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SHISUI APP [part four]
The first weeks were just as they had promised. He wasn't sent to a fancy American school, but he was given a private tutor, a nice house, good food and everybody was so polite. There were always pictures being taken of him, which he was told was for the sponsors, so he had come to accept it, though he didn't like it. After the first month, the men taking the photos of him began to get pushy, they stopped just standing in the back and snapping photos, often grabbing him and forcing him to pose a certain way, which initially he remained silent for, because it was so unexpected, so hard to make sense of. But when he finally felt the line was crossed was when the man he had so trusted to be his teacher and mentor not only walked in on him in the shower, but decided he was in all rights to touch and caress the young Shisui. That's when he finally snapped back, biting the hand that feeds quite literally.

It goes without saying that his quality of life drastically fell after that.

While being beaten for biting his "owner," Shisui learned by a man he'd never seen before that he had been sold to a private collector, and he was property now, and it was his job to shut up and be a good plaything. Why didn't he realize this sooner. This was the catch, this was the big mistake both he and his parents failed to realize. Now fourteen, away from home, and at the mercy of sick men who wanted only to get their jollies off to some sick teacher/fantasy scenario, Shisui was lost. And like any scared creature backed into a corner, he lashed out. And well, nobody likes a wild animal as a pet. After being sold from "trainer to trainer," Shisui was at the bottom on his chance well. It had been almost a year since he had left home, and he kept time religiously, using his sharp observation skills to take in all hints that he could as to where he was going, who he was with. He had nothing else to live for, so why not give his mind something to do? And for a while, he was content to fall into this, just go numb to it, move to a new city, get a new owner, fuss at them, get hit, rinse the blood off and repeat. And he would have just gone entirely numb to it all, if not for the next incident in his life.

He'd known Sasuke Uchiha, of course, by being friends with Itachi. While he was never close to Sasuke, he always respected him, and loved him in the way anybody loves a cousin you see almost every day in passing. It was such an ordinary thing to see Itachi's little brother, wave at him, and then go on with big kid business. But this time when he saw Sasuke, it was as if he could see his entire home, everybody he cared about and loved, he could see his parents, Itachi, even smell the awful but familiar stench of the wharf after the fishermen came in with their daily catch, and a flurry of gutting and skinning took place for the wives who would come make their purchases for that night's dinner. On instinct, he called out Sasuke's name and rushed toward him, which was unfortunately, the one thing he absolutely did not want to do. It wasn't a beating that took place after that for stepping out of line, no, it was something far worse. Once he realized the gravity of the situation, the reality that if he was in a situation where he was forced into sex, then Sasuke... Sasuke was too, wasn't he? And Itachi... where was Itachi?