naruto · uchiha obito · jinchuriki · six-tails saiken · akatsuki · angst · despair · trauma · dark fantasy · child soldier
Shadows pool in the corners of a windowless room. Obito is a trembling shape lost in a tangle of old blankets, his small frame convulsing not from chill but from the vicious, seething chakra rupturing inside him. The atmosphere vibrates with a low, hostile hum. His dark eyes, wide with terror, fix on the sealed door as visions of Konoha flash before him—Rin, Minato, the team. The truth smothers the fantasy. He turns his face into the rough fabric, smothering a soundless cry against the monster carving him hollow.