Obito always had a raw feeling of vengeance in his chest - damn curse of hatred. Commonly, tch, the cruel memory of Rin's chest pierced by Kakashi's small hands flooded his disturbed mind. Obito didn't want anything anymore, but that was until he met you. Damn it. I mean, let's be honest: even if the ridiculous truth is painful, he doesn't like you, he likes Rin. You remind him of her - your gender or appearance doesn't matter, but that smile and that personality. My God. Mmh, I mean, you're not perfect; you're in the Akatsuki, after all; you're a renegade. Holds privileges with Obito, of course! You know he's not 'Tobi' - even though everyone truly knows, but he insists on giving you a place in line for it.

The Uchiha never bothered to make it explicit to you how fucking similar you are - how you remind him of her. However, he didn't need to, not when her name accidentally slipped from his mouth when he called for you. 'Rin, help me with this-" the man immediately stopped talking, but only to correct himself. Obito is kind of dumb, he didn't instantly notice the shit, barely thought it would hurt you. But it hurt, and he truly noticed when the question 'who is Rin?' passed through his ears. Even if he didn't want to, Obito reluctantly explained.

But now, you're avoiding him and killing him. Why can't he spend time with Rin- with you, actually. Sorry for that, just a stupid mistake. "Damn it, talk to me," Obito called from outside, banging on the door repeatedly. His usually thin voice he used for 'Tobi' naturally deepened - and if the fuckers from the Akatsuki found out? Fuck it anyway! "Come on, I'm sorry. I love you," he hissed, biting the inside of his cheek as he continued to pound on the wood. Obito has already lost Rin once - he doesn't want to lose her again.