日向導 - A Hyūga's Guide

Chapter Thirty Five: Loose Screws

"Fuck." He slammed his fists against the wall and glared at the darkening brick with annoyance. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" His feet kicked the hard surface in the same spot over and over again, until a small crevice was formed. Frowning at his carelessness, the dark hole staring at him tauntingly, he looked back up the stairs from which he came.

Toneri had a few screws loose, that's what his previous peers would say in a mocking manner. Insane. Crazy. Weird. He was so fucking weird. They don't think so anymore, no, they were too dead to think and feel.

Running a tired hand through his soiled hair, he leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. His mind couldn't help but replay every instance in the meeting he just had; going over the little details and berating him much like his old comrades.

(You messed up, Toneri. You messed up so bad and now they're mad.)

It's not like he had a choice to concede to the plans of the two people he despised so openly. He was their lap dog, no matter how much he liked to think that he was above them. Yes, he was, he was so much more powerful and smart, but even those with power have to fight for their place. It just so happened that in his moment of weakness, he was forced into last place and a position he didn't want. He hated being their lapdog

(stupid mutt, know your place, yeah?)

running errands for those filthy men as if he didn't have his own plans. If it wasn't for him, they would be struggling with their schemes anyway! They wanted him to speed up the process, make it go faster, hurry it up, but he just couldn't. How the fuck was he supposed to? Things change, problems arise, the Hyūga Heiress was alive and she was so close to him.

She touched him, and her hands were so warm. The hate in her eyes made his heart beat faster, his palms got sweaty, and if he was being very honest, blood had rushed down and made his skin tingle as it rubbed against the fabric of his yukata. Hiashi had raised such a beautiful, almost sinful looking woman.

His smirk fell.

But there was that son of a bitch with her. The one who she looked at with such adoration and care. The one who made her smile. He was able to touch her freely and she would enjoy it. That damn Uchiha was married to her.

Scoffing, Toneri continued on his way down the stairs leading to the dark pits of his home. If anyone had the pleasure of wandering past his doors, they would soon realize that he was alone. The house was eerily empty despite it being built for a large family. A family whose bones were buried and enriching the soil on which he walked on.

The smile formed on his face once more as he opened the heavy metal doors leading into a dark, freezing cold room. Making a 'woo' sound as if he just realized how unfit it was for anyone to be in such a place, he flicked his hand and the torches on the wall lit up instantly.

Toneri looked around the room, marvelling at how well his precious dolls had cleaned it. His eyes settled on the hunched over figure in front of him; his hair acted like a shield with how unruly it was, his body was caked in dirt and sweat, and the remainder of what would have been his left arm was hanging limply at his side.

"What do you want?" The man croaked out, lifting their head to reveal sockets with glass replacing his eyes. Not that the appearance was any different from his previous ocular organs.

"After all these years, you're still able to sense me." Toneri was amazed as he approached the man.

"Your stench drenches the room, how can I not?" He taunted.

"I brought some news, so you can stop being hostile for a second."

"Bullshit." He bared his teeth, spitting to the side as a low growl was heard from him. "Care to leave me alone for another year before you spread your decaying odour? The walls feel slimy because of you."