I. Birth

He wasn't born with them.

He wasn't. People thought he had been, but that was a lie.

His beautiful mouths came afterwards. It was the fruit of his work, the time he had spent plotting and preparing for the ultimate moment he could call the kinjutsu his own.

II. Younger Years

He started with play-doh. It wasn't enough. And then he found clay.

He was addicted. The way the soft clay was so easily molded, the damp feeling of moisture seeping into his hand was bliss.

He could not get enough of it, but his beautiful sculptures didn't have life. It couldn't fill the emptiness, the void, inside of him.

Not enough, he told himself, not enough.

III. Teenage-hood

It was beautiful.

He had finally mastered the kinjutsu. The way his creations moved, an art in themselves. But that was not all. The true art was in the way their existence was so fleeting.

IV. Weasel

He wanted nothing to do with them.

But it was too late. The weasel had squirmed effortlessly into his life.

Blood red. The way it looked at him and his art. It was a disgrace to the world, and his art. This, he thought, was not art. There was no way that this could be even associated with true art.

V. Sasori

Another artist.

This person was different, art was eternal? Who was he kidding, true art was fleeting. Things get boring after time, so let it go off with a bang while its still beautiful.

But Sasori was an artist, and he respected that.

VI. Tobi

Annoying bastard. Akatsuki members needed to be cool and calm. Not this kind of hyper machine.

Cool, is art. Art, is his exploding clay. Its all connected. He missed Sasori, Tobi was just a waste of exploding clay.

VII. Mirrors

Those eyes again.

They taint his art, so disapproving, no, they weren't art. He would destroy them. One Uchiha down, one more to go.

But the Uchiha wouldn't die. Was his life not enough to kill a something completely non-artistic?

How much was his life worth?

Was he...a defective?

Damn those eyes. He will destroy them all.

VIII. Death

I'm sorry Tobi.

I should have taken the chances to blow you up more. Run, Tobi, get out before I blow you up too.

Because I will destroy Itachi and his brother.

Because...art...is...a...

bang...

Cower in awe! Cry your heart out! Because my art... is an EXPLOSION!