A simple mission gone horribly, irrevocably wrong once again for the Akatsuki. They seemed to be hitting tons of rough patches lately. Who were they kidding, the word 'rough' did not even cover it. He had been devastated after he had heard. Two members were dead.
Not that Tobi had been particularly close to either of them, but they were still Akatsuki. They had been apart of his beloved organization still, so even the immortals that scared him so much were a great loss to the younger masked man.
Obito himself had told him, knowing how he would take the news. Tobi had, as expected, burst into tears. All because of that encounter with the Konoha ninja... Obito had told him exactly who had been there of course. The man was always interested to see what sort of response death caused him, concerned more about the off chance that revenge might be felt necessary. Tobi was as soft as ever though.
Wandering aimlessly, he stared off into the distance. The village didn't make much impact on him, just a blur of activity bustling about the square.
"Sorry," he muttered to the woman he bumped into, he didn't notice her shocked look at his apparel. It did not dawn on him that perhaps this place would recognize the uniform he wore. Tobi shuffled his way to the middle where a pretty sitting area lay in the prosperous civilian village. The nin sat by himself on the edge of the bench, masked head in his hands.