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Name: Shisui Connolly (Uchiha)
Age: 23
Sexuality: Asexual, doesn't want sex, doesn't get crushes on people, doesn't even find people to be attractive. You're all disgusting.
Role in company: JANITOR haha.
PB: Nao



Background History: In a rural and poor fishing village, it's hard to imagine any sort of extraordinary intelligence would develop. From humble beginnings come humble ends, or something along those lines. Shisui is a classic case of someone who was born into the wrong world, born at the wrong time. From his first months on this Earth, his mother noticed little things about him that seemed to be out of sorts. Most of which she ignored, Shisui was her first and only child, and she of course didn't have experience on the matter. But even poor kids liked to play, so when Shisui was old enough to go to the small local school, his mother finally noticed something she couldn't ignore. Shisui didn't make friends. He didn't even try. Even though conditions were poor, friendships were imperative to finding some sort of joy, right? But that was the thing, Shisui never seemed to mind not having any mates to play with. His first years of public school were humbly spent in the back of classrooms, or in that comfortable little nook right by the water fountain outside, where nobody would ever think to look twice at him.

That was always how he preferred it, quietly studying what little books were available to him in his little corner. Shisui had a desire to learn more about the world, about the ocean, about the fish his father brought home. Where as most kids would be more interested in playing, even at age four, Shisui was more interested in finding ways to make his father's fishing business more efficient, and thus more lucrative. Which his father loved, convinced one day his son would be the best fisherman this village ever had. So he had aspired to become that, and further isolated himself from his peers, in his third year of school and still sticking to his corner of the small playground, alone of course.

Or at least, he had thought he would be alone. At the start of his third year, he was met with an unfamiliar face of a much younger kid huddling in his prized corner. His initial reaction was to ask them to leave, but why? Going to sit next to the kid, he stated it was his corner but he would be willing to share, because there was plenty of room, and well, he would just quietly sit and study. And the new kid seemed to accept this, and for a whole month they sat in the silence of each other's company, content to simply do the nod and acknowledge before minding their own business each day before school, during recess, and after school. And it was a harmonious relationship until of course that one fateful day when the poor kid was without a lunch at all, maybe a hard week on his parents, or maybe just a harder life than what Shisui had. For the first time since the initial meeting, Shisui spoke up to the younger kid, offering him his entire lunch. When the offer was refused, he offered less and less until it was exactly half, then the kid agreed. For the rest of the week he shared exactly half of his lunch, of course giving the kid the larger portion. At the end of the week, it seemed he made a friend, and the kid introduced himself as Itachi. From that day on, Itachi became his little corner buddy.

And it progressed from there, into something of a friendship, and the first real friendship Shisui'd ever had. He of course told his mother, who knew Itachi's mother, and then the two of them became close, since apparently they both had sons who were loners and could relate on that. Though Shisui and Itachi were both from the same family lineage, their exact relation to each other is pretty unclear. Shisui's mother always told him Itachi was his cousin, so he assumed that to be the truth. But he really didn't care about his blood ties to Itachi, he just really enjoyed having someone like-minded to spend his time with. He showed Itachi all sorts of things he'd learned, even going as far as to bring a dead fish to school and teach him the proper way to gut and fillet it during recess. It took time for him to really open up to Itachi, but the more time he spent with him, the more he became protective of the younger boy. Especially since he had no younger brother of his own to nurture and teach, so Itachi really became someone of importance to him, and Shisui always tried to be useful for Itachi, and find ways to entertain the boy. Like this, he was happy. He was entirely content to spend the rest of his young life this way.

But then they came, the men in nice suits with cell phones and sunglasses. Shisui would have ignored these men as they strolled into town, except for the fact that when he went home that night, there they were. Hearing through the school records on which students excelled the most, they claimed to be from an American school, one that charitably took the brightest minds from poor communities, running off sponsors for the children and whatever wasn't spent or was left over would go back to the parents, so they could continue to prosperously live. Of course they had their suspicions, who wouldn't? And Shisui was their only child, so of course they didn't want to let him go so easily. But as is the case with all small towns, gossip spread, and the elders and other parents began to encourage Shisui's parents heavily. They'd heard of things like this before, of rich Americans who came over and pitied the poor Japanese kids, looking for some sort of redemption for what their grandfathers did to Japanese women in World War II, and etc. And it seemed so easily to believe these men cared about Shisui's well-being, as in the week it took for them to convince the parents, they'd brought him new clothes, new books, fresh paper and pencils... everything a young boy eager to learn would need. Like poor unsuspecting moths to a flame, Shisui's parents fell victim to the charms of fast-talking pitchmen.

Shisui's feelings, however, were eerily neutral. He had never really fit in here, but things had been looking up for him since he met Itachi, and he had always been so sure he would grow up here, work here, and die here in this small fishing village. So going somewhere else kind of didn't register with him, like it was some sort of dream world he was being sent to, and there was no way anywhere outside the walls he knew existed. There was a difference between seeing the United States on a map, then hearing you would be going there in just a week. It just didn't settle. He went to school as usual on his last day in Japan, saw Itachi, shared his lunch, talked about the usual things... but then when it came time for school to end, he had to tell Itachi the news. He was going to America, to learn in an American school what those men in suits said he could never learn here. For the first time since those men came, Shisui felt fear. A real and true fear, because who were these people anyway? They came and made promise after promise, and though Shisui had grown up in a village where people were honest and good to each other, the American's weren't like them. They were... well, terrifying. Even if it was out of the goodness of their hearts, something just didn't seem right. And there was a horrible feeling he had, once he finally did say goodbye to Itachi. It was a feeling like if he left, something bad would happen to Itachi. Something bad would happen to a lot of people. But he couldn't figure it out in time-- and how could he? Nothing could have prepared him for what was to follow in the next month.

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?

The damage had been done already. The interest of the suspicious crowd gathered had already been piqued, and it was suddenly announced that they were two brothers, in love and in lust-- eager to embrace each other once more in the throes of passion. It was a good thing Shisui didn't know English that well, because had he heard that, he would have bolted right then. But a sense of protectiveness came over him, tugging Sasuke into a tight hug and unknowingly playing right into the audience's desires. And though once Shisui realized what they wanted him to do he struggled, once Sasuke's life was threatened, he submitted. After that night he was sure on what his fate now was. He was going to run away, somehow. If they killed him as he ran, then he'd rather die running than sitting in the back of some locked room with bars on the windows like he was a criminal.

To the best he could, he blocked out the night with Sasuke, obviously wanting to lose the memory as quickly as possible. As a result of that night he became surprisingly obedient, in all matters aside from sex. But since he still refused clients, it was starting to cost more money to keep him than he brought in, so he was sold once more, but to a laborer this time. Shisui didn't mind the backbreaking work, he wasn't alone this time and there were more older, teenage boys to confide in. Here is where he was taught English informally, since nobody had bothered to teach him much else but sex phrases to this point. He worked well, and learned to be not so much obedient, but quiet while he sorted out in his mind the weak points of this set-up, the ways to escape, silently plotting what most only dreamed about. This wasn't a dream, this was his reality. He was going to break out, and that was the end of it.

Through Shisui's first few months in the labor camp, seeing new kids and adults come and go was nothing strange. Every so often new teenage boys from all different countries would come through. Some would stay, some would die, and some would just vanish and never to be see again. It was the way these places worked, and Shisui soon discovered that the more you faded into the background, the better. Whenever there was the slightest uprising, the punishment was always harsh and severe, and nobody got it quite as hard as the new recruits. Usually Shisui minded his business when the new ones came in, having no interest in them since he just kept to himself, but he couldn't keep that policy the moment he glanced up at the newest line of workers being brought in, and immediately recognized a very, sickeningly familiar person.

Shisui had learned the ultimate hard way to not call out to those he recognized, and he had to fight with all of his heart to not run to Itachi and embrace him right then. He waited until that night, quietly sneaking into Itachi's barracks and waking him gently, so happy to see he was alright. After catching up in the middle of the night, Shisui told Itachi he had seen Sasuke, and that Sasuke was in... good health, though he wasn't sure Sasuke's situation was ideal. For the next few days, he quietly continued to sneak to Itachi's bed to talk to him, and during work hours would go and assist him, either holding more weight for him or helping him meet his quota faster, even if he was sleep deprived and weakened, he didn't care. Making sure Itachi wasn't taken from him again was his new goal, which included making sure Itachi learned too that it was better to do what was asked of you, when it was asked. Which Itachi seemed to have a hard time with, his defiance more often than not putting him on the whipping end of a stick, which broke Shisui's heart to watch. Even though he continued to advise Itachi, he finally couldn't watch his friend get beat one more time, and stepped in, taking the full force of the beating and a nice trip to the isolation room, like a time out in Hell, a room that was cold, filthy, and tiny. Inside there Shisui knew the next night, he would break out. He would break out and run, run until he couldn't anymore.

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.

And on top of that, he wanted to save for one more thing. For the money to legally return his name to what he should be. Though he was grateful to the Connolly family, he didn't ever feel as if he was a true part of it, and felt he was dishonoring the small amount of family pride he had left. Oh a whim at a public library computer, he researched his own last name, and immediately was bombarded with images and articles surrounding a Madara Uchiha... or Uchiha-Senju, it seemed. It was stupid to run halfway across the country for a man who might not even have any ties to him at all, but Shisui was out of time, and had just enough money for a bus ticket. He had to take risks to survive, right? So it was settled, he was going to Reno. After convincing his fosters, he left with a short goodbye, not hugs given, just a deep bow and everything he owned except a few personal articles getting left behind for the other kids to keep and wear. If Madara Uchiha turned out to be a dead end, Shisui didn't know what his next step could possibly be. But just like running away the first time, it's get from A to B before you find out what C is. And he hoped for once, he could stop at B.

Personality, Likes & Dislikes: Shisui is an odd case in that he really doesn't have anything he holds dislike for except sex (and all it pertains). He has no favorite colors, no favorite food, not even a food preference. He learned from a young age to take what was given to you without complaint, and has continued to carry that policy. As such, he never lived a life of luxury, and can't even use computers well simply because he wasn't ever around them. But he's always been a sharp listener and quick to pick up on things that are shown to him. Despite his small size, Shisui is very skilled and manual labor, and uses his intelligence to find faster, and more efficient ways to work. Though in his mind his theories seem to make him more of a leader than a follower, because of his inability to communicate well with people, Shisui really isn't a leader nor a follower, just a straight up loner. He keeps his thoughts and ideas to himself, even if they could greatly help everybody else.

Shisui has zero trust for strangers and it takes quite an alarming amount of time to get him to trust you. Though he can be entirely civil to a person if he's addressed, that doesn't mean he likes or wants anything to do with you. He's not even what would be classified as a wallflower, because to be called such you have to show up at the party in the first place. As of now, the only person he trusts and will be open with is Itachi, and it will likely stay that way for a long while.

Aside from a social phobia/disinterest, Shisui also has a very wary approach to deep water and bathtubs, which came from several instances in his life involving near-death drowning experiences. As part of his punishment for misbehaving, more often than not, his keepers would shove his head underwater, because of the power trip that came with holding someone else's life in their hands. Though he also isn't fond of showers either, it's one of those necessary evils for obvious reasons. The first time he was molested was in a shower, so those don't hold fond recollections either. He doesn't like swimming pools, hot tubs, any of it. But despite that, has a certain fondness for rain, and would feel more clean outside in a rainstorm than inside in a warm shower.

Itachi was the one who got Shisui his job as a janitor when they re-met (pls accept log as my prompts coz BAW) and he while he doesn't like or dislike this job, he thinks it's much better and easier than the ones he's held in the past, and is currently working to save to change his last name, and to pay Madara a settled rent check, even though Madara said it wasn't necessary. As for what he feels for his other family members, he doesn't mind Izuna but still holds no real trust for him yet, and has yet to run back into Sasuke, though that's sure to be fun huh.

One final thing worth mentioning is Shisui is self-sacrificing to almost the full-extent of the word. He won't give himself up for any random bloke, but once he cares for you, he will do anything to ensure your life goes absolutely right. This means watch out anybody who tiffs Itachi off, or even looks at him crossways. That being said, he actually has very little pride in himself, and won't defend himself if personally attacked. It's only when someone he cares about is under fire that he reacts. It's not that he hates himself or thinks he deserves punishment, it's that you can't say anything to him he hasn't heard already, and if he doesn't care about you, then why should your opinion matter? It was a mindset he had to take on to cope with being traded off like a toy, and it had to stick for him to continue to live a semi-normal life.