Five years old. He doesn't understand why Mommy is so mad all the time, or why she pushes him away when he tries to hold the baby. The sweet little baby, who reaches out to him and giggles and smiles, the baby who doesn't laugh at him or call him names. He can't remember the baby's name, he hasn't known him long enough, but that doesn't matter. "My... bay... be... my... bruh... ther..." "No, Itachi, don't touch. You'll drop him."

Thirteen years old. He used to be friends with a girl named Izumi, who helped him with reading and all the other things he didn't understand. She was so nice to him at first, telling him stories and hugging him when he got upset and cried. But then she just... left. He saw her in the cafeteria and walked over to her one day, but she looked away. Maybe she didn't see him? "Zu... mii...? I... miss... you..." Her friends laughed, and even though he hadn't heard the joke, he laughed too. Izumi glared at the table. "Go away, you retard," she hissed angrily. "Can't you see you're embarrassing me?" He left then, but he still called to her and waved when he saw her in the halls. "My... fren..." He would say to anyone with him. "Zu... miii... my... fren..."

Eighteen years old. He was allowed to go to his school's graduation ceremony, even though he wasn't sure what a "graduation" was, and his teacher said he hadn't done it anyway. "But you can see your friend graduate, won't that be fun?" "Yeh!" He clapped when Izumi walked across the stage, and ran up to her afterwards. "Guh... job... Zu... mii!" She rolled her eyes and patted his head. "You too, Itachi." "I... not... grah... jate..." "No shit, Sherlock," someone muttered, but Izumi hushed them. She looked like she was about to say something, then shook her head. "Bye, then." Itachi waved as she walked away.

A/N: Decided to end the story with a couple flashbacks instead of killing anyone.