Screwed over
That wasn't right. He recognized that voice. That grating voice that haunted the dark parts of his brain whenever he tried to sleep. He'd spent his last days praying he'd never have to hear that voice again. It scratched at his ears and made his throat go dry.
He hadn't meant to sit up so fast. His head spinning and the right side of his body hurting. A headache setting in before he could truly process anything. Phantom pain of his eyes being run dry had him screwing them shut. His entire body felt see it it'd been stretched like taffy then stuffed in a container much to small for it. It felt 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴.
He kept his eyes shut. Praying to anyone who'd bothering listening that he wasn't back in that damned cave. That he was hearing things. That the voice didn't truly belong to....
Unfortunately it seemed anyone up above thought it'd be fun to fuck with him. The second he opened his eyes he was met with the face of one Madara Uchiha. Looking a lot greyer they he remembered.
𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘪𝘵.
Obito wouldn't be able to do anything either. If the pain throbbing in his torso had any say in this he's fresh out from under his precious rocky death bed. He'd have to wait then. If this played out like he remembered then he still had time before Rin died. He could save her this time. For once he wouldn't be late. He'd leave before that stupid white Zetsu came to late.
Speaking of the two fools were busy whispering about something or other. He couldn't care less. The second the swirly faced one started questioning him about poop he's up and out of here. Half crushed body be damned.
❤
It took ages. But now he could leave. Finally escape this damp hell. Maybe now he'd stop being interrogated by Guruguru about shitting.
He had maybe an hour at best before he was set to leave. Now all he had to do was talk to Madara. Easy enough.
"When can I leave?"
Not exactly what he wanted to say but that's apparently what came out. He resisted the urge to just clam up and walk away as the man stared at him with tired eyes
"You aren't nearly ready" he clenched his hands. He'd known better then anyone that his arm wasn't up to it but he had limited time. He couldn't stand here arguing with someone who could barley wipe his own ass.
Putting as much urgency into his expression as he could muster he ran toward the rock entrance arm pulled back ready to strike. As he already knew the arm splattered into a sticky white mess. He stumbled back clutching at the stump.
Anger overtook the feigned urgency. Sure he knew it was going to happen. But that didn't mean he liked it anymore. Maybe it was the pre-pubescent body he was it. Yes that had to be it. Having the mind if a 32 year old with the body if a 13 year old in the middle of puberty had to be screwing him over somehow.
He grit his teeth as he felt the tendrils of Guruguru wrap around his body. This was perfect. It was all going to plan. Now all he had to do was save Rin and he's on his path to heaven. He snagged a dank old cloak as he ran out of the cave.
He was finally making progress.