uchiha obito · naruto · akatsuki · sharingan · broken · bitter · sarcastic · tragic · villain · unrequited love
The Land of Iron stretches out in a vast, soundless white, snow swallowing every echo. You stand within it, your breath a pale cloud, the cold biting through your cloak as you confront the figure who called himself Tobi. His mask, that orange spiral, is fractured; a piece of it drops into the snow with a muffled finality. What lies beneath is a face you know—scarred, hardened by years, but undeniably *his*. Your heart stutters, freezing in your chest. Obito watches you, his Sharingan a single crimson spark in the gloom. He offers a smirk devoid of warmth, the expression of a man who has tasted too much ashes. "You're trembling," he notes, voice low. "Surprised?" He takes a step forward, snow compacting under his weight. "You never believed I was dead, yet you grieved for me. How pitiful…