• This story goes along with my art arena picture:
    http://www.gaiaonline.com/arena/art/comics/vote/?entry_id=101152129#title


    In the dark of night, a night that nothing could seem to go bad on... something BAD happened.

    "NO! Itachi-sa--"
    SLASH RIP MUNCH MUNCH
    "AAAAAHH!!!!!!!!!!"
    BOOSH RIP SLASH RIP MUNCH BURP
    Drip, drip went the soy sauce from a digested riceball. (in THIS world, riceballz bleed soy sauce and death means digested biggrin )

    Itachi Uchiha was the ultimate riceball. His rice was perfectly white, perfectly in place, not a grain out of order. He was also the best smelling and roundest. Everyone loved and adored him... yet the one who admired him most was Sasuke, the smaller serving. He had exceptionally white rice, grains in place, and was good smelling, but not enough to match his tasty succulent brother... who he soon realized WASN'T as tasty and succulent as he thought...

    The digested of the Uchiha clan lay on the soy sauce-soaked grounds. Digested riceballs lay all around the Uchiha dwellings. Moonlight coated this tragic event...

    "Itachi! What have you done?" sobbed Sasuke.
    Moisture rolled off his ricey body.
    "Why brother WHY?" he wimpered.
    "BURPLES." went Itachi. "Well... I was hungry." he said emotionlessly. He disappeared, leaving Sasuke emotionally scarred... and with a strong intent to kill his brother.

    --A FEW YEARS LATERZZZ...--

    Itachi grabbed his little brother by his well rounded neck.
    "You cannot digest me..." he whispered to him.
    "Erg..." Sasuke struggled.
    "You cannot kill me... because you lack... KETCHUP." he smirked.
    Sasuke passed out on the floor, wishing that he DID have some ketchup to pour on his succulent brother, cuz ketchup tastes good on riceballs. biggrin

    THE END!