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"Tch." Itachi knew for a fact he didn't have the name but he was a lot less interested in it now. Cellphones. How disrespectful.

It upset him, often, when he caught his students texting in class. And this little smartass punk, who'd been offensive to him, waltzed in here asking for an apology he didn't deserve and had the balls to text while he did it?

Rediculous.

Itachi simply looked at him, watching that cell phone with an expression that no longer yelled irritated amusement. Rather, Itachi looked bored. He was bored. He'd met a thousand kids like this one-whose educations were pointless in the long run. Kids who would go back to working fast food once they flunked out of school.

Too much sex, too many drugs, too much ego.

At least, Itachi assumed that at first glance.

But there was something about the young man's nose Itachi suddenly thought was very familiar. He'd seen it somewhere. Something about the shape and the size correlation between its with and the owners eyes. And his name, once again, became interesting.

"I forget easily." It was a lie. "Humor me and tell me again. You aren't wasting more of my precious time than I am willing to give."