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Take Me Away	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 1893 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Take Me Away
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
- 29-29
- 30-30
- 31-31
- 9
- 10
- 11
Itachi growled to himself as someone knocked on his bedroom door. He turned his iPod up louder and shouted out, “Unless you’re Sasuke, you can fuck off!”
Itachi rolled his eyes when the door was opened away. He was surprised to find Hashirama standing in the doorway, a hurt look in his eyes.
The Senju stepped further into the room and closed the door behind him. He approached the bed and sat down on the end, his eyes focused completely on Itachi.
“What’re you doing here, Senju?” Itachi spat, turning his iPod off and placing it on the bedside drawer. His body quivered in anger.
“I’m here because Madara-kun asked me to be here.” Hashirama explained softly, smiling as he attempted to comfort the young Uchiha. He frowned before speaking again, his eyes wandering over Itachi’s slim body. “…What has happened to you, Itachi-kun…?”
“What happened to me?” Itachi laughed bitterly before replying. “I grew up. I stopped believing in fairy tale happy endings and in things getting better. Nothing like that ever does happen in real life. We were all doomed from the beginning to be miserable. I’m just helping show the reality to other people. It seems that not everyone understands the pain of living and has deluded themselves into believing that life is good.”
“Itachi-kun, you have people who love and care for you.” Hashirama said in a sad tone, allowing the pain to seep through his voice. “Have you not looked at your uncle’s face properly for so long? The scars are still there, hidden subtly by his hair…”
It was Itachi’s turn to frown. Hashirama could see the remorse sweeping the Uchiha’s features for just a second before his face returned back to its emotionless mask.
“I didn’t ask for him to save me, Senju.” Itachi spat. “He was a fool and risked his life to save me from someone who probably just wanted to rape me.”
“You’re right, you know?” Itachi looked up, confused – Hashirama was agreeing with him? He hadn’t expected that. “You didn’t ask for Madara to jump in that van and rescue you, but he did – because he loved you, and he still does. No matter how much grief you put him through, he’ll always love you, Itachi-kun – that’s just the kind of man that he is.”
“…” Itachi looked away, unable to face the older man.
“Tell me about this… reality that you speak of – if you may.” Hashirama’s voice was so gentle with the fragile Uchiha. Itachi couldn’t help but want to be open with the older man.
“It’s exactly what it sounds like. Reality.” Itachi deadpanned.
“And what is ‘reality’ to you, Itachi-kun?”
“…Reality is pain. Hurt. Anguish… Reality… is life… and life… is nothing… but pain…”
“Do you feel this pain when you are with your family?” Hashirama whispered, knowing that this must have been so difficult for Itachi.
Itachi nodded silently.
“What kind of pain do you feel?”
Itachi’s eyes brimmed with tears, but he quickly wiped them away, not allowing them to fall. Hashirama leant over to hug him, but he tensed and pushed the brown-haired man away. He refused to look at Hashirama.
“…” Itachi gulped before speaking, his eyes focused on the hardwood floor beneath them. “…All kinds of pain…”
Hashirama frowned. He knew that Madara and Izuna didn’t know that it went this deep. He just couldn’t bear to see Itachi suffer so much. He pulled the boy into a tight hug, intent on getting as much pain and frustration out of the small Uchiha as he could.
-XX-
Downstairs, Madara was sitting around the small table, a number of cards in his hands. He frowned deeply as he concentrated, but he knew that it wasn’t going to do him any good – even though they were playing such a childish game, he could never win at Go Fish or any other card game.
“Go fish!” Izuna cried excitedly, grinning when Tobirama picked up a card from the deck. “Mada-nii! A five?”
Madara grumbled and threw the card at his brother before turning to his son and asking for a jack. He sighed when he was told to pick a card. He honestly didn’t know how he had gotten sucked into this – his brother could be so childish sometimes, but at least it was so much better than poor Izuna sitting around all day crying his heart and wanting to die.
“Has anyone seen Sasuke-kun?” Madara asked as he noticed Sasuke’s disappearance. He watched as Tobi placed a pair down on the table and looked up to face the older Uchiha and nod.
“Tobi has… Sasuke said that Itachi wanted to beat Tobi up again and told him to look for Tobi, but he went to the park instead…”
Madara sighed and shook his head, his eyes shining with unshed tears – he couldn’t bear the thought of his beloved son being beaten up. “Did Itachi-kun hurt you, Tobi?”
“No, tou-san. Tobi not seen Itachi all day.”
“That kid is out of control…” Madara mumbled to himself.
Tobirama looked over at Madara before turning to the said man’s brother and speaking. “You should leave him with Hashirama for a few days. That’ll set him straight.”
“Yeah, and then he’ll come back as a saint…” Madara muttered. “Think I’d rather this…”
“Mada-nii, that might actually happy.” Izuna smiled. “You know what Hashi-san is like. He made that really angry kid happy again in just a week.”
Madara laughed, remembering how the older Senju had taken an angry kid in from off of the streets.
“What’ll become of Itachi-kun once Hashirama gets his hands on him?” Madara joked. “He’ll be helping old ladies cross the street and volunteering at animal shelters.”
Both Izuna and Tobi giggled while Tobirama laughed loudly.
“That sounds about right.” The Senju smiled.
Madara quickly found himself becoming happier as the hours wore on – even if he did lose every card game that they had played that afternoon. Hashirama soon came down the stairs and informed everyone that Itachi was fast asleep and explained that Itachi was suffering more than anyone could tell.
With promises to try their best and help Itachi, Hashirama joined the card game, laughing as everyone joked about his ‘saint-like personality’. Well, Hashirama didn’t feel much like a saint, but he knew that he loved people and couldn’t let someone like Itachi suffer like he was.
Hashirama swore to himself that no matter what it took, he would help Itachi as best as he could.
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