Oh dear.

You are a member of the Akatsuki, but you were a little sick in the head. 90% of the time, you were perfectly clam and normal. Though, the other 10% you were extremely violent and out of control. You would even kill a comrade. So, that's why, when Itachi found you standing on top of a table, your bloodshot eyes flickering around the room frantically, he was rightfully startled.

Itachi paused in the doorway, watching your movements with subdued interest. He had seen you act this way in battle, but never just randomly. He wasn't concerned. No, rather it was a morbid curiosity that fueled him to ask what you were doing at all.

"Why are you on the table?" Itachi asked in his usual, stoic voice. He didn't move from where he stood, simply observing you for weakness. It wasn't his problem whether you were manic or not.