Prologue: Dream
He can feel it.
There is anger pulsing through his veins and he feels it; wrenching his heart into tiny little pieces as he hits her over and over again. Her white eyes are shimmering with unshed tears and he loves it and hates it and watches as she stands up once more to fight. The blonde shouts from the stands and she listens because he's all that keeps her going, and slowly the anger grows and grows until he's boiling…
He goes in for the kill.
Somewhere around this time, Hyuga Neji awakens to find himself pointing a knife at his cousin.
It takes only but a second for Hiashi to realize this time his nephew has gone too far. The boy sits beside him, head bowed as the elders discuss franticly of what is to be done. He has brought nothing but pride and glory to this family, some argue, and Neji visibly brightens up. But his dreams are nothing short of disturbing, others debate, and the rest of the clan cannot help but agree. Dreams of blood and fire, death and disease; this isn't the first time the boy has strayed from bed, having being found twice hugging his father's grave with tears streaming down his cheeks.
"The decision is yours to make, Hiashi-sama." the elder on his left says. Neji looks for assistance from his uncle, the man having cared for him since his parents' tragic death. Hiashi sighs, long and hard; he won't be able to help this time.
"Action must, and will, be taken." Everyone in the room murmurs in approval. "Your bags will be packed, Neji."
The boy mentioned proceeds to stand up, take a long deep bow, and run up the stairs.