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"'Kuso…" I mumbled as I walked through the Uchiha compound. Many previously smiling faces now have a look of uncertainty…I can feel the smirk slide across my face. Although brief, these visages of faithlessness embolden me. I had hoped that the news might make them less haughty, but alas it was not to be.

Recently I've come upon a remarkable ability, but the cost is very high. I'm uncertain as to where I should ignore my growing hunger for power, claim it but never use it, excluding missions, or go through my original plan. Che…who am I trying to fool? I know once I attained it I would use it.

Those smiling faces now, smiling although strained…it pleases me to know that I inspire such confusion among these pompous fools. I wonder what Kakashi would say if he knew what I was contemplating.

Finally I'm out of this damn compound. I need to find someplace to regain my sanity…what little there is left to regain. I head towards the Hokage monument. Yondaime-sama was a fool, who would be willing sacrifice their entire existence to save this pathetic village.

Uzumaki Naruto… it's ironic. The very thing that saved the villagers is now hated by them. I suddenly have to stifle a laugh; that very thought nearly breaks my mask of stoicism. I believe that the average IQ of these villagers is well below that of a normal human being. How could one be intelligent and blame the Kyubi's attack on this brat. The only reason I don't like him is because he's too damn loud for his own good. I notice the setting of the sun…meaning my free time is now over.

I return home to a "loving" father. Hmmm…I wonder if he will be making any more decisions for me. Damn him. Always "for the clan"…fuck this conceited idiotic clan. It only holds back my true potential.

It's late at night when mother, father, and I begin to talk about the Uchiha meeting tomorrow. There he rambles again; all he cares about is his damn clan. He never cares about me. Hell he doesn't care for anything besides that advancement of this clan. Maybe I should not have been born first….maybe I shouldn't have been born in the great shinobi war…maybe I should have denied the invitation that changed me.

Before I was kind and nice, but thus is the disillusionment that follows when one grows far too quickly. Graduated from the academy in a year, Chuunin followed quickly, now Anbu.

Father pressuring me and making my decisions for me…Grisly Anbu missions that eat my miniscule sanity…idiots not caring about my own ambitions…my own dreams…Sasuke wanting lessons…I cannot take it. I wonder…can you be insane if you are sane enough to realize it? I assume so…since contemplating the murder of one's clan is not defined as "normal".

So for this…I am sorry Shisui.