Losing It!

I made an entrance that cool, and you called me a dog?!

Obito was beside himself. His Adam's apple bobbed as he forced back the words already on his tongue: "Uchiha Yongye, I've been watching you for a long time."

He took a deep breath and told himself not to stoop to Madmen's level.

Everyone in Konoha knew there was something wrong with Uchiha Yongye's head. Arguing with him would be beneath Obito.

He swiftly revised his approach. If playing the mysterious stranger wouldn't intimidate Madmen, he would get straight to the point.

He straightened his back again, clasped his hands behind him, and spoke slowly in a deliberately deep, commanding voice.

"Uchiha Yongye."

He paused, letting his voice echo through the narrow alley for a few moments to lend himself an air of authority.

"You hate Konoha. You hate Hiruzen Sarutobi. You hate Danzo. You hate the Uchiha Clan."

It was a statement, not a question.

He had done his research. The Uchiha boy's parents and older brother had died at Root's hands, and an unknown enemy had attacked the boy himself, nearly killing him.

His hatred for the Konoha High Command and the Uchiha Clan ran bone-deep. And hatred was the finest weapon of all.

Yongye didn't even lift his eyelids. "What the hell does that have to do with a creep who won't show his face? If your father knew how sleazy you'd turn out, he'd regret having you. He should've left you on the wall!"

He spoke quietly, but every word dripped with contempt.

Obito's fingers clenched inside his sleeves until his knuckles creaked. He swore to himself:

Once the Eye of the Moon Plan succeeds, I'm ripping this brat's tongue out!

He suppressed the anger churning in his chest and continued in that steady, commanding