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Uchiha Itachi [Part 05]
Itachi was 15 when he got his first real job, hired by some rich guy's associate along with a couple of others into a cleaning job. Five days a week he would clean their giant house while the others gardened and cooked, making this guy's life easier which he actually never saw. Must have been more than trusting it he was going to let a bunch of illegal immigrants freely roam around his place with open access to anything they might have wanted to grab. Some tried and got fired, Itachi was not stupid enough to take from the hand that fed him but his curiosity on who this person was started to grow over time. A quick peek here, most of the stuff was left out in the open so he did not really mean to pry, the first glimpse of the person... well people, that hired him came in the form of a photo with the two of them together. They were Japanese too.

That stupid story that his mother had told him slowly started to creep back into his head about the ones over in America that made it, chuckling inwardly at his own naiveness of thinking that he would actually come across them, let alone be working for them. How much of the worlds population was Asian? A hell of a lot so no, there was no chance that he would ever stumble across them. Or so he thought. It was an accident that he knocked the paperwork onto the ground, caught up in his own thoughts not paying attention to what he was doing scattering everything over the ground. Quickly he tried to put everything back into how he found it when one word caught his attention, dropping the papers again. Uchiha. That name was right there in front of him along with a lot of other words he didn't understand but it was clearly Uchiha. He could read his own surname. At first, he thought it was something about him, looking around to make sure no one was watching him while he scanned back over them. Maybe it was something about his brother, this could have been what he needed to find him.

Madara...? That was not someone he knew. His mother never gave away the first names of those in the family.

His interested were piqued more than ever now. It was completely stupid to do this, this could get him fired or worse, deported but he craved to find out more. From time to time he seen them around the house, hiding behind walls peeking around to watch them, observing, listening out for anything that gave him an indication on who they were. But what it they were? He couldn't just very well go up to them and say hi, I might be related to you because why would they care? More so, he couldn't confide in them anyway. It was some pointless dream that had long since changed over the course of the years to now just wanting to be part of something, not have to live with the fear of being sent back without his brother, to end up dead in an alleyway. He just wanted to belong somewhere.

Finally he did slip up, confronted not by one but both of them to why he was snooping around the place. Looks like he was being watched after all. It was the end of the line for him now, there was only one place he was going and that was back to Japan, not in it for sympathy or anything else but years of running, being forced into living like a dog, it all got the better of him and he told them everything. It didn't matter anyway, America wasn't his home after all. Itachi was just a simple kid from a fishing village that was never meant to amount to anything. There was only one thing left to do and that was to wait for some officer to come knocking on the door once again to chase them all out once again to be back on the run except that time didn't come. What he was told next did not sink in for a good couple of hours.