Chapter 4
His father had committed suicide, there was no way he didn't.
He'd been "murdered", ambushed, but his father hadn't drawn his weapon.
Bullshit. His father had been the best. Even Taiyo had said it.
An ambush, even a drive by where he didn't drawn his weapon was just idiocy, unless he'd wanted to die.
Hiashi told him he'd died in something similar to a drive by after a deal gone bad; no witnesses, a single gunshot to the head.
The clan knew the deal could go south so they'd sent the best: Hizashi.
Hinata's mother had oddly enough been there too.
Hiashi had implied an affair coupled with the wrong place at the wrong time.
Neji was sure he didn't believe that. His father had been too good of an agent to die in something as ridiculous as that. His father always carried his gun loaded, safety off when Neji wasn't around. It had been at the scene, but not a bullet was missing. In addition, he couldn't recall his father ever being interested in Hinata's mother either. A woman from the clan had agreed. Plus, his father had never shown any interest except in that one lady in the compound, but Neji for the life of him couldn't remember her name.
Suicide made sense though. He felt his father didn't really want him around much, especially sometimes after he'd been marked.
That bitch had been right. His father would eventually leave him behind.
Thinking of those times and his loneliness, he'd started sobbing -to his embarrassment- in front of Hiashi. He'd only been twelve at the time when he'd finally felt strong enough to ask for the real truth, not the fodder that he'd just been shot. He needed the details.
To confirm his suspicions that his father couldn't fake wanting him any longer.
And he was right, which hurt him so deeply he didn't know what to do.
Hiashi had seemed shocked at the sudden outpouring of tears. Lost for words, he had pulled Neji to his chest awkwardly.
Neji wanted to push him away, but his arms were too weak.
He'd overheard his father before he left tell his twin he'd loved him, and setting sad eyes on Neji, he'd patted his head, pressed a kiss to his forehead, and left. Hiashi had come over to babysit which wasn't really out of the ordinary.
Neji found it strange that the man could hurt both of them, and then give Neji kisses to the cheek when he thought no-one was paying attention.
He wondered if pain, hurt, was just another showing of love in the clan.
As a child, he had woken up in the hospital, fainted when the news of his father reached him.
That his father was never coming back, that just like that woman said he'd finally been left behind - alone.
And despite the knife of pain ripping his small heart in two he hadn't cried.
Those feelings came rushing back after Hiashi told him the details. He felt weak and unwanted now in the arms of his uncle, caging him in.
The embrace was wrong despite everything, he wanted his father's embrace.
Even if it wasn't real…he'd felt wanted…
He'd managed to grab him before he hit the ground. The feeling of his dead weight momentarily making him feel lightheaded.
"Come on," Tokuma sighed. Heaving the boy up into his arms, pausing to make sure his arms were looped around his neck even though his left slid down to dangle awkwardly.
Feeling the hot puff of his breath against his collarbone reassured him. Neji had probably gotten all of it out of his system but he'd have Natsu look at him.
Whatever is in his system…
He'd been downing tequila, and everything under the sun since he'd entered the club.
"Oi, put him down!" a man called, and Tokuma turned to regard the door.
A man was there and he recognized him as the guy Neji had buying him drinks.
He frowned, looking at the man with obvious boredom.
"That little bitch owes me some ass, I've been buying him drinks all night," the man said.
Tokuma sighed.
"You clearly see, he's out of it," Tokuma said, irritation apparent in his voice and choosing to ignore the word choice of the man.
Reason…
"So?" the man retorted. Tokuma looked at him in disgust.
"Don't give me that look. That's when whores are at their best."
What…?
"What are you saying?" Tokuma bit out.
"I like 'em like that quiet, I can do whatever I want," the man said, and Tokuma read the look in the man's eye. "Now set him down and leave. This won't take long," the man said, closing the door behind him.
Tokuma digested the man's words a moment, looking down at the boy's lax face before setting him against the wall gently.
"Good boy," the man said advancing.
"I want to take him under my wing Hiashi."
Hiashi looked up at the man and sighed.
"No..father. He is fine underneath me," Hiashi said, propping his cheek against his hand.
"You let him get away with things. Why? " Taiyo challenged.
"I treat him as any other branch member," Hiashi responded irritation building in his brows.
"You go easy on him. You shouldn't." Taiyo spat, crossing his arms.
Hiashi read the man's body language and thought of a million ways to approach him, but decided against all of them.
"What did he say to you?" Hiashi asked instead.
"His words mean nothing to me. It's not what he said it's how he acted," Taiyo replied, his disdain evident in his tone.
I'm not stupid father…
There was a reason he kept what Neji had said under wraps, but judging from the look his father had an idea probably.
"He's playing you," Taiyo said.
"You want to punish him. I have, there is no more say on the matter," Hiashi said, reaching his right arm out. Iroha moved to grab him a glass of wine.
"Father there are other more import- this isn't the right temperature," Hiashi cut himself off when he'd grasped the glass Iroha handed him. The man immediately took it back. Hiashi sat up a little, rolling his left shoulder.
He saw Taiyo watch him and he tapped his finger against his thigh a moment before he proceeded.
"I have to leave for three days on business as you are aware, however," He took a sip of the glass offered to him, "I have decided that you should run things considering how Yuki has been a little…"Hiashi smirked, not finishing.
"Very well," his father said not needing any more information.
"Do not harm him permanently, he's the best at what he does," Hiashi said, and he knew his father knew he was speaking of Neji.
Taiyo snorted.
"Hiashi, you know that if I wanted to I could have by now."
Hiashi sat up a little straighter at that.
"You won't," Hiashi spat, "I do not allow it."
"Hm," Taiyo hummed, eyes sliding to the frame of Neji and Hizashi on Hiashi's desk.
Hiashi could read in between those lines, and he let out a harsh sigh, Iroha bristled a little behind him.
"I can and I will and there's nothing that can be done I have the right…"
Hiashi leaned forward incrementally eyes steady on his father.
"Try it…"
He entered the room to the sounds of Neji babbling to his father.
Closing the door quietly, Hiashi advanced to the living room of the house, where he could hear the gurgling of the infant.
Spotting dark hair tossed over the arm of the couch, Hiashi spotted his brother passed out with the baby on his chest. Neji was about three months old now and already he could pick his head and look around.
Hiashi was impressed.
He watched the two for a moment, Neji safely cuddled to his father's chest and neck, currently trying to make a snack out of Hizashi's loose hair as he grabbed at it, pulling it to his mouth.
Perhaps the baby just had good timing because he turned his head just as Hiashi approached and gurgled excitedly at him.
Hiashi smiled, staring at the child and then his brother's sleeping face. His arms were curled around the child, smushing him to his chest to make sure he wouldn't fall off. With Hiashi here the baby seemed to protest the restraint.
Reaching for the baby he noticed the drool over the front of his brother's shirt and the glistening strands of his hair and frowned. He should start tying his back like Hizashi had done. Although he knew Neji wouldn't appreciate it, he still kept it loose when he handled the infant.
He remembered when Hizashi, frustrated, pulled his hair back and out of Neji's reach. Neji had thrown a fit. He was usually a well-behaved, quiet baby but he'd let everyone know he had a good set of lungs that day.
"Did you tire your Tou-san out Neji-chan?" Hiashi lifted the child, noticing the furrow drive between his brother's brows as the baby was pulled from his arms. Supporting the baby with one arm, he smoothed the fingers of his other hand between his brother's brows, easing the tension there.
Hiashi looked down at the baby, starting to repeat his question when the boy jerked his hair harshly. Wincing, Hiashi noticed the strength of the pull.
"You're going to make your favorite uncle bald if you keep doing that, so stop it." Hiashi scolded lightheartedly.
Neji seemed to consider it before pulling harder and then laughing at the look on his uncle's face.
'Already disobeying…'
This was indeed Hizashi's son .
'My son…'
Hizashi belonged to him just like this baby did, and for a moment ever since the baby's birth he thought of taking the child away from his brother.
His brother would want him around all the time, they'd be inseparable again. He'd have Neji and thus he'd have Hizashi, but already he knew it wouldn't work.
Somehow the child could already tell the twins apart, even when they'd tried to trick him.
The baby had refused to come to him when Hiashi "pretended" to be his father. Hizashi had laughed thinking nothing of it. Inside, Hiashi had been furious at the rejection.
The baby squealed in his arms, tossing himself back as the memory faded from Hiashi's mind's eye, and he adjusted his grip. Neji smelled clean; fresh, and Hiashi knew Hizashi must have given the baby boy a bath before passing out on the couch.
Neji was always at his loudest after a bath.
"Ssh you'll wake your fa-…Hizashi," Hiashi said, levelling his gaze with the baby.
Neji didn't care as he squealed again before launching himself into Hiashi's face.
Surprised, Hiashi started to jerk his head back when the baby latched onto the tip of his nose trying to suckle. Then he started laughing when the boy got frustrated.
Neji disengaged moving to try to suckle Hiashi's cheek instead, whining when he still wasn't rewarded with something to eat.
"Don't let my baby catch the ugly," a tired voice murmured.
Hiashi's eye twitched.
"We're identical Hizashi, if I'm ugly what does that make you," Hiashi challenged ignoring the baby starting to fuss.
"Shows what you know," Hizashi said, stretching on the couch before he turned to his side to look at Neji.
"I'm the hot twin," Hizashi finished tracing the profile of his sons face.
He hadn't caught Hiashi's eye yet and Hiashi felt a spark of jealousy run through him.
Hiashi felt his grip on Neji slip just a little.
Hizashi twitched as if he felt Hiashi loosen his grip on the infant.
He sat up quickly extending his arms.
"Give me my baby." Hizashi said, eyes darkening and voice going stern.
Hiashi barely hid his hiss. He turned, angling Neji away from his brother, turning his body away.
"No," Hiashi hissed.
"Give him to me!" Hizashi shouted, rising sharply.
Hiashi took a step back tightening his grip on the baby, a sneer twisting his features.
Neji started wailing in his arms. Hiashi ignored him, while Hizashi seemed to be responding to the baby's increase in volume.
"Give me my son Hiashi!" Hizashi shouted advancing, but Hiashi stood his ground. They could hear pounding on the door, concerned voices filtering through the wood.
"He's not yours he's mine! Nothing is yours!" Hiashi screamed. Hizashi stepped forward before freezing when Hiashi pulled out his pocket knife, setting it to the screaming infant's throat.
"H-Hiashi…" Hizashi whispered out, voice hoarse, eyes rounding in terror.
Neji was all he had, Hiashi wouldn't…
But he would Hizashi realized, a cold dread weighing heavy in his belly.
"He's my son you can't have him!" Hiashi growled .
"He's not yours Hiashi. Not everything and everybody is yours," Hizashi hissed, eyes scanning the room for anything to unarm his brother.
Hiashi's look darkened.
"No one can have him but me…"
Itachi brushed his fingers over his lips, the sound of the music still blasting but it felt like background noise.
He could still taste Neji's mouth on his and he wanted more.
More…
He hadn't anticipated this. After the conversation with Shikamaru he'd found so much more about Shisui's disappearance and it made him feel absolutely ill.
Danzo.
Knowing left him sick and in a bid he'd gone to the last place Shisui had been.
Red Clouds.
The fact that Danzo probably took him was disturbing. There was a chance he'd never be found if that was the case.
But why…?
Shisui, despite Fugaku's warnings and animosity, worked for the man.
There's no reason…
Shikamaru hadn't given much but a name was already too much. He'd been clever though, the boy following him hadn't suspected Itachi knew a thing and after a while he stopped following him.
He'd come here to find more clues and ended up spotting Neji.
He hadn't looked right, swaying a little too much to the music, eyes a little too wide. A man was behind him trying to make his way over and Itachi wasn't sure what possessed him to approach.
He'd wanted to question him, but with each step he just wanted to get closer, until he could feel his body heat against him.
Neji had latched onto him immediately, to the other man's chagrin. Neji pushed him away instead looping his arms around Itachi's neck.
He'd tried to speak and the boy had attached their lip instead.
Stolen….
His first kiss, and he could still feel the fire of it tingling against his lips.
Neji had tried to devour his tongue and Itachi wanted him to, he'd caught on quickly after the shock, and mimicked the other's movements, and was rewarded with a moan.
He'd blushed but Itachi wanted more, he felt it in his core, and he felt where Neji placed his hands.
Inexperience once again showed and the other boy had laughed a little, to his embarrassment.
Itachi had then been intent on changing that, but the boy had run off.
He didn't know why but he'd looked for him after he'd been gone.
Five minutes…
At the back of the club he spotted a door, exiting the scent of blood hit his nose and he immediately scanned the dark alley.
Fierce pales eyes pierced through him and for a moment he thought it was Neji on first glance but the hair wasn't right, nor the gaze.
Neji was out against the wall, and the other man a Hyuuga, was standing over the bloodied body of the man who'd pursued the boy all night.
He's not stopping…he'll kill him…
Itachi realized when the man continued the beating.
"Stop!" Itachi's voice rang out clearly.
"Shut up, leave," the Hyuuga man said lifting the man bodily by the collar.
"You'll kill him" Itachi said, approaching, closer he could see the rage in the man's eyes and the..
Hurt…?
He was sure they were strangers.
"Good, scum like him need to disappear," the man growled.
"Would he want that" Itachi gestured to the unconscious boy behind him.
"Yes."
Bad move…
"This guy is trash."
Itachi tried a different approach.
"I think he's more important unless you'd rather finish up here," Itachi tossed out, crossing his arms.
The man paused at that. He looked up at him.
"If he were my man he'd take top priority but I guess you Hyuugas do it differently," Itachi spat.
"You Uchiha can't even keep up with your own, and you dare lecture me about my clan?" Itachi barely stopped his head from going back.
The Hyuuga dropped the man in a bloody heap, turning with disgust and gathered Neji up in his arms.
"I have no business with you Uchiha, I'd suggest you mind yours," the man said turning and making a smooth exit.
Itachi felt his eye twitch, but at least he'd gotten him to stop. He reentered the club, and told the nearest bartender a man was passed out in the back.
He exited before they could question him.
He thought of Neji again and felt his heart rate accelerate.
The kiss made him want more. He wanted to taste more
Feel more…
Itachi blushed a little at the warmth he felt low in his stomach. It was new something he never felt before.
It was unexpected.
It was a distraction from what he truly needed to focus on.
He shook his head.
Focus…
Shisui had been investigating Danzo?
Itachi pondered starting his car and driving to his townhouse.
I need more information…
He needed it desperately, if Shisui had even a chance of being found alive.
Itachi's stomach tightened at all the possibilities.
None of them good.
He set the boy against the seat with a sigh as he fastened the belt.
Jogging over to the other side, he hopped in and sped off. At the light he studied his bloody knuckles and looked over at Neji, He groaned trying to turn to his side but being unable to, Tokuma reached across as best he could and reclined the seat back a little more, his hand inadvertently touching his thighs.
Not thinking he brushed his hand slowly across the other boys thighs and sighed a little.
Neji moaned a little at the contact and Tokuma snatched his hand back.
He stared a moment before turning to drive.
Reckless…
Whether the thought was directed at himself or the boy next to him.
Scum…
That's what the man had been, and he deserved having all five of those disgusting teeth of his that Tokuma had loosened knocked out.
Tokuma tightened his grip on the steering wheel.
He felt sick even recalling why he'd been so disgusted to the point he'd had to pummel the bastard.
He felt ill recalling. Pulling over he squeezed his eyes shut a grimace.
"Toku-chan can you come here?"
"Yes! Tousan!" Tokuma ran to his father, the eight-year-old boy bounding back to the home taking a short cut through the garden.
"I told you not to do that, it disturbs the flowers," his father said scolding him.
"Sorry Tousan" Tokuma said, feeling a little embarrassed at the scolding.
He hoped he wouldn't get in trouble tonight. He hated when his father "disciplined him" it made him feel icky. His mother wouldn't say anything anymore, she just watched now.
When she used to do something, later she'd have marks all over her body from when she confronted his father.
Sometimes he'd hear her, angry that she saw him touching 'her baby' but he'd hit her until she was the color of cherries, and then he'd climb on top of her despite her telling him no.
He always felt gross afterwards and through tears he'd shuffle to the bathroom and try to wash away the feeling of hands on him.
Tokuma frowned.
"Toku-chan there's something I wanted to talk to you about, come inside?"the man asked.
"Yes" Tokuma said stomach already in knots.
Sitting in his father's lap had become his own private hell since he was six. Sometimes the man just had him sit while he sniffed his hair and pet his leg. Other times it got weirder and grosser. Tokuma didn't like the feeling of that stuff on his skin.
Today proved to be worse than he'd ever imagined.
"Tokuma," the man pushed his shoulders down till he was on hands and knees. "Yeah like that"
'im scared…'
His father moved behind him stroking his thighs and Tokuma batted his hands away.
"No" he said sharply, trying to imitate the tone Hizashi-sama used when his little boy acted naughty.
"I'm just as nervous Tokuma its ok."
"No!" he said again more urgently.
His father shuffled in front of him and when he tried to sit up his father grabbed his hair.
"Has Hira ever done this to you?"
"No…he would never"
"Stay away from him he's a bad man," his father grabbed his chin, unzipping his pants.
Tokuma began struggling.
"Stop it" his father spat harshly jerking him.
The tone startled him and then his father forced his mouth open.
He stopped struggling. His arms and legs feeling weak.
"Good boy," the man breathed, "stop it, yeah, so unlike your mother-cooperative…"
He'd cried the whole evening after that.
Hira had asked him what was wrong. Tearfully he'd explained what happened to him.
Hira had been appalled.
"A father should never do that to his child."
"will you take care of me now?"
"Yes. Always."
He'd slept over at Hira's place and had felt safe.
Later that night the man had crawled on top of him as his father used to do his mother.
Underneath the man, he'd realized nothing really mattered anymore.
Nothing in his life was his.
Not even his body.
"No one will ever believe you," Hira had said when he finished. Tokuma had stared blankly at the man.
He'd told his mother about his father again.
That morning at breakfast his mother had poured boiling hot water over the man before beating him bloody with the pot.
Tokuma watched from the doorway. He told his mother about Hira after that and she'd grabbed a kitchen knife and told him to go to Hizashi-sama's place.
Entering the home he could hear Hizashi trying to compromise with his son.
"No!Bego!"he could hear Neji yelling.
"Neji-chan please."
Tokuma slammed the door hard, knowing it would make Neji a lot more agreeable. He'd always been frightened by loud noises wanting his father to protect him. He would help Hizashi out, Hizashi never touched him inappropriately and Neji liked his company usually and often quieted his tantrums.
"Now you wish to be held? Tokuma is that you?"
Tokuma ran to the man and just about attached himself to Hizashi's side.
"I leave for business for a few days and I get hugs from Toku-chan. How nice" the man said petting his hair. laughing softly, he paused noticing the boy not moving from his burying his face in his side. Tokuma heard Neji huff irritably. "Did you miss me that much?" Hizashi laughed patting his head, he stopped abruptly, "No, Neji we don't hit" He felt Hizashi sway a little and Tokuma knew from the puff of air above his head that the little boy had tried to kick him.
"My Tousa!"
"Neji" that tone again and the little boy stopped choosing instead to squeeze himself to Hizashi with a sly smile his little toes just barely brushing the crown of Tokuma's head.
'Naughty…'
He was still trying to kick him.
A loud gunshot outside and Hizashi pulled Tokuma to his side much firmer than before, he must have tightened his grip on Neji too because the little boy started to protest earnestly even though he'd buried his face in Hizashi's shoulder at the loud noise.
"Stay here" he said making Tokuma crouch near the couch then setting his little boy down for Tokuma to hold on to before scurrying off to go outside.
Neji wasn't happy about any of it Tokuma recalled.
Later he'd learned his mother tried to shoot Hira for "defiling" her son when he'd disarmed the knife from her.
Taiyo had called her a lying witch.
She'd pleaded with the man to do something, and he had.
He covered it up, along with her abuses.
Somehow Hizashi had gotten involved. Tokuma had heard rumors that Hizashi was "sick and tired of the Hyuuga system" and was working to get rid of it. Tokuma wondered if he ever would be able to.
If Taiyo would ever let him.
Taiyo wasn't a compromising man.
His mother had been furious in the weeks following, she'd told Tokuma she loved him and had given him her hair tassels before she'd suddenly vanished.
He never saw his mother again.
Later he discovered she'd gone after Taiyo-sama.
He'd originally been of the main branch but after his mother's disappearance and "discrepancies around his birth" he'd been branded.
Nothing had really changed Tokuma thought.
His father may be dead, his mother out of the picture, but there was still a monster in his bed every night.
Tokuma blinked the wetness away from his eyes putting the car in drive, he sped off toward the compound, stopping only a few times when Neji awoke with only half a warning that he was going to puke.
Shikamaru sighed sitting up in bed, thoughts straying to Neji.
He's my ticket in…
His father had told him to drop investigating the Hyuugas but he couldn't.
So why did you let him leave…
Shikamaru bit his lip, not understanding his own actions.
'You even gave him a heads up why?'
Because I wanted to…?
'Foolish'
Shikamaru blinked hard catching himself.
Talking to yourself is the first sign of madness…
Shikamaru chuckled a little despite himself.
He sat back in bed, looking over the files on his laptop. Frowning he grabbed his phone.
He had intended to put a tracker on Neji's phone, but he hadn't. When he was outside with the boy it would have been all too easy to put one on there as he smoked the cigarette under the guise of putting his number in his phone. And yet…
I hesitated…
He'd been fully intent on investigating the boy but he'd let the chance slip because…
It…didn't feel right…
Gazing at those full lips, those cloudlike eyes it felt strange…
Setting him up…?
What even was he trying to do?
He was unsure himself.
Breathing out a frustrated sigh he slammed his laptop and threw himself under his covers, cringing when he heard it thud to the floor.
Mom will chew me out if that's broken…
Shikamaru grimaced, opening his phone and instead searching through his social media for a photo of the boy occupying his head space.
He couldn't find one and he closed his phone feeling oddly disappointed.
Thinking back over that night, it felt like forever ago already, he hadn't gone to the shogi house, his gut telling him not to. But he's sought out Itachi.
The mysterious boy was an enigma and he felt also that there was something more to him. That there was more to him than eye candy and he wondered if anyone had ever taken the time to uncover what was underneath that seemingly cold exterior.
It's the same with Neji…
Shikamaru tskd, rolling over irritably shutting his eyes.
"Neji please" Tokuma said a little exasperated
"I want you right now," the other boy said huskily.
Sneaking Neji back in the compound proved to be a little easier than expected.
Taiyo had been hunting for him earlier, but since Hiashi had left and not returned without a word, he'd had other matters to attend to instead of torturing Neji for his behavior earlier.
And also not responding to the man's summons
Luck…
But for how much longer.
He's gonna chew him out…
Tokuma just hoped Hiashi would be back before Taiyo remembered and did something drastic.
Trying to put the boy to bed was proving difficult. He'd returned to consciousness still drunk and was behaving less than classy.
"I want you in my mouth, or me, doesn't matter right now…" Tokuma closed his eyes sighing a bit.
"Neji stop it," Tokuma said shaking the boy's shoulders a little, he stared into dazed pale eyes and sighed at the unfocused look set on him. He gathered both his wrists before pushing him until he lay on his back.
Neji had already tried to "run back to the club" to speak to someone.
After hesitating Tokuma settled between his spread thighs pinning him when he tried to move, moving his hips out of reach when Neji tried to grind against him.
Tokuma was glad he hadn't tried to get the boy to change from his club attire. This whole ordeal could have been so much more troublesome. He doubted Neji had the coordination right now to even think of changing to sleeping clothes.
"Why are you acting like this?" he asked softly.
Neji tossed his head to the side closing his eyes, and Tokuma sensed that he just didn't hear him rather than blatantly ignoring him.
He did that sometimes.
A lot of times…
It reminded Tokuma of Hiashi every time he did that.
"Nej-"
"His anniversary is coming up…" Tokuma sat up at that.
Tokuma moved from between his thighs instead settling beside him.
He swallowed hard knowing exactly who Neji was speaking about.
"fourteen years and it still hurts…like a void…like I can't move on…why can't I…?"
"The death of a parent is a hard pill to swallow… I don't know if it ever truly gets easier…it just hurts less sometimes…" Tokuma said hoarsely. He knew from experience. Sometimes he was angry more than anything.
Who knows what happened to her. Was she sold? Was she under the floorboards of the compound? He didn't know, he'd never have closure and that hurt more than anything.
"What's crazy is…everything's all blurry, like my memory isn't mine"
Tokuma blinked at that.
What?
"What?" he turned to look at Neji, confusion marring his features, Neji's eyes were closed, and belatedly he realized he wasn't slurring anymore.
"Neji explain, what do you mean?"
No answer.
Tokuma leaned down listening to his heavy breaths.
Tokuma frowned, rising and pushing the small wastebasket near the bed.
Exiting he frowned a little concerned at what the boy had just said.
"Like my memories aren't mine" As in his father's death what does he mean…?
Tokuma shut the door with a soft click.
"To what do I owe this pleasure?" a deep voice whispered into his ear.
Hiashi stopped his eye from twitching just barely.
"Nothing. Sit" He said, not bothering with pleasantries.
He felt the man smirk against his ear and just about stopped himself from rising and leaving.
Get this over with…
Hiashi sighed harshly through his nose as Shikaku took a seat across from him.
Hiashi ignored him a moment instead stretching his peripheral to observe his surroundings in a brief scan. It was the same place he and Hizashi used to sneak off too when their parents weren't watching for them at every moment of the day.
It was why he'd grabbed Neji's beverage earlier that morning, it was Hizashi's favorite. He wondered if Neji knew that detail.
Focusing white eyes on Shikaku he narrowed them watching Shikaku trace his features.
"Keep your nose out of my business" Hiashi said simply.
Shikaku narrowed his eyes.
"What are you talking about? " Shikaku replied, it wasn't a question.
"You know exactly what it is I'm referring to" Hiashi let that float around.
Shikaku's jaw tightened a little and those sharp eyes scrutinized him mercilessly.
"You know I don't fool with you or your corrupt game Hyuuga" Shikaku spat.
Hiashi sat back smirking a bit.
"Funny you weren't acting like that years ago."
Shikaku's eyes tightened further before he leaned back.
"What do you want." Shikaku said and Hiashi felt his patience wearing thin.
Good…
He stared at him a moment.
"You know what I want," he said voice dropping to a sultry tone, Shikaku immediately stiffened.
With his foot Hiashi extended his leg stroking it up along the inside of Shikaku's calf trailing up slowly.
Shikaku snatched his ankle, stopping his ascent up his leg.
"I want you to honor our deal" Hiashi hissed lowly.
"I have." Shikaku growled at him, and Hiashi's brows furrowed.
"You know I have…" Shikaku murmured quietly.
Hiashi's hard look softened a little.
Only a little, he doubted his face even changed.
"I will honor that deal to the end you know why," Shikaku said quietly looking him in the eye Hiashi felt a fist of emotion lodge in his throat.
But I don't understand…
Shikaku didn't need to know anything about that though.
Those treacherous, tumultuous feelings.
He crushed it.
"You better," Hiashi said rising he paused. "Keep your brat away from mine I might add."
Shikaku snorted at that "He's not interested in your brat, or your business Hyuuga…"
"Funny, I can't remember a time when you weren't in my business like a child," Hiashi sneered. Shikaku bristled at that
"Funny, I can remember a time when you used to use your mouth for better purposes I guess we've both grown up" Shikaku spat.
Hiashi shot him a piercing icy glare Shikaku returned the cold look.
"Careful Nara, there's a line and you're very close to it"
"That line got crossed long ago Hyuuga" Shikaku said rising.
They stared across at each other two opposing forces until they mutually backed down from one another.
This was not the place for a scene.
Hiashi blinked turning his back to Shikaku and walking away.
It was dark when Neji woke up again.
He couldn't really recall how he'd made it back to the compound
Which is more embarrassing not knowing what I said or not knowing who undressed me and put me to bed?...
Neji looked down noting his state of undress, and something in his stomach made him feel revulsion.
He felt sticky, gross even.
Why?... it's not that hot in here…
He looked around his room it was dark, not a sound anywhere, a brief glance and he saw his door was locked.
Frowning, he rose, intent on showering unnoticed.
He grabbed his phone.
Stepping into the hall he noted the warmth of the floor by his door, confusion pulling at his brows.
Dismissing it he stalked to the bathroom.
After bathing halfway to his room he was intercepted by Yuki.
Fuck…I know he's pissed…
He had to be, and from the bandages on his face Hiashi had let the man have it.
So now he's gonna take it out on me…
Neji frowned.
"Neji" the man said staring down his nose at him.
"Yuki-sama" Neji returned, he didn't bow, choosing instead to focus on the towel around his waist and his clothes in hand.
He hoped the man wouldn't really try to have serious conversation considering Neji's state of undress.
That means nothing to them…
"Taiyo-sama relayed to me that you did not respond to his order that he sent you," Yuki said conversationally.
Neji tensed just a little.
"My apologizes I didnt see it" Neji replied sarcasm dripping from each word.
Yuki clocked it, and instead of an angry outburst like usual he smirked.
What?...
"Hmm as he has already mentioned, go check in on your affairs," Yuki said vaguely, taking his leave.
It was strange for him to be here anyway.
Just to tell me that?...
Neji frowned entering his room. He changed before sitting on the edge of his bed.
My affairs…?
Neji frowned, before he knew.
He checked his bank account.
A cool zero met him. Shocked he stared for a moment. The cushy sum his father had left him gone.
He was literally stuck on the compound now. He didn't have a cent to his name. He just knew Taiyo had ensured he wouldn't have any access to the cars on the compound.
Hiashi had allowed him to have access to some of it but it appeared Taiyo had a better way of dishing out a punishment. Though Neji knew that was only the beginning.
Old bastard…
Ok yeah its been forever since an update but im a student in college so yeah lol. rest assured this whole story is planned out and wont be abandoned,feel free to stop by my tumblr for questions about it