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What it Takes to Love Someone	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1984 -:- 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-What it Takes to Love Someone
- 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
- 18-17
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
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- 12
“It’s them.” Sasuke said in an emotionless voice as he glanced at his brother. “Should we ignore them?”
Itachi sighed, shaking his head. “No, Sasuke. That would be very rude of us to ignore our dear uncle. Get the door, please, otouto.”
Sasuke hesitated before getting up to open the door. He allowed a man with a long mane of spiky, charcoal-black hair and expensive clothes to stride in. Zetsu followed behind timidly.
“Hello, Sasuke.” The man said cheerfully. He reached out to pet Sasuke’s head. “How are you?”
“Goo –“
“That’s excellent.” The man cut Sasuke off, clearly not interested in him. He glanced around the small entrance way, his view of Itachi blocked by the walls of the living room. “Where is your brother?”
Sasuke pouted, pointing to the living room. There was a reason Sasuke didn’t like his uncle – and it wasn’t because the feeling was mutual.
The older Uchiha chuckled and walked into the living room happily. He spotted Itachi nestled up with Kisame, the older man’s arms wrapped around him protectively.
“Oh, Itachi-oi.” The man grinned. He sat down on the couch opposite his nephew, ignoring Tobi and Deidara. “Happy birthday. I’m sure that you were having a good day and now that I’m here, it’s going to be one-hundred times better!”
“Thank you, Uncle Madara.” Itachi nodded his head politely, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. He noted that Zetsu was reluctant to enter the living room and hesitated to sit beside Madara.
Madara chuckled, wrapping an arm around Zetsu and pulling him close. Deidara gasped when he heard Zetsu whimper in pain. Who was this man and what did he have to do with Zetsu?
Deidara narrowed his eyes as he watched Madara pull Zetsu tighter to his body – hurting him more than before. The Uchiha then glanced to him with mock-curiosity in his eyes.
“I don’t believe we’ve met before.” Madara said, tilting his head as he studied Deidara.
“This is Deidara.” Itachi said quietly. “He’s my close friend. You’ve met Kisame before?”
Madara shook his head. “No, I believe not. So this is the beloved Kisame? I must say – you’re taking very good care of my nephew, Kisame. I’ve only ever heard good things about you.”
Kisame nodded, keeping quiet – he had heard about Madara and he didn’t want to provoke him.
“Zetsu, have you met Deidara?” Madara asked. Deidara could tell that the kindness n his voice was forced.
Zetsu nodded slowly, avoiding all eye-contact as he stared the ground.
“Oh, have you?” Madara’s lips curled into a sneer. “Why have you not introduced us, Zetsu? Where did you meet him? Why wasn’t I there?”
Zetsu gulped as Madara snarled at him. He quivered. “…In town…”
“And what were you doing out of the house without my permission, Zetsu?”
Zetsu shook his head. “…I-I don’t know, Madara-sama… Please, forgive me…”
Madara tsked. As Zetsu moved his head to the side, Deidara could see bruises all over his neck – it looked like someone had attempted to strangle him.
Thankfully – in Deidara’s opinion – Tobi had been silent the entire time. The Uchiha could probably sense just how bad a situation this was.
But, as all good things come to an end, Madara took notice of Tobi and feigned interest.
“Oh, how good to see you all better.” Madara smiled at Tobi before standing up and taking him from Deidara. He held the boy in his arms for a few moments before bringing him back to the couch. He sat down and cradled the younger Uchiha, turning to Itachi with a serious expression. “Have you told him yet?”
Deidara looked at Itachi. Told Tobi what? Kisame made eye-contact with him, shrugging – he clearly didn’t know what was going on, either.
“No.” Itachi said. “We’re waiting until he’s older – until he can understand properly.”
Tobi looked at Itachi. He seemed to be confused. “Itachi-kun…?”
“Not now, Tobi…” Itachi whispered, frowning.
Tobi whimpered, looking up at Madara’s face again. He didn’t like this man. He could only remember meeting him once, and that was when he was still in the hospital. He hadn’t brought Zetsu with him that time.
“Anyway, Itachi, I came down to see you for your birthday – we haven’t caught up that much lately, have we?”
“No, Uncle.” Itachi sighed, closing his eyes. “…It is a shame.”
“Yes. I’ve been stuck in the house with Zetsu as my only companion. Now, don’t get me wrong, Itachi-kun – he’s a great fuck, but he has just been so quiet for the last couple of years. He doesn’t talk very much anymore.”
Itachi’s heart felt like it was breaking. He had tried to warn Zetsu, but the younger hadn’t listened…
Zetsu turned and started looking around the house, trying to block out Madara’s voice. He knew that because Madara had started talking about their private lives, he would go into great detail about their sex lives next – and he really didn’t want to hear him talking about the times he had been raped…
Hell, it seemed that all that consisted of Zetsu’s life lately was either being fucked wherever, whenever and however Madara wanted it on top of being abused physically, emotionally and mentally. He wasn’t even allowed out of the house without Madara two steps behind him wherever he want…
And Madara still claimed to love him…
“I love watching him squirm to get free once I’ve tied him up and blindfolded him…” Madara was droning on, and Zetsu found him harder and harder to block out.
“I-I’m going to the bathroom…” Zetsu mumbled. He stood up to leave the room, but Madara had kicked his legs out from under him. The Uchiha laughed as he crumpled to the ground and landed on his broken arm.
“Did you even ask our host, Zetsu?” Madara asked. He failed to make the kindness in his voice sound genuine. “Just think… You two used to be such good friends...”
“No, it’s okay, Uncle Madara…” Itachi said quickly, trying to intervene before Zetsu was hurt worse. He knew that Zetsu only wanted to escape from Madara now that he had an opportunity to. “I really… don’t mind…”
Zetsu whimpered. He tensed, expecting a beating. When it didn’t come, he looked up into Madara’s eyes. The Uchiha sneered back at him.
“Get the fuck out of here, you fat, ugly whore.” Madara snarled before turning back to Itachi and Kisame.
From within Madara’s hold, Tobi whimpered – he wasn’t used to hearing swear words. Itachi never swore and Sasuke was almost always in his room, brooding. Deidara was really the only one Tobi heard it from, but Deidara didn’t swear often anymore.
But name-calling and putdowns were something that neither Itachi nor Sasuke would ever do to anyone with malicious intent – and Tobi had been bullied enough in his life to know that something as simple as being called fat was incredibly hurtful.
Zetsu whimpered again before running down the hallway to where he knew the bathroom was. He was quick to open the door and lock himself inside it.
Deidara’s eyes were lidded, disgusted by the act. He had learnt his lesson about bullying people when Tobi had been hit by that truck. Itachi was staring at the ground, silent. Kisame shook his head, frowning.
“I’m going to take Tobi for some lunch.” Deidara quickly said, breaking the silence. He got to his feet and ripped Tobi from Madara’s arms. He had hurt the poor boy in the process.
Once in the kitchen, Tobi buried his face in Deidara’s chest, trying not to cry – he had felt so uncomfortable in Madara’s arms that he was sure he would be screaming if he were still in them.
“It’s okay, Tobi.” Deidara said quietly. He sat on one of the chairs, sitting Tobi on his knees. “I don’t like him either. Did you see all of the bruises on poor Zetsu, yeah?”
Tobi nodded. “Tobi feels sorry for Zetsu-san. Poor Zetsu-san gets bullied by Uncle Madara… Tobi doesn’t like that!”
Deidara smiled softly at Tobi. “You’re a pure soul, Tobi. I just don’t understand why Itachi is like this with both of them… Itachi doesn’t put up with mistreatment, yeah…”
Tobi shrugged. They could hear Madara in the living room, ranting on about Zetsu and all of his flaws. He insulted the younger male with hurtful words and phrases every chance he had. How could Zetsu be with someone like that?! Madara had made it clear that he rapes that boy every day! And fucks with his head, too!”
“I can’t believe that Zetsu could be with someone like him…” Deidara muttered, stroking Tobi’s cheek in an effort to calm down.
“Tobi would hate Senpai if Senpai treated Tobi like that… And Tobi loves Senpai with all of his heart!”
“Yes, I know you, Tobi. And I know that you would never put up with someone who treated you like shit. …Well… You put up with me for as long as I can remember, yeah! And all I ever did was push you away and insult you… Un.”
“But Tobi knew that Senpai wasn’t like that in his heart, so Tobi let Senpai hurt his feelings, because he knew that Deidara-senpai was a nice guy inside. So Tobi forgives Deidara-senpai about everything! Even about causing Tobi’s accident! So long as Senpai doesn’t hit Tobi or make fun of him like Uncle Madara does to Zetsu-san, Tobi will always love Deidara-Senpai.”
Deidara chuckled. “Unless you change, Tobi… I don’t think that I could ever stop loving you, yeah.”
A whimper from the doorway had caught both of their attention. Zetsu was warily peeking into the kitchen with fear in his eyes. Deidara smiled at him, patting the empty chair next to him.
“Come sit, yeah.”
Zetsu hesitated before stepping in. He watched Deidara warily before eventually coming to the chair and sitting on it. He smiled hesitantly at the blonde, fiddling with his hands. He looked around nervously.
Deidara didn't know what to say, so he supposed that he should at least introduce himself properly.
“I’m Deidara, hmm.” Deidara smiled, bowing slightly at the older male. “I never introduced myself either time had had met. …Un.”
Zetsu bowed back with a trembling body. “…Z… Zetsu…”
Deidara grinned at Zetsu. He carefully stood up before placing Tobi back down on the seat.
“Would you like anything to eat or drink, Zetsu-san?” Deidara asked with a smile.
Zetsu shook his head rapidly, but Deidara could tell that he was lying – it was obvious with the way that Zetsu kept glancing at the fridge and pantry that he wanted something.
“I’ll get you something to eat, Zetsu.” Deidara said. “How about some tea to go with it?”
“…”
“Zetsu-san… You don’t have to be shy around me.”
“…Itachi-kun probably wouldn’t like for me to eat his food…”
Deidara laughed. “Why wouldn’t he? He doesn’t dislike you, Zetsu-san.”
Zetsu sighed. “…O… Okay…”
Deidara smiled. “How many sugars?”
“Two…”
Deidara quickly prepared the tea before coming back with a tray of biscuits. They ate in silence, listening as Madara ran Zetsu into the ground.
Zetsu seemed to be deeply affected by this. It was clear that he was trying his best to not cry.
“Hey…” Deidara reached out, gripping Zetsu’s hand. Zetsu jumped, almost choking on the biscuit he had been eating. “Do you have a phone, Zetsu?”
“…Yes…”
“I’ll give you my number and if you ever need to talk or anything, you can talk to me, yeah. I once lived in an abusive household, too… It… killed my mother… So I’d be happy to listen. Unless you’d rather talk to me now, hmm?”
Zetsu sighed. He looked down at the ground. “…Madara… is all I have… My family had kicked me out when I got my job at the café Itachi works at… They hated me because they thought I was a freak… Even though Itachi was my superior and was in charge of training me, he treated me like an equal and allowed me to stay with him and his family. But then… I met Madara… And everything changed…”
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