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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
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Itachi sat down on the porch steps, staring up at the clouds in the blue sky. He couldn’t understand what made Tobirama so happy – especially after having experienced some of the same pain that Itachi had. Thoughts ran through the younger Uchiha’s mind, but everything was so jumbled none of it made any sense. All he knew was that since Tobirama knew what reality was like, he should be angry and unhappy as well – Izuna was almost there, so what was stopping him from going all the way?
“Still holding onto such childish hopes…” Itachi muttered to himself. He picked a stone up from the porch and threw it. “They’re pathetic. Do they really hope that things will get better? Or that they’ll forget what had happened to them? They can’t! Reality won’t allow that!”
“Nii-san?”
Itachi looked up and saw Sasuke standing at the front door with a smile. “Nii-san, I made something for you last night.”
Itachi sighed and nodded, trying not to project his anger out of his young brother. “What is it?”
Sasuke, who had been holding his hands behind his back, brought them out in front of him to reveal a small drawing. He excitedly hurried to the older Uchiha and thrust the paper into Itachi’s hands.
“It’s all of us, nii-san!” Sasuke said happily. “I hope that you like it!”
As Itachi looked at the picture, he felt hatred welling up inside of him as he looked at his family members – even the two Senju – on the paper. How could Sasuke still care so much for them? Yes, Itachi trusted his uncles to not hurt him, but he had gone from loving them to spiting them, wishing for them to hurt as much as he did.
“Put it in our room.” Itachi gruffly ordered Sasuke. He ignored the look of hurt on the young boy’s face.
“But…” Sasuke played with a strand of his hair at this, his eyes dimmed and filling slowly with tears. “…I made it for you… You’ve been unhappy, so I…”
“Sasuke…” Itachi growled. ‘Have you not learnt by now that I hate the others? And why… on earth… did you draw Izuna so fucking happy?”
“…” Sasuke bit his lip. “…Izuna-oji-san looks so much more pretty when he’s happy, aniki… I… I wanted to draw everyone perfectly, and… Izuna-oji-san is a very pretty person… He should always be happy, I think… So I… drew him… Happy…”
Itachi snorted and shook his head. “Izuna? Pretty? If that’s what you want to call the little cocksucker… I’d say that he is just rape material.”
“I… I don’t understand what you’re saying, aniki… What… what is a cocksucker…? And… rape material…? I don't understand…”
Itachi stared at the smile on Izuna-drawing’s face before spitting on the porch and throwing the paper back at his brother. “It’s not one of your business, Sasuke. I’m just saying that all Izuna is good for is sucking cocks and taking it up the ass unwillingly.”
“Why are you always saying mean things about Izuna-oji-san…?” Sasuke whispered, tears starting to run down his face. “Izuna-oji-san is such a kind person… He loves us all, and… he’s always so sad… You should be nicer to oji-san… He’s always nice to us…”
“You know why he’s always crying?” Itachi snarled, standing up to tower over his small brother. “He’s crying because he’s so weak. He clings to the hope that things will get better so that he can run from his problems and hide behind Madara, dumping all of his problems on him. It makes him weak. He’s nothing but a selfish fool.”
“Aniki…”
“Go inside, Sasuke.” Itachi ordered. “Go inside and never bother me about the others again.”
“But they all love you…” Sasuke whispered before he was shoved roughly back inside the house.
Itachi pulled the door shut behind the younger boy. He threw himself back down on the porch and took his pocket knife out, slicing more cuts into his wrists. He stood up moments later before running from the house. He was sick and tired of living with those… those things. They were what was dragging him down! Itachi would be fine by himself!
With those thoughts in mind, Itachi fled to his friend’s house. He was determined to get payback on Madara and Izuna for all of the false hopes they had given him when he was younger. In his mind, they were the ones who needed to be shown reality the most, and the easiest way to do that was by targeting someone close to them. Tobi.
-XX-
Inside the house, Madara and Hashirama had just finished a long discussion about the future of Madara’s children. Their brothers had already cried themselves to sleep and Sasuke had run up the stairs crying. Tobi was playing out in the backyard.
“You’re sure, Madara-chan?” Hashirama asked as he picked up his brother, carrying him carefully to the front of the house. “You’re sure that you want to go through with this?”
Madara nodded. He laid Izuna down on the couch carefully as he got up to walk with Hashirama. “I’m sure… I’m so sorry, Senju, but… I just don’t know what else can be done… I have so much that I need to do in order to care for everyone – I have to take care of Izuna twenty-four-seven, and Tobi and Sasuke whenever they aren’t at school, and work a job that I hate and try to keep everything together! I’m… I’m over it! Senju, I’m… over it…! I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this…”
“I understand, Madara-chan.” Hashirama said softly. He opened the front door, waiting for Madara to go through first. “There is so much that is being left up to you and you alone. You don’t need Itachi’s actions on top of everything else. Tobi and I should have been here more often for you and helped out more than we have. We’ve left you alone to deal with this. I apologise from the bottom of my heart, Madara-chan.”
“Don’t be sorry – you didn’t mean it… Thank you so much…” Madara stopped by Hashirama’s car, watching as said Senju sat his brother into the front seat and strapped him in carefully. “It means a lot to Izuna and I.”
Hashirama turned around and smiled. “Hey – these kids need a break, too. Besides – it’ll be nice to have young feet running around the house until my own children come back home. And I’m sure that Itachi will appreciate having most of the house to himself now.”
“You’ll bring them back next week, right…?” Madara sounded worried as he double-checked.
“Would I ever kidnap a child, Madara-chan? Next week it is. Please go and make sure that the kids have packed a bag while I sit with Tobi, okay?”
Madara nodded and headed back into the house. He found Sasuke up in his room, staring down at a piece of paper. He frowned at the look of depression on his nephew’s face.
“Sasuke-kun, what’s wrong?” Madara asked, coming to sit on the bed beside the young boy. “Is something bothering you?”
Sasuke nodded. He passed the paper that he was holding to Madara.
Madara looked down to see that the boy had drawn their family together. He wondered why this was upsetting Sasuke so much, but you could never be too sure – Itachi had a knack of hurting everyone around him.
“I…” Sasuke began in a choked voice. “…I drew that for nii-san to cheer him up, but… nii-san hated it… He said that he hated all of you guys, and… he was making fun of Izuna-oji-san again… I don’t understand what he was saying, but… I knew that it was really bad because I had never heard those words before…”
“Sasuke-kun, Itachi-kun is going through a very hard time right now.” Madara begun softly, petting Sasuke’s hair in a comforting manner. “Even though he acts like he hates us, I think that deep down, he still loves us… It’s okay if he makes fun of Izuna – Izuna carries around a lot of pain, Sasuke-kun, and most of what Itachi-kun says about him is true – I cannot reprimand him for stating facts – no matter how cruel the manner in which he does is.”
“Aniki is… so distant…” Sasuke whispered as he wiped his tears away. “…He never tells me any of his problems, and… I want to be just like nii-san, but he always tells me ‘don’t do this, Sasuke’, and… ‘don’t do that, Sasuke’… He only ever wants me to help hurt you guys, and… it isn’t right… I don’t want to be like nii-san in that way…”
“But you do help Itachi hurt Tobi.” Madara pointed out gently. “And I know that you’re young, so it’s good that you can say ‘no’ to your brother at times. Itachi-kun… has suffered in ways that you can’t understand, Sasuke-kun. In ways that he doesn't want you to understand.”
“Oji-san…” Sasuke whispered, hugging his uncle while trying his best to hold back tears. “…Thank you for letting me talk to you…”
Madara nodded and kissed Sasuke’s forehead. “Anytime, Sasuke-kun. Pack a bag, please – you and Tobi are going to stay with Hashirama for a few days.”
Sasuke nodded. “Okay.”
“Go down to the car as soon as you’re ready, alright? Have fun with them.”
“I will.” Sasuke smiled.
“Ring me if you ever want to talk to me and Izuna or have any questions or need anything, or…”
Sasuke giggled softly – his uncle was such a worrywart. “Oji-san, I know… Hashi-san will take good care of us like he always does, and I’ll ring you each night before bed.”
Madara sighed in relief before smiling. “Thank you, Sasuke-kun. I’ll go and help Tobi pack. Say bye to Senju for me when you get down, okay? I… I’ll need some alone time after this…”
-XX-
When Itachi returned home that night for dinner, he was surprised to find that only Izuna and Madara were at the table. Neither of the boys were anywhere in sight.
“Where are the others?” Itachi asked in his usual cold manner as he surveyed his plate of food.
“Hashirama has taken them for the week.” Madara explained as he looked up to make eye-contact with his nephew.
“Why?” Itachi spat, pushing his plate of food towards Izuna. “I’m not eating this shit. You should eat it and maybe you wouldn’t look so emaciated, you faggot.”
“They needed a break…” Izuna whispered, keeping his eyes on his own plate. Though he had tried to ignore Itachi’s remark, Madara narrowed his gaze – he knew that Izuna was very confused about his sexual orientation, and it really broke his heart to know that Itachi had stuck a truly sensitive spot.
Madara tried to keep his calm – if Izuna could do it, then so could he. “Yes, and… he took them so Izu and I could spend more time with you, Itachi-kun.”
“Spend time with me?” Itachi laughed that bitter laugh that both Izuna and Madara hated so much. “Fucking liar. Admit it – you’re scared of what I could do to them. What I will do to them.”
Madara’s eyes narrowed once more at this and his voice hardened. “Itachi-kun, Izuna and I love you so very much, but if you’re going to hurt either of those kids, we will stop you.”
Itachi laughed again. “Stop me? Since when do you ever ‘stop’ me? You don’t stay anything when I bash Tobi, nor do you do anything when I fight with you and Izuna. All you are is a pushover, Madara. You don’t have the balls to take on a fifteen-year-old.”
“Don’t talk to my aniki like that.” Izuna growled. It was something that Itachi had almost never heard him do – something that he would only do when he felt that his brother was in danger.
“Izu, shh…” Madara reached out and took Izuna’s hand in his own in an effort to bring peace to the troubled man. “It’s okay… It’s okay Itachi-kun, remember? Shh…”
Itachi glared at Izuna, unintimidated in the least – he knew that even though Izuna could (very rarely) speak tough, he couldn’t go through with it. “I’ll talk to the pussy however I want, asshole. Unless you’re jealous that it’s not you I am insulting.”
“Itachi-kun, Izuna doesn’t need this treatment right now.” Madara warned as he covered Izuna’s ears with his hands. “He’s not well mentally, and even if he was, he doesn’t deserve this! This is why Hashirama has the kids – we’re cracking down on you! We’ve let you get away with everyone for so long because you’re hurting, but enough is enough! We’re all sick of the way that you treat us!”
Itachi stared deep into Madara’s eyes. He saw the tears brimming up in them, but he only sneered at his uncle’s pain. “Are you sure that you don’t cut yourself alongside your brother, Madara? You sure are emo at times.”
“Itachi, get back here!” Madara called. He stood up and hugged his brother before following Itachi up the stairs. “We’ve tried the gentle approach, but it obviously hasn’t worked! If the rough approach is what will work, then we’ll do it, Itachi!”
“You? The rough approach?” Itachi called over his shoulder. He climbed up the stairs and entered his room. “Yeah, you’ll use it for a few hours before giving up and begging for my forgiveness.”
Itachi ignored his uncles and instead slammed his bedroom door closed. He pulled out his phone, sending a chain text to his friends. Sorry, but we’ll have to hold the plan off until next week; stupid fuckface sent the little whore to his friend for the week.
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