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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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“Are you comfortable, Izuna?”
Izuna looked over at Tobirama who was standing in the doorway, watching him in concern. He nodded and smiled weakly, trying to bring comfort to the worried male. He moved over on Tobirama’s bed to make room for the Senju before slipping under the covers.
“I am.” Izuna whispered. “I’m just worried about nii-san…”
Tobirama took his shirt off and threw it in the corner of the room. He dropped his pants next in order to change into something comfy for bed. Izuna watched as the male walked over to the bed.
“Your brother will be okay.” Tobirama smiled as he climbed in next to Izuna.
“I hope so…” Izuna mumbled. He snuggled in close to Tobirama. “Thank you for letting me sleep with you, Tobi…”
“You’re welcome, Izu-kun.” Tobirama smiled, kissing the Uchiha on the temple. “Just sleep, okay? Wake me up if you need anything.”
Izuna nodded. “Okay…”
The two stayed close, holding each other. Before they knew it, they were asleep. Izuna was plagued by nightmares about Madara. When Izuna woke up through the night crying, he knew that if Madara died, Izuna would follow after him without hesitation.
-XX-
Hashirama smiled as he sat in the car, waiting at the lights. He was watching a family come out of a diner together, and they seemed to be having a great time. He loved to see families so happy – he loved seeing people so happy.
Hashirama put the car into motion once the lights changed. His thoughts wandered back to Itachi. He was going to go and confront the Uchiha about his behaviour, but this time he wasn’t going to be kind about it. Itachi had put Madara into hospital and that was unforgivable.
Hashirama was going to give Itachi a piece of his mind, and he wasn’t going to be nice – Madara was extremely important to the Senju, and anyone who dared harm him or Izuna were in serious trouble.
When Hashirama turned the car into the Uchiha’s driveway just a half-hour later, he turned it off and walked to the front door. It was already ajar, so he invited himself in. Itachi should know how dangerous it was leaving the door unlocked in this neighbourhood.
“Itachi!” Hashirama called out as he put his coat onto the rack by the door. “Itachi, are you here?”
“Fuck off, Senju!” So he was here. It sounded like he was upstairs, too. Such a lovely child Itachi was…
Hashirama sighed and travelled up the stairs, pushing Itachi’s bedroom door open. He stopped and stared at the Uchiha closely, his heart melting at the sight.
The young Uchiha was on his bed with bandages around his wrists. His bedroom smelled of drugs once again. There was a blood patch on the boy’s bed sheets as well as the hardwood floor, and the bandages themselves looked as if there had been a lot of leakage.
Hashirama felt the anger boil inside of him – how dare Itachi live like this and bring everyone else around him down?! The Senju closed the bedroom door, stepping closer to the boy.
“Itachi, the way you have been acting for the last couple of years is unacceptable.” Hashirama growled. “You’ve been nothing but trouble and have burdened your family with many problems. I’m going to put you straight, Itachi. I don’t care that I’m not Madara – I’ll do what he should have done long ago.”
“What, you think you’re going to become the hero of this story, Hashirama?” Itachi mocked. “You won’t. Are you really that upset by Madara’s heart attack? Who gives a shit? At least he’s out of my way for now. Maybe he’ll actually die…”
“Uchiha Itachi!” Hashirama – for once in his life – shouted. “That is your uncle you are talking about! The same uncle who has done nothing but love you! Stop this nonsense or I’ll make it stop!”
“Get fucked, Senju!” Itachi shouted back. “I’ll do what I damn well want! I’m not your kid, so you shouldn’t care about me! I live my life just fine – and no one can stop me from living it!”
“Yes, because your life is real good, isn’t it, Itachi?!” Hashirama shouted. “You’re fifteen, and already you drink, do drugs, smoke and have sex with people you don’t even know! Someone has to stop you before you ruin your life beyond repair! You should be out with friends and talking about girls!”
“What I do is my business! It doesn’t affect you, so leave me alone!”
“No, I won’t!” Hashirama yelled. “You have so much to live for, Itachi! This is not you! You’re a sweet young man! What happened to you, Itachi? What?!”
“I’ve already told you what happened to me, Senju!” Itachi screamed. “So fuck off and stop pretending that you care about me, because none of you do!”
“Is this what it is?! You think that we’re pretending?! I tell you now, Itachi – none of us are pretending! We’re all so very worried about what you’ve become! Is that sweet little boy still there inside of you somewhere?! Is he?! If he is, I want to talk to him!”
“He’s dead!” Itachi screeched. “He died a long time ago! This is me now!”
“No, it’s not! I’ve seen you, Itachi! You are human – you have emotions! I’ve seen you! You can show remorse and sadness at times, so why do you hold onto such hate and anger?! It does nothing for you!”
“Life’s a bitch, isn’t it, Senju?”
“Life's only a 'bitch' if you choose to sit down and take what comes and look at the bad things! Maybe somebody said life isn't supposed to be easy, but who said it's supposed to be hard?!”
“How are you supposed to not look at the bad things, Senju?! If I don’t, how will I ever truly know who I am and why I’m here?!”
“That's your problem -- taking the step back! You're here now! You can't go back – ever! Living in regret is going to do nothing -- ever!”
“Shut up, Senju!”
“I guess that's one piece of reality that a person needs to get, and then they realise that happiness is great.” Hashirama continued on in a softer tone. “It doesn't matter where you're from - even where you are - it matters where you are going, Itachi. Where are you going in your life?”
“…” Itachi was silent, but he glared at Hashirama.
“Do you understand where I’m coming from, Itachi-kun?” Hashirama’s voice was kind again now -- gentle.
“Fuck. You.” Itachi spat.
Hashirama shook his head sadly. “Itachi-kun, I truly do believe that you can still be salvaged. Everyone has that little piece of light in them that can still save them. I’m not going to give up on you, Itachi. I won’t ever give up on you.”
Itachi’s tired eyes glared at Hashirama. “You say that, but don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“Who said I can’t keep that promise?” Hashirama smiled. “Now, please – look deep inside of yourself and find that little boy that you once were – that you still are!”
“I told you that he’s dead!” Itachi screamed again, his eyes wide. “He’s dead, and he’s never coming back!”
“He’s not dead, Itachi-kun. You’re hiding who you really are under this tough act because you’re afraid of being hurt again, Itachi! You’ve hidden yourself so well that even you believe that all you are, is – is this! It’s all you can see yourself as!”
“This is me! If I let go of my hatred and anger, then I’ll only be a shell of me! I won’t allow it to happen!”
“You are a shell! Haven’t you been listening? You’re one of the nicest, politest boys I’ve ever met! I know that he’s still in there somewhere – buried underneath all of your hate and anger!”
Itachi shrieked angrily, getting to his feet and grabbing his pocket knife off of the bedside table. He ran to Hashirama with it raised in his hand.
“I’m gonna kill you!” Itachi screamed, his whole body shaking as he charged at the Senju.
Hashirama stood his ground calmly. At the last second, he knocked the knife out of Itachi’s hands -- pulling him into a deep hug. Itachi struggled at first, but he soon gave in, hugging Hashirama back tightly and crying for the first time in years.
Hashirama vaguely wondered if all Itachi had needed was a hug and when the last time he had received one was, but the important thing right now was that Itachi was finally allowing himself to lose the tough act.
“I’m always here for you, Itachi…” Hashirama mumbled, tightening his hold on Itachi and resting his face in the silky raven hair. “Always… Even if you hate me for it…”
“…” Whether or not it was a subconscious action, Hashirama felt Itachi’s grip on his shirt sleeve tighten.
-XX-
What must have been an hour or so later, Itachi was just too tired to argue back with Hashirama. He allowed the Senju to carry him out to the car and strap him in, and before he knew it, he was on his way to the Senju’s home – and he knew that he was there to stay until Madara returned from the hospital.
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