A/N: if I spelt anything wrong, I apologise. Its part of a random theme I randomly chose. There's song fics too, but the little Akatsuki members were inspired by a picture I saw on deviant art but now I dunno if I got the right idea...
Itachi's POV: The Uchiha Kid (it's all the same)
"Nii-san? Are you okay?" My little brother looked at my face, and he saw the hardened hatred for our clan. Even he knew that the Uchiha prodigy was getting sick of always being known as the Uchiha kid. One day, when I was gone, he'd be that too. And I knew I'd be gone soon. After all I had to kill my best friend to gain the Myakugou Sharingan. Madara Uchiha had presented himself to me, saying it was time someone defied the family. Sadly, I was that someone. The only place to go after that was to the Akatsuki, where only the most serious killers and S-ranked criminals ended up. I would have to be a missing nin, serial killer and myself to gain a spot in the infamous gang of criminals. "Nii-san? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Sasuke. What's wrong?" I forced myself to grin, just so my adored little brother didn't worry. Older siblings don't usually care about the younger siblings but I was going to hurt the young ninja badly when I betrayed the family. A knocking on our door came and I ignored it. It was only one of the Anbu. I knew I'd be sent out on a mission if I answered. "I asked you a question."
"I asked if you'd teach me more about the shuriken. It's been ages since we have done anything with them! Please?" I shook my head.
"Some other time Sasuke. Why don't you ask Dad to teach you more fire skills?"
"It's always the same. Not now Sasuke. I'm busy Sasuke. Don't annoy me Sasuke."
"This time it was some other time Sasuke."
"It's all the same! You hate me!"
"I'm leaving."
"Go ahead! I don't care. I'm always alone when I'm with you anyway. You say you're leaving but you always come back!" I watched as he yelled at me, curiosity written on my face.
"If I'm with you, how can you be alone?"
"Because you always ignore me! You don't say anything and I miss the old Itachi! The one that'd still teach me things. The one that would give me piggybacks! I miss him!" I saw the tears rolling down his cheeks and felt guilty. "I want him back!"
"You're weak. Grow up a bit. That's what I did."
"If growing up means leaving behind people I love than I never want to grow up!" His anger was written in every line of his frown. It was really sick that I was doing this to him. "Please... I want the old Itachi..."
"Maybe some other time Sasuke. I'm busy." And with that last line I left the crying boy in the room, going to welcome the insistent Anbu in. "Sorry sir. My brother was wasting my time... as usual."
My eight year-old brother was now sixteen, and I was in his mercy. I wanted to die, as an apology for what I did to our clan. And it had to be by his hand. I laughed in his face as I sat on the 'throne' in the Uchiha's house.
"What do you see now, foolish little brother?"
"I see you, dead."
And with that, we fought, I fell and I apologised.