AN: Thank you my dear minions... Readers! Readers! For following my story and adding it to favorite and adding it to a community (I never really thought my story would be put in a community. I somehow feel like a responsible member of the fanfic society) Here is the much awaited second chapter.

My name is Uchiha Sasuke. After spending five years in the hell that is Konoha I have only one goal: to destroy the plot. But to do that I can't the Uchiha Sasuke of the canon. To honor all the self inserts I must be someone else. I must be something else...

Rise of The bane of the Uchihas!

I blame the current scenario on my current dad. And on my boredom.

After being tricked into revealing my IQ by my parents I decided to take a page out of the clan of lazy geniuses and decided to become one of them. I was happily taking a nap...err ... I mean cloud gazing... no... pondering over my choices in life, when my father decided that I should be trained like all the other Uchihas.

I hated it. The entire process of waking up and putting in effort to actually go through the torture called katas and sparring is just too... troublesome. Why the hell wasn't I a Nara? Why was The Force not with me?

Ah shucks... In any case I had about two years before I completely lost it so I decided to make the best of it. I decided to prank my clan.

It started off with subtle things - itching powder in dad's underwear, switching sugar with salt, adding too much chili in food, to dyeing the clothes hot pink and neon green, unleashing weird insects on people.

But as all good things must come to an end, I had to give up on pranks. I was caught by my father while I was in the middle of attempting to show the Uchiha's my version of art, un.

He started lecturing me on the greatness of all things Uchihas and how we shit rainbows and our clan is greatest thing since sliced bread, because we have the all copying eyes and whatnot. I could not tolerate the our-eyes-are-great-lecture for one more second after that, and that lead to the current scenario.

*Crash*

OUCH!

I winced as I bumped into another wall again.

"Otouto, what are you doing?" I could hear Itachi the great's voice from somewhere by my side.

"Itachi sama, I am protecting the eyes!" I replied excitedly. Yes Itachi sama, there was no way I was not calling Itachi anything other than Itachi sama after what he had done for his village. It was either that or Itachi-kun and I didn't think he would appreciate me calling him Itachi kun.

"Why?"

"Fugaku-tousan said that our eyes are our precious. We must protect the precious..." I hissed.

Either my brother got his answer or he got creeped out by me. I could hear him leaving. I might have blamed the blindfold on not being able to understand my brother's reaction, but I knew that even without that his expressions were undecipherable. Walls have better responses. I wonder if there is some secret Uchiha training for deadpan expressions and grunts.

On a side note the most adorable forehead poke still happens, almost everyday.

I got bored of walking blindfolded. I think my parents have come up with this technique where they let me do my weird thing for a while and I get bored and drop it after sometime. Although I did stop walking blindfolded I had moved on to something different... Something far more sinister and far more dangerous...

~Cue evil laughter~

~Mmmmwwwahahahahaha!~