𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗧𝗔 || sasusaku

Chapter 34: Scars and Tattoos

(Warning! There is no lemonade but there is Obito's picture in the media (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞)

Surprise surprise, I updated after two days. Still got lots of requirements and term paper to do but I enjoy writing this so here it is! Enjoy reading!

Okay, proceed with the Chapter!
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The streets of Tokyo has always been busy during the day. But once the night approaches, the street became more crowded with people and cars here and there. But despite the heavily traffic jam and people bustling the alleys, the City of Tokyo and its nightlife has never been less beautiful. As the lights glimmered on the tinted car window, one particular man looked outside the famous Shinjuku crossing. His eyes bore out the tinted window, staring at the people walking fast like they were being followed by shinigamis.

And perhaps they were. Constantly being followed by shinigamis, just waiting until it was their time. At the grim thought, the man chuckled darkly. His driver looked at him through the mirror but averted his eyes almost instantly when the man turned his head towards him.

"Is there something wrong?" He asked, his tone carrying an amused expression. "Your eyes kept darting at me. Keep doing that and the car might crush on a lamppost or it might hit a person."

The man put his hand on his chin and propped his elbow near the window before adding, "The latter might be better though."

The driver cleared his throat and composed himself. "I deeply apologize, Tobi-sama," he said flatly, his eyes now directed in front as he continued to drive.

After a few minutes or so, the car turned towards a residence and stopped just outside a huge gate. Soon after, the gates opened and the car drove in.

"Tobi-sama, we have arrived," the driver said, noticing as Tobi had his eyes closed and had probably taken a short nap. He opened the door and stepped outside, taking his coat off once he was inside the living room.

Tobi walked upstairs where his room was located. The whole house seem empty but he knew his men was just around, being good watchmen like they are paid to be.

He took a deep sigh before unbuttoning his shirt and sliding the sleeves off his arms leaving him with only his jeans and the tattoos on his arms and chest. He looked at the wooden coffee table where a bottle of whiskey and a pack of cigarette were placed before walking towards the adjacent washroom and stood in front of the sink, facing the mirror. He took off his mask before putting his hands on the sink, his back muscles flexing as his eyes glare on his reflexion. The scars that had been there for years, because of that stupid incident and Tobi still loathed it. The wound reminded him a lot of his past that he wanted nothing more than to burn.

"That brat really had to mention it," he muttered, the glare he had on his eyes only intensified when he remembered what Sasuke mentioned earlier.

"Saying he doesn't trust a man who wears a mask. It's not like people doesn't wear masks on a daily basis. This world is full of masked individuals with too many things to hide."

His jaw visibly clenched as his knuckles turned white, in a flash his fist connected on the mirror, shattering the glass into thousands fragment pieces. His kunckles that used to be white from lacked of blood is now covered in splatters of blood. He didn't even bother washing the blood away as he walked outside and towards the coffee table, taking a stick of cigarette out of the pack and a lighter inside his pocket.