We've been talking a lot on these missions. They're just investigation missions, so it's easy and simple.
Every time, I have the urge to move closer to him, to talk to him more. It's so fun playing around with him, making him mad, acting scared. Every time I act like I'm scared of him, he looks so happy. Its probably because most likely, everyone else would be superior to him since he's the youngest. Now that I'm here, he's my senpai. He's superior to me. He seems to like it the way like that. I shouldn't reveal myself to him. That'll disappoint him.
I want to show him who I am one day, scare him. It'll be funny. Yet I don't want to make him sad, or disappointed, or any way that makes him upset that he doesn't want to see me anymore. Nobody's even supposed to know that I'm Obito Uchiha until someone brings back Madara.
I can't believe it. Saying my own name made me realize. I've actually done it..?No, I haven't. I can't. I need to stop this. I'm Obito Uchiha. Not Tobi. I need to control myself and stick to the plan.
I have a bad feeling about this. This doesn't need to happen. This happening could ruin a whole bunch.
He's making feel a lot of things, like Rin has.. he feels so..special...
I can't believe myself. I can't focus around him. He makes me feel dizzy and gives me the urge to touch him. For the last time, I should really focus on what I'm trying to do. He doesn't even care about me at all anyways. He misses Sasori I bet. He doesn't give a single fuck about me. "This stupid disrespectful fuck." I bet that's what he thinks about me all the time.
I'm mad at myself. I'm letting myself get hurt while I'm distracting myself from the plan. I hate him so much, he's so annoying and he screws up my head, his words, his face, the way he acts, his interests, his hate for me, it's all hurting my head.
Damn it..he's so different, I don't know why I'm attracted to him. He hates me. He's changing me. I know I'm constantly saying these things, but I just can't think right..
I'm stuck. I don't know what to do. I just can't help it but smile every time I see him. I wish he could see my smile. I wish I could tell him who I really was, though, he'd hate me more.
I hate him.