09-19-2012, 10:49 AM
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Found it. Ah, reliving the past is fun:
Originally Posted by ACt
Let's stay on topic. I happen to have inside information on how the Rinnegan was given to Nagato. Gather round, and I'll tell you the story.
Scene - at a home in the rain country, a mother and father sit on the porch with their newborn son, who is crying. (Because it's Naruto... someone needs to cry.)
Mother: My, he is a strong one.
Father: Haha... with lungs like that, he'll be a great ninja one day, without a doubt.
Mother: Oh, I don't want that kind of life. Couldn't he be a lawyer or doctor or something useful that doesn't involve violence? I don't want him living the life you led.
Father: I know. It is a tough life. But it is in his blood.
Mother: Please. Give him a better life. A life of peace.
Father: Maybe your right... (lifts his son into his arms) Maybe he does deserve different.
Tobi appears: OH! Hello.
Mother and Father start: AH! Who are you?
Tobi: Nobody in particular. Just passing through the country. Lovely rain you have.
Father, suspiciously: what's with that mask?
Mother: Oh! Are you a mime?! One of those traveling entertainers?!
Tobi: I --- nn... uh... YEAH! I AM a mime.
Father: Then how come you are talking to us?
Tobi: I'm a talking mime. It is a new fad.
Mother: Oooooo... we don't get many fads out there. Quick, do a magic trick.
Tobi: But, I thought I was a mime.
Mother: oh... right... you do the, uh...
Tobi: Right. (pretends he is in a box)
Mother, clapping: Oh, that is very good.
Tobi: My. That is a lovely child you have. What is his name?
Mother: Nagato. He is our pride and joy.
Tobi: May I see him?
Father: O-K... but be careful.
Tobi: I shall handle him with all the care in the world. I won't even put an explosive tag on him.
Tobi: Uh... city humour. All the rage. (Tobi turns around.)
Father: What are you doing!?
Tobi: Oh... nothing <pop-pop... pop-pop> Here's your son back. Good as new.
Father: What was that popping noise? (staring at his son, then at Tobi)
Tobi: errr... bad back. Gotta run now. Don't forget to die terribly.
Tobi: Byyyy-eeeeeee... (disappears)
Mother: What a strange mime.
A simple souvenir of someone's kill
And like the sea
I'm constantly changing from calm to ill
Madness fills my heart and soul as if the great divide could swallow me whole
oh, how I'm breaking down