DISCLAIMER: I do not own Itachi or anything else from Naruto… that's all I have to say

Name: Perfectly horrible

Summary Details: Itachi confronts his worst nightmare (who knew he had one)

Warnings: A perfect Marysue, implied Clown killing, and by the end of this you will most likely HATE the word "perfect".

Author's Note: I have to thank O.bi.Sess for this one; well really I have to thankhim/her for almost all of these. I had been wanting to write these for a while but I didn't have any good ideas until I read her fanfic Imperfect Perfection

So thanks a ton O.bi.Sess!

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There isn't anything in this world that can make Uchiha Itachi scream; well except for a clown when he was 4 but that was taken care of once he gained the Sharingan… but let's not go there shall we.

So like I was saying there isn't anything alive that has ever caused this cold blooded killer to utter a cry.

That was until she came into him life…

Now you'd think that a 5 ft 5 in 18 year old with perfect golden locks of hair and just simply heavenly deep blue eyes would be the last thing in the world that would make the Uchiha worries, but she wasn't.

It had all started the day they met, oh yes that fateful day:

"Hello Itachi-kun"

The older teen looked up to see a girl standing in his room her perfect outfit showing nothing yet everything (I love that, it makes no sense yet all the sense in the world). She was standing in a perfectly seductive manner with out even meaning to. Smiling a perfectly wonderful smile.

All this perfectness was making Itachi sick.

"What?" he asked not batting an eye. The girl slightly frowned a perfect little frown but then smiled again slightly showing her perfect set of perfectly white teeth.

"I have come to marry you and have perfect little Uchiha's with you" she said with a just perfect voice.

Itachi stood slightly disturbed at this "I don't think so" he told her plainly.

She walked over to him gracefully and leaned on him strong chest.

"Oh but I do"

"Well I don't"

"But I do"

"Get off of me"

"But…"

"Get" with that he shoved her off him. She fell back perfectly gracefully with her perfect gold hair flowing behind her then falling perfectly into place, perfectly.

I have one word for that… creepy.

"Fine play hard to get I don't mind Itachi-kun" she said waling out flicking a strand of her perfect gold hair behind her shoulder. To show that she was slightly annoyed

Itachi thought, and slightly hoped that was the end of this perfect nightmare… but I'm sorry to tell him that it wasn't… then again, I think I'll just let him figure it out him self (this makes my job easier).

"Itachi-kun?" the boy woke up with a start his red eyes meeting blue one's in the dark, how she had gotten in to his room with out his ninja senses knowing is beyond me but there she stood over him.

"Get out"

"But Honey Bun" she cooed as she crawled toward him.

Ok let's just say the Honey Bun did it. No one calls the great Itachi killer of his clan Honey Bun, no one. Standing up with red eyes blazing he snarled.

"Get out."

"No" she pouted perfectly.

Pulling out of knife he threw it at her perfectly formed chest with amazing speed that only the great Uchiha possessed. But this girl caught it with just as amazing speed a perfect little smile coming over her perfect little lips.

Itachi not to show his slight surprise he was WAY to annoyed with this girl to be surprised. Deciding he was going to end this quickly, he did every hand seal and every move he knew at the girl.

No person not even the devil would be able to live through that.

Sadly for our favorite Uchiha (sorry Sasuke) this girl had beaten even the devil.

As she smoked cleared and Itachi allowed himself a small smile of satisfaction. But his happiness soon faded with the smoke as he saw that, that girl was standing there unfazed her body, hair, and clothes where all in perfect order. She looked at him with those perfect blue eyes and smiled a perfect smile.

And for the second time in his life Itachi screamed;

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