Evil
Itachi ran into his room, slamming the door, and then punching it several times.
"AHHHH!" he screamed, tears pouring down his face. "Why does nobody fucking get it? I don't CARE that I'm failing school! I don't CARE that my parents told me to clean my room! I don't GIVE A FUCKING SHIT about ANYONE! I don't CARE! I don't care about anything… I should have feelings, but I don't. I just don't. And everyone is just going to have to get over that." Sighing, he flopped onto his bed, energy spent on ranting. Closing his eyes, he soon drifted off into a deep sleep. When he opened his eyes, someone was screaming. His mother?
"It's happening! Get me to the hospital!!" She screamed. Oh. So she must be having Sasuke. Joy. Itachi told himself. Though, in truth, he really wanted Sasuke to be born so he would finally start to have feelings. But at the hospital he was disappointed. The idiotic baby was just as annoying as everyone else in the world. Winy and inconsiderate and ugly and stupid. When he held him in his arms the first thing he did was poke him in the forehead with two fingers and said,
"I'm going to have fun torturing you."