Obsidian eyes bore right into mine with such hate, and malice it dropped within the very bottom of my stomach. I could do nothing but show a slight frown upon my face. Rule number #2 of 'basic shinobi training' never show the enemy your weaknesses, so troublesome. I looked away from the glare to glance behind me at the mirrors that covered the back wall of the small room. I wondered for a slight second how my leader was fairing from the other side of the two way glass. I could only comprehend a fraction of the expressions that were undoubtedly crossing the blonde's face. I turn back towards the stoic man, I forgotten for a second I should be evaluating the bastard instead.

If the man wasn't putting so much force behind his glare I would literally think he was sitting in the chair already dead. Deep gashes littered his body everywhere, and a pool of blood was slowly gathering around his bare less feet. His clothes were barely hanging on in the appropriate places. Dirt looked like a second layer of skin on top of him, and his hair looked more wild than usual. Not to mention the tribal tattoo looking chakra bindings that spread all over him. He looked like a half awoken demon. I didn't know whether to feel proud of the work my Hokage did without killing him, or sad that the man somehow survived it.

"What is your name, and can you tell me why you think you are here?"

The fan buzzing overhead was the only thing heard throughout the small room, besides the sound of his hate. I couldn't stop myself from sneering faintly at him in disgust,

"Ok. Don't speak but see how far that gets you. It doesn't bother me one way or another, I'm just following procedure."

I began to get up and turn from the steel chair that was facing the man before I heard two hard knocks come from the glass covered wall behind me. Now it was my turn to glare. I can't believe he expects me to sit here when I can't gain anything from the bastard! The nerve of him, especially since no one else even would take the job I'm standing in right now. I would love to see him get anything from the stoic man besides a curse word here or there.

My eyes grew big for a split second. That was the answer staring me right in the face, of course Naruto wouldn't like it, but he's making me stay in here anyways. If I wanted to get any sort of reaction from him I had to be just like him, a cold blooded, heartless and an overall mad man. I had to piss him off. I frown slightly to myself. This was going to be fucking troublesome.

I turned my body back around and snatched the cold steel chair up. I bring it right in front of the man, slam it down unto the floor, sit down and stared hard right into his eyes.

"Your name is Sasuke Uchiha and you are a traitor to this village, which is why you are here. Your folder that lies on my lap contains information of the deeds you have committed against the village. Shall I name a few? ... You know what? Never mind that question. You already know what the fuck you did, so why bother? You're a child to me, and therefore I will treat you as such. Since you're a child, I will just kindly tell you to just shut the fuck up like you been doing like a good little boy, and listen to the grown up in the room talk."

A right eyebrow slightly twitched.

I began to chuckle, "Listening? Good. First off, you accomplished absolutely fucking nothing in your so called quest of revenge. Your brother's dead, your family is still dead, Naruto and the village is not. No one gives a rats' ass anymore about you or your clan, and quite frankly I wish you were just dead. But everyone can't have what they want, and you would know that the most right Sasuke?"

A trembling hand began to clinch.

Now for the real bait.

I tsked, "Your nothing but a sad excuse of what Itachi had hoped you would become. I wouldn't be surprised if he's rotting in his grave right now because of the shit you've done. I think Itachi did a favor by wiping most of the uchi-"

-BAM!

Glass from the wall shattered around my back as I came crashing into it. I could feel small pieces of the glass embed into parts of my skin. The pain of the gashes that was littering my back made my eyes begin to blink rapidly. I faintly could hear feet urgently rushing towards the door to the room. I glance up to see glassy eyes staring right upon me. They shined so bright in the dim light of the bulb overhead that it made it seem as if tears were almost breaking free.

I could do nothing but smirk.

The Uchiha glared down at me with blood dripping down from his eyes. He must have been trying to activate his blocked sharigan with considerable amount of force. I could see before my very eyes a man that could easily kill me if he wasn't restrained with binds. The funny thing was I didn't fear him at all. But a shiver raced down my spine as his voice began to fill the room.

"You know nothing. Will never know anything, and will never understand the pain I have felt. You live like this room, a small content quaint life. I live like the glass on the floor, perfect but so easy to shatter yet still sharp enough to kill."

I briefly closed my eyes trying to picture what he was explaining to me, but only red spots splattered my eyelids instead of pictures. I could only think of one word to say before Naruto burst into the room with a frantic look.

"Maybe"