-Finale-

(By the way, there is no lemon in this but I will come back and make a new chapter with a lemon if I get enough requests for one ^///^)

I paced around the room as Itachi tried to calm me down.

"Obito, listen. I know you're shocked and hurt. But please, you have to calm down," he said. I glared at him.

"You really expect me to calm down? These past months I've been so frightened, trying to remember who it was that killed my family, only to find out that it was me?! How could I calm down?" I yelled, and I heard the door slam open. Deidara walked inside of the room, closed the door behind him and looked at me, a frown on his face.

"What's going on?!" he asked, raising his voice. I shook my head.

"I-It's nothing," Itachi told him, and I saw Deidara stare at him.

"What do you mean? It's obviously not nothing," he said, glancing at me as I continued pacing around the room.

How could it have been me? It must have been a trick, an illusion. Why would I have killed my own family? I wouldn't.

... Would I?

I shook my head, ridding the thoughts that entered my mind. I bent down and picked up my mask from the floor.

"Tobi, let's go," he said, reaching for my wrist. I immediately yanked my arm away and Deidara looked confused. "What's wrong..?" he asked.

"We can't leave yet. I need to ask a few questions before we do," I said, glaring at Itachi. Deidara nodded sadly.

"Just call me in here if he's being a bastard," he said, and I nodded. He hesitated before leaving the room and closing the door. I looked at Itachi.

"Why are you alive?" I asked. He scoffed.

"A bit rude there, Obito. I'm not as stupid as you think. I sort of guessed what would happen with your mom. We were friends before, and she was always so cold towards all of you. But I knew she was trying to hide that she cared for all of you. And I knew about your sister. I knew you might end up doing something you'd regret, so I took pictures that would trigger your memories after I took them away," he said. I looked at him.

"It was you?" I asked. He nodded. "So then why did you end up telling me about it in the end?" He sighed.

"That was unplanned. I overestimated my abilities. I thought your memories would hold back for a while, but it seems my powers were too weak. Your memories began coming back sooner than I expected and you were going to find out the truth sooner or later, better sooner," he replied. I suddenly remembered a past memory. The one where I was... taking my own memories.

A picture flooded into his mind. It flickered like a broken t.v. and as soon as the picture was clear and the mist subsided, the man in the memory was clear.

It was Tobi.

He didn't have his mask on, and in one of his eyes was the familiar sharingan, and the other eye was something else he recognized but never knew he possessed. The rinnegan.

Blood spilled out from the corner of his mouth and he was clearly tired. Lightning flashed and rain pounded the cold pavement. Tobi's shirtless chest heaved up and down quickly, matching the pace of his beating heart. Tobi was standing in front of a church, his reflection in the window. He reached his blood-covered hands over to the window and made a picture on the window, over his reflection.

It was the mask Tobi woke up with that day, the mask he always wore, drawn over his face in his own blood.

"From this day on," his raspy voice said, "you are Tobi Uchiha. You remember nothing of this day, but you remember that your clan is gone. You know that your personality is goofy, funny, and laid-back yet excited all the time. Nothing else. And this curse will not be broken until you realize that it might have been you. When you remember this, all of your memories will be unlocked, coming back one at a time. You will not remember you real name until you feel the emotion called love. Who you fall in love with is your choice. But, remember this, Tobi Uchiha. You must find who killed your clan. You don't need any help, you will figure it out on your own, with your own brain. Remember this, Tobi Uchiha."

I looked at him.

"Wait, but I once did get a memory... It was pretty vague, but it was me... I was taking my own memories," I said. He sighed.

"I wasn't sure if you'd gotten that memory. You were in an unholy and aggressive state, seeing you just killed your family, so you were in no condition to see anyone at the moment, especially another Uchiha. I had taken over your body for a bit, and since I was using a strong jutsu like that it's also the reason why the curse didn't have the effect I wanted." I nodded. That made a bit of sense, I guess.

"But... why did you take my memories in the first place?" I asked.

"You... You were a close friend. I didn't want you living with regret your whole life. It could have gotten you to commit suicide, just like..." his voice trailed off and he shook his head. "It doesn't matter. I just didn't want you to feel bad enough to that point." I frowned.

"But you knew my memories would come back. And now, I'll have to live with the truth. What good did anything do?! It was all for nothing. I'm still going to live on with regret," I said. He shook his head.

"It's true, you might. But, I wasn't afraid of that, because everyone feels regret, though yours may be greater. I was scared you wouldn't be able to handle it, and you'd take your own life. What I was hoping for happened. You fell in love, and now you won't feel as bad. Obito, I just wanted to give you an opportunity to be happy," he said softly. I sighed. So, Deidara was my savior. I looked at Itachi. It was because of him, because he took my memories that I ended up meeting him. I smiled slightly.

"Thank you," I whispered, too low for him to hear me.

"Anyways, is that all?" Itachi asked.

"Did you also plan the part of me being an annoying idiot?" I asked sarcastically. "Even I annoyed myself." Itachi chuckled.

"Not exactly. I guess it was a fluke, but it worked out for the better so it's alright." I nodded, and let out a long breath.

I knew now, I was a murderer. And I knew I would feel regret for the rest of my life. Itachi couldn't stop it, but he tried his best so that I wouldn't be all alone. I bent down and picked up my mask from the floor and heard a knock on the door. I glanced at Itachi and opened it. Deidara looked at me.

"It's getting pretty late, so we should..." his voice trailed off. I nodded.

"You're right," I said. I turned back to Itachi and bowed my head.

"Thank you," I told him, and when I looked back up he looked a little sheepish.

"Oh, um, yeah..." he replied. I smiled beneath my mask and took hold of Deidara's hand.

"Let's walk together," I said. He nodded and we went on our way.

As we walked out, the silence dragged on before Deidara finally spoke.

"So, what exactly happened?" he asked, staring at the floor.

"Stay at my place tonight, so we can talk," I told him. He nodded.

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"Oh... so that's what happened," he said, sympathy filling his voice and he didn't even try to hide it.

I nodded and felt something in my chest churn. We sat on my bed in silence for a few moments before Deidara suddenly leaned towards me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders.

"Obito," he whispered quietly and my eyes widened when I felt something wet on my shoulder.

"Deidara?" I asked. He way crying, and his shoulders began shaking. "What's wrong?" I asked. He shook his head as I felt more tears fall onto my shoulders. "Why are you crying?" I asked.

"Because you won't cry," he responded softly. "So I'm crying for you." I felt a sudden lump grow in my throat. "You're always so strong and so independent, even though everyone is so close," he said, his voice cracking at the end. "You don't have to be." Tears welled up in my eyes and I returned Deidara's embrace.

They finally fell.

The first real tears I had cried since I moved to Konoha.

My eyes burned and I hugged Deidara tighter. It seemed like everything poured out at that moment, as I continued crying and crying.

It was after about thirty minutes when I realized we were just hugging each other and it felt like I had no more tears left. I felt a lot better, and I was so warm. Deidara loosened his arms and I did too. We let go of each other and he look up at me.

"Obito...Do you... feel better? Was I able to make you feel better?" he asked. My eyes widened.

"You were trying to make me feel better?" I asked. He laughed.

"Of course I was. I owed you one," he replied and I remembered the time he had cried at school. I smiled at him.

"I feel so much better. Thank you, Deidara," I said. He smiled back and looked at the floor. "By the way, I've been meaning to ask you something..." I said, my voice trailing off.

"What is it?" he asked. I shrugged.

"It's just... Do you remember Sasori?" I asked. His eyes widened.

"Why are you mentioning him?" he asked. I sighed.

"That day when he came by and you left, he took me to a cafe and we talked about you," I replied. He frowned.

"About what, exactly?"

"Your personality. He said you were actually... nice, and sweet, and friendly. Is that true?" I asked. He sighed.

"I don't know. I guess," he said simply. I frowned.

"Deidara, please talk to me," I said. He looked down.

"I guess I've always been 'friendly'. In the town I lived in before, I'd say I was really friendly. But since I went to a normal elementary school and I came from a rich and powerful family, all the students thought I was arrogant. Sasori told you that, right?" I nodded slightly. "Yeah, well, my mother didn't like how friendly I was... she said I was too approachable. She said anyone could come up to me and strike a friendly conversation and I'd unknowingly slip something about my family's business," he said. I raised an eyebrow.

"So she was always a huge prick," I said. He chuckled sadly and nodded.

"You could say that. We moved to Konoha because my father got transferred, and my mother also said it was a good chance for a change. And she taught me how to act. Cool and collected, silent and unapproachable. But I still had the friendliness in me. It sort of slipped out as lively instead of friendly, since I was already 'full of myself'. I ended up getting a lot of friends in Middle School still, more than what pleased my mother. She wasn't too cold hearted, she knew I would make a few friends, but I made more than she wanted. So she told me I had to completely hide my friendliness. And, this is the result," he replied, sighing. I shook my head.

"One day that woman will pay," I said. He shook his head and laughed a little.

"It's fine. I still made friends, right? I even went and fell in love," he said. I smiled.

"That's true," I said. I stood up and walked towards my drawers, where I was sure I had some clothes that was a bit too small for me, but still a bit large for Deidara. I handed him the t-shirt and sweatpants as I got clothes for myself and headed for the bathroom.

"Go ahead and change. I'll be back in a bit," I said. He nodded as I entered the bathroom.

When I finished and went back into the bedroom, Deidara was putting his shirt on and his back was to me. I smirked at his carelessness and sat down on the bed behind him without making a sound. As he pulled the shirt down, I reached over to him and put one arm over his shoulder from behind. I felt him tense up as he turned to look at me over his shoulder.

"W-What are you doing?" he asked. I chuckled slightly and with my free hand I put my arm up his shirt, slowly tracing his toned chest with my index finger. I felt him tense up more and I moved my arm up and through the hole of the shirt for his neck, taking his head and tilting it to the side so I had free space on his neck. I began kissing it softly and Deidara stayed silent and still. After a few minutes I smirked and began sucking on his neck playfully. I heard him gasp.

"O-Obito! You'll leave a mark!" he said. I laughed.

"That's what I'm aiming for," I said as I continued sucking on his skin.

Deidara's P.O.V

My heart was beating very fast, and with Obito's chest pressed against my back I was certain he could feel it, or even hear it pounding. As he continued sucking on my neck leaving marks here and there I tried my best to hold back a moan that was crawling it's way up my throat. Suddenly Obito's hand let go of me and he stopped. He took my wrist and suddenly pinned me down onto the bed.

((LIKE I SAID THERE'S NO LEMON BUT I GUESS THIS IS CLOSE ENOUGH SO MAYBE YOU MIGHT WANT TO READ THIS ALONE LOL))

He leaned down over me and placed his lips on mine, and immediately snuck his tongue into my mouth. He began sucking on the tip of my tongue playfully and this time it came faster and louder and I couldn't hold back the moan.

"N-Nghh..." It was muffled from the kiss and the way Obito was kissing me but it still came out. I felt my cheeks turn bright red And Obito pulled away, both of us gasping for air, and I saw a small smirk on his face.

"O-Obito, I don't really think..." my voice trailed off but Obito understood.

"I know. It's too soon. Please, let's just stay like this for a while," he said and before I could agree he pulled up my shirt and began leaving marks all over my chest. I couldn't hold it back and this time it wasn't muffled, I let out a full moan. It just felt too good and I couldn't bring myself to stop him as he made his way lower.

Obito's P.O.V

I continued kissing his chest and before I realized it I had reached his pants. I knew Deidara wasn't ready, so I pulled away and went up to kiss him again. I felt his lips frown slightly and I smirked.

As much as I denied it, I wasn't ready either. But the time would come when we were, and I hoped that was sooner than later.

We continued kissing, until finally I pulled away from lack of air. I took a deep breath as my heart continued pounding in my chest. We were both a blushing and sweating mess, breathing heavily. I smiled to myself as I pulled myself to lay down next to him. We both lay there, trying to catch our breaths and staring up at the ceiling. I glanced over at Deidara as his eyes began drooping. I sighed and pulled the covers over him and myself. He cuddled up against me and by then I was grinning like a child. As my eyes began closing too, I planted a small kiss on the sleeping Deidara's cheek.

"I love you."