Uchiha Sasuke was perfection, or at least as close as to it as a man could come without being a god of some sort or another; although quite a few girls had their suspicions. Thick, raven hair so lustrous and precisely ruffled contrasted strikingly against smooth alabaster skin. Just the slightest bit of sinewy and lightly defined muscle was visible as his perfectly bleached white button down clung in all the right places. He moved with an unprecedented poise, lithe of limb and with the promised grace of a well-bred aristocrat. To top it all off were those eyes; pure onyx so deep and seemingly impenetrable as they captivated and drew others into their unfathomable depths.
If being blessed, or cursed as he often thought, with such tragically beautiful features wasn't enough, Sasuke was also the holder of a large amount of talent as well. He attended the prestigious Konoha Academy, was in almost exclusively AP classes, had a 5.7 GPA, was co-captain of the kendo club, held various records in track and other sports, and was fluent in three languages. He simply figured that it must be genetics. He was an Uchiha after all and Uchihas were born amazing. In his family success was the only option. Sasuke was outstanding in all that he had ever attempted and he most certainly had never failed. Until now.
Uchiha Sasuke was undeniably gorgeous, ridiculously talented, a well-established heartthrob of power and teen angst, and he couldn't draw for crap.
His well-manicured brows furrowed as he glared at the drawing of what was supposed to be his AP biology teacher, but looked more like an especially deranged, slightly zombie-like Michael Jackson- which he figured, essentially, was exactly what the science teacher looked like anyway. He scanned the evaluation sheet that was paper clipped to the top left corner. Every category of the rubric read the same; average, unsatisfactory, or some other term associated with failure and pathetic mediocrity. It all totaled to a grand seventeen percent. An F, and his fourth one at that; and there had only been three assignments so far. He blamed the TA with his stupid effeminate blonde hair and even stupider way of speaking.
Sasuke had never failed any assignment of any sort of any class; he was Uchiha fucking Sasuke, perfection was in his blood god damn it! He thus came to conclude that one, the teacher obviously had no idea what true art was, two, this was an act of envy of his pure awesomeness and Uchiha-ness (which were basically the same), and three, that art was evil and must die. He didn't even want to begin to imagine the damage this class, which wasn't even really a class anyway, was wreaking upon his precious GPA. His GPA was the one thing he held precious, the one thing he might he even dare to say he loved and he would avenge it with every fiber of his being.