Where Are my Pixy Stix?!?! {A Tobi Love Story}

Chapter 7

The whole day went by and I realized that the Akatsuki hideout was horribly quiet without Obitobi. That night, as I laid in my bed, I just thought of him. I missed him like crazy and couldn’t wait until he was home. I really did love him, which surprised me. At least, this is what I think love is. Growing up without people that love you makes it hard to know for sure but it also makes you stronger. My parents… they never loved me. The lied. Each and every time they said they did. While my father was raping me he would always say “You’re a good girl. Yoko means ‘good girl’ and that’s what you are. I love you. This is what happens to good girls. Good things. This is a good thing. Bad things happen to bad girls. I love you, Yoko so be good and it will be over soon.” He always said that and it made my blood boil. Raping someone is not a good thing. It was bad and disgusting and he deserved what he got. Yeah, he deserved to die. Painfully. Slowly. Mother did, too. She pretended she didn’t know. Ha ha! How could she not have known? It’s not like he was quiet or even sneaky! It was OBVIOUS! She was abusive and a pathological liar! She deserved to die just as much as he did. Call me sick. Call me evil. Whatever, I don’t care. They did and I don’t regret it. I’d do it all over again if I could. With that thought I fell asleep. I had the nightmare again and woke up with red eyes at a God awful hour of the morning. I rolled over and went back to bed.

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This happened night after night. These horrible thoughts come back when I don’t have Obitobi with me. I need him in order to keep these nightmares away. I hate being like this, all depressed and sadistic. I hate it because it’s not who I want to be. I built up the personality of being happy and cheerful because that’s what I want to be. No one wants to be depressed. It sucks. A lot, I might add. I spent my days pretending to be cheerful for the rest of the Akatsuki and playing games with them and such. I went out on small missions, assassinated a few people, but every night while I was trying to sleep I would just think of that dreadful night and wish that Obitobi would come back. My sleep was fitful and not restful at all. I hated it.

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The next day, I went to find Leader. I needed to ask him when Obitobi would be home.

“Leader-sama!” I called out as I knocked on his door.

“Enter,” Leader’s voice called out. I opened the door and bowed my head.

“Leader-sama. I know that you most likely don’t know, but do you have any idea when Tobi-kun will be coming home?” I asked in as sweet of a voice as I could.

“Tobi? That annoying little brat? He should be home later on this week if he finishes on schedule. I wouldn’t bet on it with that imbecile, though,” Leader chuckled darkly.

“Thank you, Leader-sama. I will be going now,” I lifted my head and skipped out of the room. I went to my room and started to draw like I had begun to do often. I drew pictures of Tobi and everything that he and I loved. Pictures of us, him, hearts, candy, everything.

Leader’s POV

“Yoko, our newest arrival, seems to have taken the heart of our Madara,” I said to Konan later that evening.

“It seems to be so, Pain,” Konan replied. She was the only one who could refer to me as Pain beside Madara.

“Oh well, I don’t mind being rid of his bratty other self for a while,” I commented.

“I agree, it does get annoying,” Konan stated.

“I don’t think it will be bad once he’s back, though, now that he’s got Yoko.”

“Either that or it could be worse. Ever think about that?”

“Mm, yes. I think they’ll be otherwise occupied when he first gets back, knowing Madara.”

“Oh, yes, that’s true. We’ll never get any sleep or peace of mind with that.”

“More than you know, Konan.”