“I don’t know what kind of sick joke this is, but my father died in a car accident.” The voice on the line continued, tone mocking, made even more grating by their constant verbal tic. Neji could feel his blood boiling beneath his skin. How dare the person try to tear them apar–
“Who are you?” he’d asked ten years ago, the question directed at a man in some sort of uniform standing outside of the home he’d shared with his father, a uniform that didn’t cover his very distinctive features, violet eyes that he would only ever see on one man.
Neji pressed the end button on his cell phone and brought his hands to his features, which were frozen in shock. Just before his father had disappeared, only to return as ashes, Hidan had visited their home. He’d been there! He had looked Neji dead in the eyes! Tears slid over his cheeks as his hands began to shake. Was he dating the man who had murdered his father?
He picked up the phone again and dialed a number he knew by heart. It only rang once. “Itachi…All I need is for you to tell me if a man named Hidan is someone…like you. Is Hidan a killer?” Once he had his answer, the Hyuuga dropped the phone onto the cushion beside him on the couch.
He was dating a killer, again, the one who had killed his own father.
He pulled his knees up onto the couch and used them to muffle his sobs.