Author's note: Behold! My first-ever drabble! Exactly 100 words :) Lemme know how I do.
This might become a drabble series if I write more.
Disclaimer: Masashi Kishimoto owns Itachi; I don't (sadly). I make no profit from this fanfiction.
Genius.
The word followed him.
He heard it spoken everywhere he went, flying from the lips of fellow shinobi and civilians alike. And whenever he heard it, it burrowed deep in his mind, planting itself like a seed and infecting the surrounding thoughts until it corrupted every waking notion in his head.
Genius.
The word had condemned him, shackled him to an unshakable and undeterrable fate. It was a reminder of how very precariously he was balanced, how thin the line was on which he was walking.
Even at a young age, Itachi knew.
His genius would be his downfall.