Silhouette ➴『Obito Uchiha』[DISCONTINUED]

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Obito oftentimes thought about the future. Not that he had anything especially exciting or promising to look forwards to but sometimes it was fun to picture just how far your imagination could take you.

Living in a cave for most of his life made him think about a lot. He even came to doubt numerous times the plan that he and Madara had spoken about just before he passed away.

Sure, It was wonderful to think that one day all the injustice, inequity and corruption of the world would finally be put to rest and a new world order would arise from the ashes of the old one.

But what if all of those words were nothing but pretty lies?

When you live in a world where nothing but tyranny and delinquency reign, it can be easy to start doubting your ideals and everything you believe in, you start losing hope and hide within the protective steel walls of your mind.

You start seeing people differently, the world is not in color anymore but just in plain black and white.

Obito had a hard time accustoming to the hardships of society, he loathed himself for committing such vile crimes at times but all he could do was lie to himself consistenly assuring everyone that one day everything he and his fellow Akatsuki memebers worked so hard for would eventually come to fruition.

Investing all his time and efforts into one single longed for dream that would miserably fail at the end was just one of the numerous things that would be unsuccessful. Madara was just using him as his pawn and only viewed him as a foolish child that could easily be brainwashed.

The big finale revealed a lot. He couldn't believe just how stupid he had been all those years, just how much time he wasted in being part of something that he would inevitably be left out of yet again.

Apologizing would serve no purpose, he was hated by everyone now. It had been an error to start a war and drag so much innocent people in at once but what had been done couldn't just be revoked and those events would surely leave a horrible scar in the history of shinobi.

He was pitiful and utterly poignant, profoundly deserving of the odium he evoked throughout the battlefield.

Kakashi surely viewed him as scum now.

But he didn't care, he had nothing to lose.

A part of him had blindly hoped that he could go back to Konoha and accept his childhood friend's proposal. But who was he fooling? Who in their right mind would accept a criminal at their door step and welcome them with open arms?

Even if it did happen he would have to accept the fact that no one would view him as they once did, "The leaf's hero" his title now had miserably crumbled into unequivocal rubbish.

Neji was dead and Kurenai's child would grow up without a father, all because of an erratic pipe dream.. when did he become such an appalling being?

Naruto, on the other hand refused to believe that the person he was staring at was the villain of the story.

To him, everyone deserved a second chance. No matter how twisted or wicked they were no one was ever born evil.

He vividly remembered just how the blonde boy glared at him, how the anger that was slowly magnifying inside him like a strident whirlwind was somehow managed to be kept, he was alarmingly calm and spoke a string of words that made him realize that he wasn't the only one who suffered.

-"The pain of being alone is completely out of this world, isn't it? I don't know why, but I understand your feelings so much, it actually hurts"

He was right, after all he had been the cause behind the poor boy losing his parents, just how much did he have to endure growing up? He could only imagine.