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Part II
Shortly after he turned 17, he was able to slip away in the night and into countryside he had lived in for years but had hardly seen. By then, the Uchiha massacre was a far away and long gone issue-no one where he was knew who or what that was.

It would make sense to him as to why in the coming days when he learned that he was in Italy-of course no one would know what he was going on about. Feeling the point was moot anyway, since his family was long gone, Itachi settled in a city and, with odd jobs backing him, put himself through college as quickly as he could manage. He CLEP'd out of what he could took what he couldn't. Literature was his predominant focus but he found that his skills at the piano were not terrible and fell quite easily into music as well.

He stuck to himself during college-not having the social skills to blend or the taste or trust for friendship that he might once have had. That isn't to say that he didn't sometimes mingle-he is and was a young man at the time, and young men tend to do what young men are want to do-but, for the most part, he stayed to himself.

At 24, after several years of hard work and over burdening course loads, Itachi graduated and found that he'd learned as much as he cared to from institutions. Italy held little more for him and he began to send out resumes for teaching positions.

He took the first job that accepted him and headed off toward places he had not seen in many, many, many years.



Personality/Likes & Dislikes:
With having had his nose stuck in a book in his early years and his person literally secluded from the outside world, it's easy to say that Uchiha Itachi is a man defined by the word 'aloof.' It isn't that he doesn't know how to deal with people-he simply has no interest or need for them. This may make him come off as a bit of a jerk but there's not even an ounce of snobbery in him-He's just curt with people to get them to leave him alone.

Itachi is a very bright, patient, and tolerant man-which lends heavily to his teaching-but does tend to get a bit snippish if forced to listen to a lot of chatter. For most of his life, his world has been very quiet. And he likes to keep it that way.

Music is, perhaps, the only rule breaker when applied to all things Itachi. He will endure, quite happily, the company of any one playing music and, if he finds a particular style pleasing enough, will even seek out that person for company if he can listen some more. He is a lover of most any kind of music and any sort of intstrument (from the complicated human voice to the simplistic, ritualized beating of drums).

Literature, his second love, follows a close second to the melody of music. It was one of the few things he was allowed in his seclusion and he finds comfort in oh so many dog eared, yellowed pages.

That being said, when those rule breakers come into play, Itachi is a very passionate man.

He does have a sense of humor, but it is usually very dry and often only amusing to himself.

But that is all outward, all visible to the people around him. One can easily understand what being spoken to curtly means or see the reverie in another person when they are hearing something lovely. But it is the things below the surface of Uchiha Itachi that really make him who he is.

Brilliant or not, Itachi is haunted. Nightmares of his parent's and brother's death find him often-reliving one, imagining the other-and leave him to wake, alone and drenched in cold sweat, in the night. He has long since accepted their deaths and, on the surface, has appeared to have moved on. He has long since escaped captors-whom Itachi never turned in because, once his blood family was gone, they became, in a gruesome way, his replacement family-and does not speak of them.

He would rather his past lay quietly in its grave, hidden in the garden he buried it in.

But he's never gotten away from any of it completely and uses his classes, his work, his publications to keep his mind constantly busy and off of the pain and his constant (and, on his part, misunderstood) loneliness.