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Uchiha Itachi [Part 04]
All different races and cultures thrown together without so much of a chance to communicate with each other, different languages that spoke except for some of the older ones that had picked up English either along the way or were taught prior to arrival. Those ones Itachi learned were the nicer ones of the group, the mother hens that looked out for them. The first words of English that he had learned were the racial retorts thrown at him, associating them with hateful intentions when they were yelled at him. Those words he knew how to avoid. Quietly at night he listened to the others talking detecting and learning all that he could as he was not going to live this life forever, idly dreaming to escape from this nightmare and find his brother but where would they go? Under all circumstances, he had felt betrayed by the mother and father that he loved and vowed never to return to them or to Japan. In his mind, they had both died the day they sent them away.

Then came the hope that they were all wishing for. Itachi was 14 when they came, yelling and screaming at the men who held them captive, pointing weapons at them sending the place into chaos. Everyone was fleeting trying to get away from both of them, one of the others explaining to them that they were some kind of military force here and that if they were captured then they would send them back home. Most of them relished the idea of being returned to the land they were taken from but Itachi was not at all wanting it to go that way. There was a handful of them that managed to escape from the commotion and make a break for freedom, sticking together on the run until one by one they separated to find their own way until Itachi was left on his own. He continued to move upwards from city to city, sneaking rides searching for any signs of his brother without any real confirmation of if he was even alive. He was just blindly wandering unsure of what he was looking for anymore, lost, alone, unknowing of anything around him. Even though he was confined to that place, at least they had provided them with the minimal conditions needed to successfully function.

Everything seemed to go by as if he was running in auto pilot, somehow ending up in Reno confronted by some unsavory people who did not like where he had chosen to settle down for sleep one night. They taunted him about his feminine looks, the long hair that had not been cut for so long confusing them at first thinking that he was a girl and not at all happy when they found out that he was not. Those racial comments were yelled at him again that clicked him back to those men, knowing that whatever he had done wrong had made them react badly to him, trying to run but he was weak from living off whatever nutrition he could salvage from the most unsavory places since living on the run. Itachi had no idea that they were going to kill him, even stood still thinking it would be the same as before, they would get it over and done with and then leave him alone but these guys were not trying to keep the investment running, they were happy just to leave him dead in an alley.

Time lost once again, waking up being watched over by what was one of the familiar faces from before. One of the older girls they had ran with had found their way there and met up with some others that she knew. It was just his luck that they were able to save him from his impending doom. She explained to him about their role in this place, the work that was available for him, helping him to recover from injuries helping him progress further in picking up the native language that he was going to need. People would easily hire under the table when they knew they could get them cheap, this time it would be money that they would be able to keep for themselves to start forging a real life where they could become self sufficient. Reno looked to be the place he was destined to stay in, to start making a life for himself. With the help of herself and others, Itachi studied hard with what little resources they had to become proficient enough in English to get him into the work place, with more than enough skills to communicate with people verbally and just enough written to understand the more important things that an employer would be asking for.