Tobi

By Magewriter

Chapter 1: Dead? Or Alive?

Disclaimer: I own nothing by Masashi Kishimoto. That means that, once he writes in how Obito became the Tobi-chan we know and love, this story will be outdated.

I was writing my County Fair fanfic and I suddenly got inspired to write this…

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It's all over for me; I know it.

One side of me is crushed under a rock; the eye from the other side I have sacrificed to Kakashi. With the Sharingan already activated, it should help him with the mission.

The eye is now outside of my socket; if I die now, at least they'll have a chance. I close the flaps of skin that used to surround my eye. If I somehow live, I don't want my eye socket to become infected.

They cry as they leave. I begin to feel floaty. It feels nice, compared to before… The pain was almost too much to bear.

As I drift into peace, I hear faint voices. Who are they? Both seem to be masculine, one deeper than the other. Am I imagining things? It's certainly possible…

I wake up on a hard table. There is a man with bright red hair next to me. Something tells me that this isn't right. There's something…. sinister about him. I don't know what it is.

My entire right side hurts. Or is it that my left side is numb? I don't know. I can't remember anything… The man next to me stands up. "You've been out for a few days. You're lucky Orochimaru found you; with a little bit of alteration, you should be okay."

"H…" I can't even form the word "who." How pathetic is that? Maybe that "Orochimaru" person should have left me wherever I was.

The man noticed my attempt to speak. "Oh. Don't try to talk. With the right side of your face deformed like that, it probably won't work very well. Luckily, I'm the master of synthetics. I even managed to make myself into a synthetic being."

Suddenly, I'm afraid. Anyone who is willing to do something like that is… well… scary. I cry out, or try to. It doesn't work very well.

He chuckles. "Don't be afraid; once I'm finished working on you, you'll be fine. Should I start with the eyes? You seem to have lost one."

"Mmh?" Maybe I can communicate through tones of voice.

"You lost your left eye. Or didn't you notice? I should have one – two, actually – in about your size. It's always better to make it a little too small rather than too large if you aren't sure."

He opens a drawer in the table I'm sitting on. The curtains are drawn in the window next to me, but only moonlight is filtered in. The room is artificially lit. I realize that this man may be fully capable of making me functional again, but I think that perhaps I don't want to be.

He pulls out a box. "This is the eye box… If you're making puppets, you need proper eyes. I make them so that they assemble and work with different functions." He holds some of the little "eye" spheres up near my face. I close my right eye. The repulsiveness of it all…

He decides on the size, then asks me to open my eye so he can see the color. "Oh, an Uchiha from Konoha! That should come in handy. I'll have to tell Oro."

I have no idea what and Uchiha is, or where Konoha is, or who the heck Oro is. Orochimaru, perhaps? But, something in his voice told me that I'm not like other people…. Is there anyone else here? This "Oro" person seems to be significant, but I don't know when I'm going to meet them, or if I ever will.

"What color should I make your eye…? Brown? Brown would work well. Do you have any objection to brown?"

I shake my head slightly. I can't turn my head to the side, but he's obviously fiddling with the eye that is to be mine. "Okay, here we go… Everything I'm working with is completely sterile, okay? Now, this is going to hurt, but it won't get infected. I want to make sure you know that before I do anything on your face."

I grunt a bit and nod my head.

"Now, I will warn you. This is going to hurt. It's going to hurt a whole lot. And it should keep hurting – not too much mind – for the next few weeks. It takes time for your body to adjust to these things. And I'm really sorry, but I can't use anesthesia because I'm working with your head and it has to do with the way that your brain functions. So, you're going to feel me putting this into your eye socket, and it's okay to scream or whatever else, just please try not to shake your head too much because that would mess up the eye."

I prepared for the worst. I had the instinct to screw my eyes shut, but obviously that wouldn't be a very good idea. I could feel him pull the flaps of skin away from the eye socket, then the synthetic eye being pushed in. He pulled my eyelids shut as I screamed. My eyes were closed, but it did them no good because the pain was actually inside of my left eye. The left side of me curled up into a ball – I had very little control over the right side of my body – and I tried to bite my knuckles in an attempt to transfer the feeing from my eye to my hand, which would get better much faster.

The man, seeing what was happening, removed my hand from my mouth and put a piece of wood into it instead. But, if I couldn't transfer the pain, I had to scream. With the right side of my mouth closed and immobile, it was hard, but I still did. I could feel my eyes watering. I didn't blame my body for wanting to flush out the synthetic.

Once the screaming was over, I was still curled up, still crying. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I didn't open my eyes, but I could feel the person murmuring to me, the vibratons spreading through their arm, into their hand, and onto me.

After awhile, when I had calmed down a bit more, I felt a hand gently stroking the side of my face. I looked up with my right eye to see that it was a woman. Her face was kind, and it comforted my mind if not my eye socket. She smiled a bit as she said soft words to me, and I could begin to distinguish that they were nice words, kind words, as my sobbing slowed.

When I was mostly calm, she turned to the man. "He should be okay. Oro-san will probably be mad at you for waking everyone up at two in the morning. But the boy will be fine. Don't do anything else to him for awhile, though."

"Who's the expert again?"

"I know. But I'm talking about emotional stress, not physical. Don't mess with his mind, okay, Sasori?"

"I know, I know. His body needs time to adjust to something like that. What should I do next?"

"Maybe the face. He seems really sweet… I'd like to know what he's saying. Plus, if he screams again, maybe it won't hurt so much." She bent down next to me. "Are you okay?"

I nod my head a little. I like this woman. She seems realistic, but at the same time she's exactly what I need right now. And it seems like she wants me to be okay. The man seems like he just wants me for one of his projects.

"Okay. Trust me – you'll feel better soon. Sasori's synthetic parts are the best in existence. Maybe it would be better if you got some sleep now. Sasori? Can you give him something to knock him out for awhile?"

"No, I need his brain to function normally so that it can connect to his eye."

"Well," she said, turning back to me, "Just… try to fall asleep, okay?"

"Mmh."

"Okay. G'night, Sasori. I know you're not entirely human, but your consciousness needs to rest too, so you should sleep or turn off or whatever it is you do sometime soon. Little boy, just do your best… I hope you like it here."

I smiled a bit. The man picked me up and I was worried, but then he put me down on a futon. Once the pain in my eye dulled enough, I was able to fall back asleep.

.-..-..-.

When I woke up again, the man wasn't there. I tried to remember what had happened before my last time being conscious – it must have been a long time because I recognized certain objects and had language skills – but I couldn't think of anything.

A man with long, black hair peeked into my room. "Hey, lookit! It's the non-member!"

He seemed to look down on me. I closed my eyes.

"Wow. It looks pretty sucky to have been under that big rock. Bet it hurts really bad."

He had been standing; now, he squatted down next to me. "Nothing personal, but since you're one of Sasori-danna's experiments, I feel compelled to dislike you. Maybe I'll come to like you eventually, but for now, I don't have that great of an opinion of you. I don't really blame you, though – Sasori can fix anyone. You're lucky we have him here, or you'd be in big trouble."

I shut my eyes tighter. With the recent acquisition of a left eye, this made them water, so I loosened up on my eyelids.

"What color did he make your eye? Sky-sama said your right was a Sharingan, but he wouldn't tell me what –"

"Chedo-baka, get out of my room!" I heard the man – Sasori – yell from another room.

"Oops! Gotta go! Maybe I'll see you around!" So hypocritical… first, saying that he didn't like me, then acting as if we were friends.

Sasori entered the room. "That was Chedone. He's annoying, nothing more. Look out for his fire jutsu, though – he's really good at them. He has amazing control over fire. He does a bit with explosives, but mostly he uses fire. It's annoying, though – I use puppets and he uses fire. He seems to be immune to it…"

The woman came down the hall again. "Hey, Sasori! I brought the kid some food and stuff. Can he sit up?"

"Anyone can sit up if they're propped up enough."

She came in holding a plate of food and a cup of water, then sat down nest to me. "Sweetness, do you think you can eat or drink something?" She said "sweetness" not in a flirty way, but rather as a substitute for a name. It's probably what she calls animals, too…

"Mmh!" I nodded.

"Okay. If I'm hurting you, just tell me. I'm going to help you sit up."

She propped me up against the wall – my futon was in a corner – and helped me drink the water. I felt pathetic, needing assistance to eat and drink, but the damage over my mouth felt better because the water made it softer.

"Sasori, you really should work on his face next. He's too cute to be left like this – you can tell from the left side of his face."

"Give his eye time to adjust. I'm not going to do anything else on his head for awhile, either."

"Okay... Hey, sweetness, do you think you can eat rice and fish?"

"Mmh." I don't want to be fed. I pick up the chopsticks with my left hand.

"Oh, no, don't do that. You can't even hold them right. Why not his arm, Sasori?"

"I'll see what needs to be done."

"Okay. You'll have everything back soon, sweetness. Don't worry." She smiled. She seemed sweet.

As she helped me eat, Sasori touched parts of my arm and leg – especially the joints – to figure out what needed repair first.

Finding that no part of my person was in particularly bad shape, except on the outside (which was already bandaged), he kicked the woman – he called her Kiyo – out of the room and closed the sliding paper door. Now, the light filtering through the curtains was more than enough for anything he planned to do to me, as I was back on the table.

"Okay. Now, do you want me to work on your face?"

"Mmh." I nodded my head a bit. It would be nice to be able to speak again.

"Okay," he said, pulling on a pair of latex gloves. "Now, I'm going to have to put my hand in your mouth because that's the best way to tell where your mouth ends, but trust me, I'm just as disturbed by this as you are. This never leaves this room, okay?"

"Mmh." I nodded.

He uncapped a pen and stuck his finger into my mouth. When he found the corner of my mouth, he poked it so that he could see it from the outside and made a mark with his pen. Then, he wet a piece of cloth and put it over my mouth, to soften the scabbing there I guessed.

"Okay. Let's let that soak in… It's been really interesting having you in here. This has been the first time I've ever worked with a live human subject beside myself."

Oh. Great.

After a few minutes, he took the wet cloth off of my mouth and put a thick, black cloth over my eyes. "This shouldn't hurt, at least not much. If it does, tell me. You'd only get freaked out if you saw what I was doing."

Fun.

I could feel him doing something with the scabbing over my mouth. Then, the wet cloth came back. It was directly on top of my lips, which meant that he had gotten all the way through on all of the scabbing over my mouth.

"Okay. Now, this part might hurt a bit. Feel free to scream or do whatever it is you do. Your lips are pretty stuck together at this point. I'm going to put on the local now. Don't lick it, okay? Once your mouth starts to feel fuzzy, then you can lick it. It's amazing stuff – it feels awesome."

I felt him swab some kind of liquid inside of my mouth. Over the next couple of minutes, that part of my mouth became completely numb. It was an odd feeling.

"Feel it yet?"

I nodded.

"Good." He had put the wet cloth back over my mouth; I could only guess what would happen next. My lips had been stuck together for at least a day; now, he was about to force them apart.

I shut my eyes. Tightly.

"Wait, do you want me to do this slowly or quickly? Say something if you want me to do it slowly." No response. "Say something if you want me to do this quickly." I grunted. "Okay, then…" He yanked my lips apart. My left hand flew to my mouth as I muffled a scream and my eyes began to tear up.

"It's okay. Say whatever you want. Everyone's awake now, and since they all know what I'm doing, you can scream if you want to."

I licked my lips. It felt strange, after this long. I also explored the area around my mouth. The left side was mostly normal; the right side was bumpy, perhaps a bit jagged. What had happened before I woke up?

I tried speaking.

"Oh, you're ambitious. Well, don't be too disappointed if talking doesn't work the first time; it takes time to readjust. Your face is messed up, too, which would definitely make it harder…"

It was, in fact, true. My mouth wouldn't move correctly. It was a disappointment, but I could tell that I would be able to get used to it.

"If you're interested, I found you some clean clothes. Those ones have a bunch of blood on them… Those goggles you used to wear were stained, too. I have them, if you want, but they're ugly now." He searched in one of his drawers for a few seconds, then produced a hideous, blood-stained pair of goggles. However, I felt that they were important somehow, perhaps familiar even, so I grabbed for them.

"Thank you, Sasori-san." My speech was sloppy at best, but he seemed to understand.

"I figured you'd want them. Say, do you have a name?"

"I… I don't remember. I don't remember anything…"

"Really? That's too bad. Can you remember any of the syllables?"

"There was an 'o'… No, a 'to'… and a 'bi.' I… I think there were three syllables, but it could just be my imagination."

"Bito? Bitobi? Tobito? Totobi? Oh! I know! You must have been Tobi!"

"It sounds… familiar…"

"Okay. Well, whatever you were before, you seem to be Tobi now, so that's who you'll be. You honestly can't remember anything?"

"No, nothing…. Nothing at all…"

"Too bad. Ah, well. You shouldn't need your memory here, as long as you have decent skills… what can you do, anyway?"

"So far, I talk."

"And you crack jokes. Well, let's just see what Oro do with you once he gets his hands on you."

"Oro?"

"Yeah, remember? Orochimaru? He's the one who saved you. He looks sort of weird, though – he's half snake, so he has almost-white skin and purple marks on his face, and his eyes have vertically slitted pupils. And he has a really long tongue. Not all of us look as normal as Kiyo, Chedo, and myself."

"Um… what should I be prepared for?"

"Well, Orochimaru's tongue can be very long sometimes, so look out for that – he's gay, too – and Kisame is part shark, so he has blue skin and gills. Kakuzu is very loosely sewn together, has five hearts, and is… well, sort of creepy, but he's been living for over a century so we all respect him. Rei isn't very social, so you probably won't see him very much. We still need a bunch of other members – we only have six."

"Um… okay…"

"Don't worry. You'll get used to it eventually."

"How long is 'eventually'?"

"I don't know. It depends on you."

"Wait a minute – how many girls are there?"

"Oh, so he's a pervert, now, is he?"

"No. I was just thinking – is Kiyo the only girl here?"

"Oh, don't worry about her. She more than makes up for that. A tip for staying… uh… normal: don't cross Kiyo. She gets demonic when she's mad and trust me, when she's mad, she will not hesitate to kick you."

"You mean…?"

"Yes. As I said, she's dangerous. Once, she –"

"Oh, you mean the time with Chedo? That was hilarious! I mean, he was writhing in pain, but the rest of you…! Oh, man, you should have seen their faces, luvvy, it was hilarious!" Kiyo had pushed the door open about half a meter and was now leaning on the door frame.

"His name is Tobi now."

"Oh? It suits him. 'Tobi.' You sure that was his name before?"

"Close enough."

"Well, I'll tell everyone. They've been calling you some pretty nasty names out there, Tobi."

"I can imagine."

"Not unless you know us, you don't. Did you tell him about us, Sasori?"

"Not yet."

"Okay. Tobi, there's something you need to know. Every person in this house – apart from you, of course – is an S-rank villain. We kill, injure, all that stuff, to achieve our goal of someday ruling the world. We're the freaks and the emo-kids – heck, with Oro as our leader, how could we not be weird?"

"Who is Orochimaru? You haven't told me very much about him!"

Her expression changed and she began to speak in a very manner-of-fact manner, as if she had been through this several times before. "Orochimaru is the leader of our organization – we call it the 'Akatsuki' – and he's part snake. He once did a forbidden jutsu, so now he can transfer his consciousness from one body to another. He's also sorta pervy – Chedo told me about some abuse he took once – so look out for him. And his tongue. It can stretch meters long and he has the ability to pick people up with it. And, I wouldn't argue with him if I were you because he's powerful enough to lead the Akatsuki."

"I'm afraid of this place now…"

"It's okay; he shouldn't be too interested in you. Unless he's one of those people who's into mismatched eyes… You shouldn't have any problems until your face heals, though."

"You don't have to be so mean…"

"I'm an S-class murderer, Tobi; I don't have to be nice."

"True."

.-..-..-.

Today, Sasori gave me a mask, gloves, and a long-sleeved shirt with a face mask to hide my scars. My right ankle still hurts a bit, and my knee, but I can walk. Kiyo helps me a lot. She gets me breakfast.

The great thing about hands is that they recover from everything quickly. I can hold chopsticks now, even if I'm not that good.

I've met Orochimaru. He scares me. He seems to think of me as some sort of toy. What sort, I'm not so sure I want to know.

Chedo is nice. Even if he doesn't like Sasori, he still seems like a nice person. He and Kiyo seem to spend a lot of time together.

At breakfast, I asked if there was a place where I could stay. Orochimaru said that I was staying in Sasori's room until I was okay. No one would tell me anything more about it. So, I hobbled back to Sasori's room. He wasn't there because he was eating breakfast.

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That morning, Sasori did nothing to me. I think that it's assumed, at this point, that my left eye hurts. My body is beginning to adjust to it, though – I can see shadows through it, and a little bit of the bright red on Sasori's cloak. He says that it will only get better. Since no part of me is hurt anymore, except on the outside (my skin was hurt badly enough to make up for it) I should be in Orochimaru's care soon. Just the thought of that is frightening.

I can't remember anything! It's so frustrating! Even if I don't supposedly need it, I still want to know what happened before.

I'm living with Sasori until my eye works properly. He made it, so he's the only one who can make adjustments to it. I saw some of his puppets recently, though, and I'm afraid now.

When he noticed my horrible limp a couple of days ago, he asked if I wanted anything in my leg replaced (it would be done under anesthetic, of course) but I told him no, the only reason why I would want medical help would be if I had broken something, and my only problem is that the outside of my leg generally hurts.

Sasori still scares me a bit. He seems a little too willing to make me into a puppet like himself.

If he did, would he be able to control me? Would he give me my personality back after he was done or just kill me?

At this point, Sasori seems to be the biggest threat.

.-..-..-.

It's been about two weeks and – just like Sasori said – my eye still hurts. I hardly ever feel it, though. I think it's attached to my eye socket. I can see pretty well through it, too – I can even read through it, which means that I'm pretty much ready to go to Orochimaru.

Also, all the scabbing on my face and body has healed. It isn't what I wanted, though! Now, the entire right side of my body is scarred! Kiyo says that I was "cute" before, but now I'm ugly.

I told Kiyo this.

"Really? Could I see your face then? Please?"

"Um… I don't want to."

She smiled. "If you're worried that I'll laugh or shrink back or make fun of you in any way, you're wrong. I wouldn't do that to someone. I'm not going to make you, but I really do want to see you."

"Why?"

"Because it's you. Before, you weren't the same person who you are now. It would be nice to know what the new Tobi looks like."

I thought about it. She had seen my scarred, ugly face and the marks on my arm and leg. And hadn't she always been kind to me?

I took off my mask.

"Now, do you want my opinion, Oro's opinion, or the general female population's opinion?"

"Which one is worst?"

"The women of the world."

"That one."

"You're ugly. You might be sort of cute, but the scars just… no. You want Oro next? That one's always important."

"Sure."

"I love the eyes, and you're cute, but the scars haven't gone away yet. Now do you want my opinion?"

"Okay."

"After hearing all that, our sweet little Tobi needs a hug." She hugged me. It was a nice, friendly hug. "Tobi will always be adorable. When you live with freaks for long enough, it starts to matter a little more who someone is rather than what they look like. I'll be there for you, Tobi."

"Thank you, Kiyo-san!"

We came out of the hug. "Now, to guess your age. You seem to be about… oh, twelve or thirteen. Which do you want to be?"

"I'll be twelve."

"Okay. Tobi is now twelve! You should probably go to Orochimaru soon – he's been waiting for you for half a month."

"But… You told me…"

"Do you honestly want him to be mad at you for avoiding him?"

"No, but I –"

"Then don't worry about it. He probably won't be attracted to someone wearing a mask anyway."

"Really?"

"Of course. Would you like a girl wearing a mask?"

"No…"

"Okay, then. I'll show you where his room is, okay? Follow me!"

We went to the lower level of the house, where I had never been before in my two weeks here. I followed her down the stairs and directly to the right was Orochimaru's room.

"Sky-sama, I have Tobi here. Should I bring him in?"

"Please."

She slid opened the door and nudged me inside. Orochimaru's room was… interesting. It was stiflingly hot because of a large heat lamp in one corner. The entire room was reddened by the lamp.

"Okay, Sky-sama, Tobi is yours now. Remember, he's not part snake like you. He can't stay in here for too long or his body overheats."

"Okay."

Kiyo left us, then. Orochimaru showed me to an adjoined room with a window to the outside that would let in fresh air. It was to be mine, but first I had to drag my futon downstairs because he certainly wasn't going to.

Orochimaru's entire room smells like snake. My window is going to be open for the next few days at least to get out the stench, but it will probably take a long time considering that he doesn't have any problem with the smell.

Today, I was tested against the other Akatsuki members to see how good of a fighter I am. I wasn't even stronger than Chedo, and he's supposed to be the weakest of them. I watched a sparring match between Kiyo and Rei-san. It went on for a long time, and it was amazing! Rei-san seems to throw a lot of attacks, but most of Kiyo's technique is to dodge until she gets a good opportunity. Once this happened, she was able to throw Rei-san across the yard, where he broke the wooden fence partway through. As I said, it was amazing… I guess, the more advanced two ninjas are, the longer they can keep going. Neither were tired at the end, either – Rei-san just had a hurt head.

How can I ever hope to be that good?

When I came back to Orochimaru's room, he was shedding his skin. He says that that doesn't mean that he's going to get bigger, it's just something that happens to him. He had me peel the skin off of his back.

I washed my hands several times afterwards and went to the kitchen to have lunch.

.-..-..-.

It's been a few months and I'm used to living with the Akatsuki, even Orochimaru. Mostly, I stay in my room, but I train every day to be a better ninja. Kiyo is helping me. She's amazingly patient.

You might think that living with S-class criminals would be a negative experience, but it actually doesn't seem to be. I'm still chunin-level, but with a lot of work, maybe I can make it up to their level.

.-..-..-.

Orochimaru has left. Rei-sama has taken his place.

The things that Orochimaru did to me while I was here are too horrendous to speak of in T-rated stories.

There is another pair of members sharing one body. They're called Zetsu and they're part venus flytrap.

The first thing Zetsu did after Orochimaru left was turn off the heat lamp, open their room's door, my door, my window, and the front door, and air out the room. It took three days. It might have taken two, but the front door was closed at night.

The next thing Zetsu did was turn on the heat lamp and place a bowl of water under it. The room is extremely humid, but at least it isn't suffocating anymore. Zetsu actually breathe out oxygen, like plants do, so their room smells nice.

After they had gotten their room the way that they wanted, they sent me to town. The best way to get to town is to go to the (relatively) nearby train station. My goal was to get MiracleGro, Zetsu's favored brand of plant food.

When I got back, they put a few drops in a glass of water, sprinkled in some dirt to make weak mud, and drank it. Then they offered it to me! I refused it as politely as I could.

Their futon actually has dirt on it. As they sleep, they take in nutrients from it like a plant. Every once-in-awhile, they sprinkle a little bit of MiracleGro on it to make it nicer.

They also eat humans. That scares me.

.-..-..-.

It's been about thirteen years since I came here and nothing much has changed. The Akatsuki is almost full now, though. Kiyo and Chedo are no longer with us. However, we have new members: Hidan, who doesn't die of injury or blood loss and seldom wears a shirt; Deidara, who blows things up with clay and is Sasori's new partner (he used to work with Orochimaru) and acts a lot like Chedo; and Nameless (also called "White" because of the symbol on his ring) who is extremely mysterious, very threatening, and possibly even more gay than Orochimaru. He scares me sometimes just as badly as Orochimaru used to.

I don't know why I didn't chronicle the others coming, but maybe it's because today, the Akatsuki became full. I was almost as powerful as them, then this new member had to come and steal my dreams of becoming an Akatsuki member.

Itachi is an Uchiha. The name sounds familiar, but only vaguely. He comes from Konoha, the leaf village. He claims that he killed everyone in the Uchiha clan. He has emotional issues.

Most of the time, except when he wants food, Itachi stays in his room. He doesn't turn the light on too much. He has a very precise manner, though, and he has really nice, long, black hair. His eyes are red, too, just like my right one, but Deidara told me not to say that to him. I wonder why.

Sasori made me a new mask that I really like. It's bright orange and it has two eyeholes, with orange mesh over the left eye and black mesh over the right. Also, there's a swirly pattern on it, centered over the right eye. Attached to the solid part of the mask is a wide, black band that goes around my head and down my neck so that no one can see my scars. They've faded, but they're still there. They're more healed on my body, but I still wear my long-sleeved shirt and gloves. No one seems to question it.

Itachi has the tenth ring. I will probably stay a servant to the Akatsuki for a long time. It's fun, though; the members are all relatively nice, if a bit violent, so I don't mind being Zetsu's servant. I've gotten over my fear of them by now.

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Originally, it was Sasori, then I realized that he probably wasn't there thirteen years ago, so I created a character named Masaido, then I was on the phone with Pocky-machine and she told me that he actually was! …Anyway, about a week ago (it's June fourth right now) the anime freaks in my group were talking about Tobi and how he could have been saved, and we decided that Sasori must have had some sort of involvement.

It seems like Sasori goes a bit too fast in the beginning, inserting the new eye when Obito has only known him for a few seconds… Well, it was something that had to be done.

Who could live in the same house as Sasori and not have two eyes? That's the justification for the orange mesh: people think he has a blind spot on his left side but he DOESN'T!!!!

Should this be a oneshot?