"What's she done to herself?" Sirius whispered quite loudly. There was a slight scuffle and some mumbles as I squinted, trying to make out their shapes and turn towards them."Um, are these yours?" Potter said uncertainly, after a few moments. "If you're talking about the embarrassingly thick, probably broken glasses on the floor, then yes. And…I can't see without them," I babbled.

"Why do you hate me so much, Chiaki?" "Because you're perfect, Uchiha, and I hate perfect people." "That's a bit unfair for me, you know. I might be imperfect. You don't know anything about me, really." "I hate you. That's all I need to know." But hate breeds passion, and passion breeds grief. And because Fate is cruel. ItachixOC