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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
- 12
- 13
- 14
A/N Before you read this chapter, it’s important to know that there is IMPLIED MadaIzu, but it’s not sexual, if that makes sense? It’s more of therapy on Izuna’s behalf with touching, but it’s IMPLIED and it will never be made graphic. It’s kinda like those sexual aide people, but Madara’s the only one Izuna trusts enough to let him touch him. Go read something else on my profile if you want MadaIzu :P
If there is too much discomfort about the MadaIzu part, I’ll put it back to how it was originally – you just need to let me know. If I don’t know, I can’t fix it!
“Nii-san…”
Hashirama’s eyes opened at his brother’s pained voice the next morning. He looked over to find Tobirama sleeping beside him, tears running down his face. The younger male must have climbed into bed with him halfway through the night.
“Tobi…” Hashirama whispered, reaching over to shake Tobirama’s shoulder. “Wake up, Tobi. It’s okay – it’s just a dream.”
Tobirama whimpered loudly and trembled before his eyes opened. He looked around with a fearful gaze. He was quick to sit up and hug his brother, burying his face into the elder’s chest.
Hashirama hugged back and sat up, pulling Tobirama onto his lap. He rubbed the white-haired man’s back soothingly with one hand while his other arm was wrapped securely around the younger’s waist.
“Did you dream about that again, Tobi?” Hashirama whispered, kissing his sibling’s forehead.
Tobirama whimpered. “Mhm…”
Hashirama frowned and held his brother tighter for a few minutes more until Tobirama’s shakes and whimpers died down. He then gently laid the younger Senju back down in the bed and pulled the covers over him, tucking him in tight.
“Go back to sleep, Tobi.” Hashirama smiled. “I’m going to check on the Uchiha kids and get them up for breakfast. Good thing that Mito wasn’t coming back today or she might’ve thought that I was cheating on her with my own brother.”
Hashirama chuckled at his own little joke.
Tobirama smiled back and nodded. “She knows that you’d never cheat on her with anyone – much less your own brother. Wake me when breakfast is ready, okay?”
“Sure thing.” Hashirama leant down and placed a small kiss on his otouto’s forehead before standing up. He left the room quietly, shutting the door behind him.
The older Senju walked to one of the many guest bedrooms. It was at the end of the hall and was currently housing the two Uchiha boys. He knocked on the door before entering. Sasuke was still fast asleep while Tobi was stirring from the knock.
“Good morning, Tobi-kun.” Hashirama smiled as he sat down on the bed beside the two kids. “How did you sleep?”
“Good.” Tobi smiled back. “Thank you, Hashi-san, for letting Tobi and Sasuke come over.”
“You’re very welcome, Tobi-kun.” Hashirama smiled again. “How did Sasuke-kun sleep? Any trouble?”
Tobi shook his head. “Nope. Sasuke likes Hashi-san and Tobi-kun. He went straight to sleep.”
“Very good.”
With that, the Senju reached out and shook Sasuke’s shoulder gently, trying to awaken the still-sleeping Uchiha for breakfast.
“Sasuke-kun…” The Senju called in a soft tone. “…Wake up. It’s breakfast time.”
When Sasuke did open his eyes, he blinked a few times before sitting up with a yawn. He wiped at his tir3ed eyes with the back of his hand, still looking exhausted. He looked over to the alarm clock that sat on the bedside table before glancing at Hashirama with confused eyes.
“Why do you always get up so early, Hashi-san?” Sasuke asked, his voice dripping with tiredness. “Madara-oji-san and Izuna-oji-san don’t wake us up until at least nine…”
“Madara-chan and Izu-kun love their sleep…” Hashirama explained with a small laugh, “…but here, we get up early.”
“Too early…” Sasuke mumbled. “It’s five-thirty…!”
“All the more time left over to have fun!” Hashirama grinned. “C’mon – get up! It’s breakfast time! What do you two normally have for breakfast at your own home?”
“Whatever tou-san or oji-san can find for us.” Tobi explained innocently, his big eyes on the Senju. “Sometimes there’s no food for breakfast so everyone has to go without until someone gets paid. We don’t like those days – sometimes we don’t get to eat for days when that happens.”
Hashirama frowned and shook his head. “I swear, that stubborn fool... He needs to move out of that tiny house and live with us again. I don’t know why he won’t. I swear...”
“’Again’?” Sasuke tilted his head in curiosity, his tiredness already forgotten – this information was new to him and he wanted to know all about it. “They lived with you guys before?”
“When they were little kids,” Hashirama began to explain with a voice tender and pained, “their parents sent Madara to the store to buy milk. They told him to take Izuna with him, so he did. Madara didn’t understand the point of buying milk as they were moving towns later that night, but... When they returned home, everything was gone. The house was empty, and... Worst of all... his parents had left a note saying that they hated him and Izuna and nevr wanted to see them again. I don’t think he truly got over that abandonment – I don’t think he ever will.”
“Oh...” Sasuke looked down as he fiddled with his hands. “Poor oji-san... They lived with you?”
“They did. Izu-kun was only a baby and Madara wasn’t any older than six at the time. It was lucky that, at that time, my parents were driving down their street. They saw him sitting on the ground, nursing Izuna as he cried. Being the people that they are, my parents stopped. Madara told them everything, despite not knowing them. My parents... just couldn’t leave them alone and didn’t want to give them to someone who might abuse them, so they took them in. We never saw their parents again.”
“That’s so sad...” Sasuke whispered.
“That’s why Madara won’t ever give up on Itachi-kun – they know what abandonment can do so something, and they love three of you too much to ever want to put you through the same pain.”
While the two small Uchiha processed this information, more questions about their guardians had arisen. Both Tobi and Sasuke had tried to ask their uncles about their past, but neither seemed willing to answer certain questions. This was where Hashirama came in – he would answer almost anything that was thrown at him with utter honesty.
“Why does tou-san have so little money when Hashi-san has lots?” Tobi asked softly. “Tobi asked tou-san once before, but he said that he didn’t want to talk about it... Then he went and found Izuna-oji-san and hugged him... Is it a bad answer, Hashi-san?”
Hashirama shook his head sadly. “It is, but it isn’t. When you ask Madara why they have little money, it brings back terrible memories for him and Izuna, you see? Not only that, but I believe that thinking about how poor he is makes Madara feel like a terrible guardian and brother.”
“Will you tell us, Hashi-san?” Sasuke asked. Hashirama nodded.
“Madara-chan dropped out of school before he had even finished grade school to take care of Izuna-kun and never finished. He struggled to find a good job – whereas Tobirama and I came from a rich family and both of us finished school through to the end. We both have high-paying jobs, too. We try and give Madara-chan money all of the time, but he won’t take it.”
“Why would he drop out of school to take care of Izuna-oji-san?” Sasuke asked. “Wouldn’t your parents have taken care of him until Madara-oji-san moved out?”
“Izu-kun dropped out himself before school had hardly started for him, and Madara-chan took it as his responsibility to be home and care for him – but it was probably better that way, anyway...”
“Madara-oji-san sure has a lot of burdens…” Sasuke pointed out with a sorrowful voice.
“He does.” Hashirama agreed. “That’s why it’s vital to understand that even though Madara-chan struggles, he does the best that he can to provide the three of you with everything that he can give you. He puts you kids before him every time.”
Tobi and Sasuke nodded. They approached Hashirama and hugged him tightly. The Senju laughed and hugged them back before picking them up and carrying them to the kitchen.
-XX0
“Itachi-kun!”
Itachi snarled as Izuna called him from downstairs for the third time in as many minutes. “Itachi-kun, come down already!”
“Fuck off!” Itachi screamed back. He got off the bed and slammed the bedroom door closed.
“That does it!”
Itachi rolled his eyes as he heard Madara shout and stomp up the stairs. He only grabbed his phone and sent a text to someone as the angry footsteps drew ever closer to his resting place.
When the bedroom door was opened again and Madara stepped in, Itachi laughed at the look of frustration on Madara’s face.
Madara narrowed his eyes and stormed towards Itachi. He grabbed his nephew’s phone and slipped it into his pocket.
“Hey, fucknuckle!” Itachi screamed. He stood up and got in Madara’s face. “Give me back my fucking phone, you dried up piece of dogshit!”
“No.” Madara said quietly as he pulled away from Itachi. “Why should you have a phone when Izuna and I struggle to take care of you? That could’ve been money spent on food or bills.”
“Give it back, motherfucker!” Itachi screamed again before punching his uncle in the shoulder.
“Don't… Talk about my mother.” Madara growled, hurt in his eyes. He seemed unfazed by the punch. “And, no – I won’t give it back, Itachi. Look at this – Izuna and I have bought you almost everything that you wanted and we could afford. We saved up for years at a time – and you don’t care about how much we’ve suffered because of the amount of money spent on you. You have a phone, an iPod and television in your room, and the other two have nothing. Izuna and I don’t have anything. How many times have we gone hungry because we couldn’t afford food? How many times has the power been disconnected because we couldn’t pay bills?”
“You think that it’s my fault that you can’t pay to take care of us?” Itachi snarled. “Maybe if you stopped fucking your brother, you might be able to whore yourself out to others like the man-whore you are, Madara. Or maybe it’s Izuna who is the whore.”
Itachi didn’t make a noise when Madara’s palm connected with his cheek. He only smirked when tears dripped down his uncle’s cheeks.
“Do not speak about Izuna like that, Itachi…” Madara whispered. “Do you think that I like having to touch Izuna sexually? I don’t! The only reason that I do touch him in a sexual manner is because it’s for his therapy! Izuna is not a whore. Izuna – for your information – wants to practise abstinence, and he has practised it for a very long time.”
“But he’s not a virgin,” Itachi pointed out. “Gave his first time to his teacher, the little slut.”
Another slap rang out around the room and a loud sob from Madara could be heard. “I don’t know what Hashirama told you, but Izuna was raped, Itachi. He didn’t want it.”
“So he tells you.” Itachi smirked. He must have really enjoyed being slapped, because he only chuckled when Madara’s hand connected with his skin again for the third time.
“Why do you do this, Itachi?” Madara whispered, unable to stop his sobs. “Why do you hate us so much? All we’ve ever done is try and help you and give you the life that we never had!”
“I’m sorry, Madara – I don’t want to be a little man-whore who has to rely on his best friend to survive and take care of his retarded brother while he’s at it. How many times have you been fucked by Hashirama, Madara? Or maybe Tobirama is your kind? No, wait… You’re pretty incestuous so you must prefer your own son, right? Oh, I stand corrected – you touch your brother all the time, so you must like his cock the best.”
“ITACHI, STOP IT, JUST FUCKING STOP IT!” Madara screamed. He shoved Itachi away from him and turned to punch the wall. “WHY, ITACHI?! Just… WHY?!”
“Are you beginning to see reality now, Madara?” Itachi asked with an oddly serious voice. “I hope that you are. Maybe once you do, you can begin to fathom just how much I’ve suffered.”
“Itachi, I know more about suffering then you ever will!” Madara snapped, unable to stop the river that was running down his face. “I’ve been through everything that you have, and things that you haven’t experienced! If you think that you can get away with acting like this – just because of your past – you’re wrong! It’s no excuse! You’re the only one who can help yourself, Itachi! I can’t do everything for you, and it’s obvious that you don’t want to get better! …You know what? You’re on your own now, Itachi! Your own! Izuna doesn’t need this when he only wants what’s best for you!”
“So you’re giving up on me because of your brother?” Itachi smirked. “I can certainly see now who you favour. Do you have threesomes with Izuna and the Senju brothers? You all seem like the type who has experimented together at least once – I must be right because Izuna and Tobira --!”
“Itachi, if I’ve experimented with them before or not is my business, and this is exactly what I’m talking about! You know what? It’s just a waste of time talking to you. Do it yourself. I’m going to go and act like a real brother should and go love my own, now.”
“You love his cock!” Itachi called after Madara, taunting in his voice. The older Uchiha stormed from the room, slamming the door shut behind him. “And give me my phone back, you cunt!”
Madara didn’t return, and Itachi screamed angrily. He hated his life so much, but he needed to get his vengeance upon the world before he could kill himself.
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