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Can Trust Be Repaired, Aniki?	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2847 -:- 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.

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Senju Hashirama was content as he sat on his couch that morning, quietly reading a book. Tobirama had just left for school and Madara hadn’t called to tell him that the younger male was coming around today, so he had figured that he had the house to himself for a few hours at least.
That was what Hashirama had thought until he heard a furious pounding on his front door.
Hashirama placed the bookmark in his book and sat it down on the couch before approaching the front door warily. He peaked through the eyehole at the top of the door, and when he saw the familiar mane of messy black hair, his heart began pounding in his chest -- something had to have happened to Madara for him to be banging at the door like this.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” Hashirama asked after he unlocked the front door and opened it to let his boyfriend inside of the house.
Madara just whimpered and threw himself at the Senju, hugging him tightly as he cried hysterically into the older man’s chest. “H-hashirama…!”
“Madara-chan, tell me what’s wrong…” Hashirama was gentle as he spoke to his boyfriend, knowing that something horrible had to have happened to do this to the usually calm Uchiha – Madara only ever called Hashirama by his given name when he was extremely distressed. “…Was it your parents again? ...Did they… maybe touch you again…?”
Madara shivered at the Senju’s words and shook his head. “No… But… Hashirama… I… I raped my baby brother…”’
Madara could feel the confusion wafting from Hashirama and he tensed up -- what would the Senju say to this?
“…” Hashirama was silent for a few minutes before he pulled Madara into a tighter hug and helped him out into the lounge room.
Hashirama could see that Madara was covered in a lot of new bruises which weren’t there just last night – could something have happened to the Uchiha after he had left the younger alone at the bar to go home and sleep? If that was the case, was it Hashirama’s fault that Madara was like this?
Hashirama tried to sit Madara down on the couch but the boy refused to let go of him.
Madara only tightened his grip on his lover’s shirt and buried his face in the Senju’s chest.
Hashirama was gentle as he tried to pry Madara off of him. He had almost gotten the black-haired one to lie down on the couch, but Madara just pulled himself up again and had hidden his face in Hashirama’s chest – the Uchiha just didn’t want to part from him right now, it seemed.
Hashirama sighed as he gave up, sitting down instead and allowing the younger to cling to him like a lifeline. The Senju gently stroked Madara’s back, rubbing small, comforting circles into it, allowing the Uchiha to cry into him. His eyes filled with tears as he tenderly rubbed a bruise on the Uchiha’s face, and no matter how hard he tried to get Madara to talk, the Uchiha refused, just whimpering and sobbing loudly, tightening his hold on the Senju.
Not a word was spoken from Madara for about twenty minutes before he dared utter a word. “Please don't hate me…” He sobbed, his body shaking violently.
Hashirama was startled -- why would he hate Madara? He knew that what Madara had done to his brother was terrible, but surely he shouldn’t hate him over that, right? The shorter male was drunk, and he had suffered so much more than he would allow people to see.
Right now Madara needed someone to help take care of him –he had never been so distressed before, and Hashirama was worried about whether or not the Uchiha would take it all out on himself.
“Of course I don't hate you, baby…” Hashirama whispered, planting a kiss on the top of Madara’s head. “I could never hate you… Tell me what happened and maybe I can help you…”
Madara shook his head wildly, choking on barely-contained sobs.
Hashirama understood that maybe Madara wasn’t ready to speak about what he had done and what had happened after, so he was patient, waiting until the younger boy could speak again. As he was to find out soon, Madara would not be able to speak about what had happened until a long time from now.
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Back at the Uchiha household, Izuna lay in his bed, crying hysterically. He was still in so much pain from last night, but his parents had forced him go to school, no matter how much Izuna had pleaded and begged to stay home -- not only because of the pain but also because of the humiliation.
Izuna hated his parents. They were so cruel. Instead of talking to Madara and Izuna about what had happened, they had bashed Madara before kicking him out of the house and, after that, had turned on Izuna for allowing it to happen.
Izuna could still remember the way that his parents had called both he and Madara whores and sluts, and saying that they never wanted anything to do with Madara ever again, and as far as they cared, Madara could kill himself and they would only be glad that they would never have to “look at his faggot face” again.
The younger Uchiha just wanted to be left alone right now. His parents didn't care at all for Izuna’s pain and wouldn’t take him to the hospital to get a check-up on the damage – hell, they had forced him to go to school, and had even rang the school telling everyone that Madara had raped Izuna.
Izuna hated the way his teachers had just looked at him with sad eyes -- it made him feel so dirty for not being strong enough to fight his drunken brother off, and the kids that had somehow found out about the situation found great joy in teasing and bullying Izuna because of it, only adding to the Uchiha’s growing distress.
Izuna was just glad that at the lunchbreaks at school he was able to stay with Madara’s boyfriend’s younger brother, Tobirama, and confide in him everything that had happened. Tobirama and Izuna were best friends, and always had been, for as long as he could remember.
Even though Tobirama was older than Izuna -- and even Madara -- it didn't change one thing between Izuna and the Senju --Tobirama was someone Izuna trusted with his life, and always would.
Tobirama had been furious at first when Izuna told him what Madara had done to him, but he had still pulled Izuna into a comforting hold, allowing the Uchiha to cry into him and the Senju had fought off teachers and students alike who tried to approach Izuna and see what was wrong with him.
Tobirama, though he had never actually been raped before, could still understand to some extent what Izuna was going through – he had, after Izuna told him about what had happened, explained that when he and his brother were little boys, their uncle had molested them both on countless occasions.
But now, at Izuna’s home, he was all alone -- neither of his parents cared about him or Madara, and certainly wouldn’t comfort him, even after what had just happened. They would only slap his face, shove him away violently, and yell at him to toughen up and get over it.
Izuna was incredibly lucky that he hadn’t been kicked out of the house along with Madara -- the small Uchiha knew that the only reason that Izuna was still in his bedroom right now was because neither of his parents would be able to claim pity from their friends for Madara ‘running away’ from home if word got out that they had kicked their sixteen-year-old son out of the house for being raped.
“Aniki…” Izuna whimpered desperately, clutching his pillow tightly as he curled up in a ball on his bed. He wished that Tobirama was there with him to comfort him, but the older male had to work that day after school or he would’ve gone home with the Uchiha to help look after him – he knew what the Uchiha’s parents were like and it made the Senju absolutely sick to his guts.
Poor Izuna was almost all alone in his time of need right now, and he knew it. But what he didn't know was that things were going to get so much more rough in the coming days, and he wouldn’t be prepared for what was about to happen. No one would be prepared.
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