Vermillion

It was a very dark place Obito was going. Where his love was supposed to be, it wasn't. Instead, it was just an empty space that did nothing but antagonize him. He knew hopelessness when he saw it, felt it, created it...and hopeless he was.

But by some sort of divine intervention, he was back, but he wasn't better. Nor were his other friends. They were all in turmoil, but he had his objectives. The past was an unruly place, and it was where the darkest secrets always stayed.

[Rated MA for DARK themes, SUICIDAL thoughts, LANGUAGE, DEPRESSED OOC characters, and VIOLENCE. This is a venting story, where I put all my depression, anger, hurt, sadness etc. at. Enter at your own risk...]