Snippets. That's all Tobi can remember, besides the feel of warmth and stickiness on his fingers, on his face, splattered across his clothing. He remembers raising his arm against Deidara, watching the blonde bastard-brat! flinch away from him. Remembers standing across from Kisame and a soft, earthy chuckle leaving his lips, before it swirls away and Pein is standing before him, eyes narrowed and expression hard.

It sends a shiver of fear down Tobi's spine, but that dark voice curls about inside his head, insulates his weakest points, fills up the void with vicious pleasure at the warmth and stickiness that coats his skin, and the glory of destroying something that would have hurt his most precious person.

That tackiness is dried on his fingers, crusty now, and it flakes as he moves, as his face- proudly upraised, lowers to look upon the room he stands in. Surprise leaks into his voice as he squeaks out his next words- "Sakura?" - and he darts forward, putting effort into his speed for once.

She's laying on the bed still, peacefully sleeping. The blanket is pulled up over her body, tucked along her shoulders and placed beneath her feet. A moment of frightened exhilaration bursts from Tobi, and he has to clap his hands over his mouth to stop from squealing happily. Even like... like...like that and he still didn't hurt his pretty girl!

The dark voice left her alone, and...and helped her. Tobi has a brief flash of memory of the feelings of fabric beneath his still wet and warm hands, the dryness that settles upon his gloves as he handles the fabric, the way the blood soaks into it.

The dark voice rears its ugly head, spews dirty thoughts into his mind- fitting, that it's the blood of her attackers - and Tobi tries to shut it down.

He doesn't want his time with Sakura ruined, desolate and filled with the influence of the obsidian voice. No, he wants everything to be them. Not-not that voice. What if the voice decided that it didn't like Sakura anymore? What if it wanted to hurt her? No, no! Tobi couldn't allow that. Oh, but how would he stop it?

It tears control from him, rips it away and shoves him into the dark hole inside his mind, cages him and keeps him silent whenever it wants.

No!

No, Tobi wouldn't think about it. If he didn't think about it, the voice wouldn't get any ideas, would realize how... No. Just...No. Tobi can't lose his pretty girl. Can't lose the last color in his life, the feeling of being accepted and wanted that Sakura gives off, washes over him.

If he had to, Tobi would fight the voice, try to gain control again, damn the consequences. Oops! Bad word! Bad Tobi!

It's only a few moments later that the curiosity and sick feeling in his stomach make him move towards the door, wanting- no, needing to know if he had killed anyone. Of course, no one has to know the feeling of relief that washes over him as he hears Sakura's stirring, her breath quicken. Signs that she's waking up. Waking up and safe.

So with a large smile on his face, Tobi turns and skips back to her side, wanting to be there when she wakes up. She'll understand.

Tobi hopes.

Sorry that it's so short, guys!

I do have the other half of the next chapter written up, but I didn't want to put too much of it in here, so I cut it short. That way, I can do the whole chapter that I planned for - the aftermath of Madara!

Alrighty guys, if there's anything you're confused about, just PM me or review. Oh! On a quick note, the fact that Tobi can remember the blood on his fingers is because Madara took the gloves off, and then put them back on. It's something that Tobi doesn't remember, but I'll probably forget to put it in the next chapter, so I just wanted to let you guys know.

That's why when Madara tucked Sakura in, he had the gloves back in. No inconsistencies for me!

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Yeah, we all know that's bullcrap. Anyways guys, thanks for the reviews!

-Darksinfulwolf