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SHISUI APP [part six]
And he did. The night he broke out he paid one more visit to Itachi, even if it was a risk to his plan. He promised him he'd come back for him, and told him he was breaking out that night. Even though Itachi was never really one for physical affection, Shisui did hug him that night. And then he was gone, slipping out into the night where he ran for miles, collapsing several times, spraining his ankle, and stepping barefoot into glass and rocks, he didn't stop. Not until he was safe inside a police station, yelling at them in broken Japanese what he'd just been through. Of course a small town police station wouldn't be equipped with translators from over the globe, and the number one priority was getting Shisui's wounds tended to. At the hospital, a translator was finally given to him, and he told his story, down to every last detail he recalled about the locations he'd been forced to. It didn't take long for child services to jump on it, and the operation was raided, and Shisui immediately ran into the fray to find Itachi, unaware that when it was discovered that a boy had run off, they had informed all the kids that Shisui was killed for running off, telling a violent story on how they captured and tortured him, making an example of him in case anybody had known of his escape. Unfortunately, the only one who knew was the only one Shisui wanted to go back for, and in the confusion Itachi ran entirely in the opposite direction.

Shisui was faced to realize a horrible conclusion. Itachi was either moved away, or... without Shisui there to protect him for so many days, did they... kill him? It was the worst possible outcome, and it changed Shisui's outlook on life, making him distance himself from everything, never really showing attachments to anything. He was adopted shortly after the raid, taken in by a foster family who pitied him. He had lied, said he didn't remember his last name, couldn't remember the names of his parents. Told the foster workers he had always been with those bad men. He didn't want his true mother and father to know about what they had willingly sent their son into, and with the cease in funds to them, maybe they would just think Shisui had died and leave it at that. He didn't mind if he was labeled a dead man. At this point in his life, he knew he could never face his parents again anyway. Not after what he had seen, what he had been forced to do.

The Connolly family were like every stereotypical Irish family, hardcore Catholic and loved children. As such, Shisui spent the rest of his teenage years and into early adulthood with this family, helping to care for the children they continued to take on though they were already financially stressed. But he never fully trusted these people, even though they took them in from the goodness of their heart, his anxieties and fear of trusting from past incidents kept him from ever seeing them as more than simple caretakers, like teachers who you respect but never feel anything for. He was sent to a public school and of course excelled in his studies once he got English down, liking best to work in mathematics and science. After graduation came and went, Shisui remained at home, getting part-time jobs for a handful of years so that he could save up money to leave, to stop burdening this family. But where would he go? It was a hard choice to make, he didn't have any family to run to, and certainly couldn't just up and go back home to Japan. He was at a loss on what to do, where to go, only knowing that he needed to go, and his days to choose were running short.