《yandere one shots 1 || naruto shippuden ✓》Tobi - pt. 1
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"(Name)~"
My whole form felt like it was frozen as I tried to keep my mouth shut. My body felt cold, but my tears felt hot as they slid down my cheeks.
Why is this happening?
"Found ya!"
I tried to hold back a scream as Tobi had easily found me hiding away in Itachi's room. Oh, how I wished Itachi was here. Surely he would protect-
Nevermind. He probably wouldn't. He would just get angry that we were in his room.
Then, I felt us both start to teleport away which always felt odd in my opinion.
How did he do it anyway?
And before my thoughts could wander even more, I was placed harshly onto a bed. His form easily pinning me down. I always seem to forget just how strong he is.
"(Name), why do you keep running from me?"
My eyes kept glancing to his door.
I need to run.
To hide.
Please don't hurt me again.
He then grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him.
"I asked you a question."
And so-
He wasn't Tobi anymore.
He was someone else.
Someone that I was much more afraid of.
"I'm sorry-"
"Sorry doesn't cut it, (Name)~"
Well, it should.
He then let a kunai drag itself across my skin, "what kind of punishment do you want today?"
"I- I dont want to hurt anymore. Please. Dont hurt me again."
My voice sounded scared and my words jumbled together, but it was enough to make the kunai disappear from sight.
I'll try to escape again.
I
Don't
Want
To
Be
Here
Anymore.
I want to see Kakashi again...
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