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Save Us, Daddy	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2142 -:- 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-Save Us, Daddy
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-11
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
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  Police had been out searching everywhere for Sora and the twins but Madara was too upset to leave his friend’s house to help search – the last time he had tried to help search, he had barely gotten out of his neighbourhood before he broke down into hysterics in the middle of the road.
Madara was desperate to hear from the police that his two precious children had been found alive, well and safe, but it seemed that it wouldn’t happen anytime soon -- it had been over a day since Madara got the picture sent to him, and not even a clue as to their whereabouts had been found just yet.
So now, as Madara waited impatiently for any news, he was sitting in his neighbour-slash-friend’s living room while his friend was in the kitchen, preparing a hot drink for them both to try and calm the Uchiha down a little.
Madara was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice his friend coming back into the living room. It was the ginger-haired man’s voice that broke Madara out of his trance.
“Madara…?” Madara’s friend, Pein, called gently, sitting down on the couch beside the raven, handing him a mug of hot chocolate.   “You okay, buddy? Do you need to talk some more?”
Madara shook his head, his tears streaming down his face once more at these words, and all he could think about was what would happen if his boys were found… well, not living... “How did… How did you survive…?”
Pein honestly didn’t know how to answer Madara’s question – he knew that even though he had survived his own ordeal, Madara’s boys probably wouldn’t – they were so young and unable to fight anyone off, so…
As Pein thought about Madara’s question, he remembered how he had watched his own parents’ murder as he hid underneath his bed.
“Well… I…” Pein bit his lip before shaking his head, unable to speak about that traumatic event in his life. “Madara, it’ll be okay; they’re gonna find them! I’m sure that they will!”
Madara could only whimper in what Pein knew was disbelief, and as the Uchiha broke down into hysterics once again, Pein understood that he was hovering at the edge of his limit -- he had put up with so much in his life that this was his breaking point, and if something happened to those kids, Madara would give up – hell, the only reason he was still here today was to take care of them.
Madara had had to put up with abusive parents all of his life, the unsolved murder of his brother, the betrayal of his entire family, cheated on, abused and raped by just about all of his previous lovers, and then getting together with the psycho Sora and having twins with her only to have them taken away from him and possibly murdered.
Pein could only watch as Madara let a lifetime of repressed emotions out in one wave of agony. It was heartbreaking to watch.
--LINEBREAK—
On the third day of his boys’ kidnapping, a police officer finally showed up at Madara’s home with what should’ve been good news – though Madara would most likely take it as horrible news.
Just moments after having knocked on the door, Madara opened the door and the officer took pity in the man’s appearance.
Madara had been so depressed he hadn’t bothered to wash or even brush his hair, and he was wearing a dirty short sleeved shirt and pants. He looked ready to drop to the ground in exhaustion.
“Good day, Madara-san.” The officer said kindly, reaching out to shake Madara’s hand. “How are you?”
“Did you find my boys?” Madara croaked out, ignoring the question -- he had cried so much his throat hurt. Madara just wanted to get right to the point – he wanted to know if his children were okay or not.
The officer smiled softly and nodded. “We did, actually. They’re at the hospital right now receiving treatment for their injuries. We couldn’t locate Uchiha Sora but rest assured we will find her. What she has done to those boys is horrible.”
Madara looked terrified at being told that his boys were injured, and he couldn’t help but cry softly as he invited the officer into his home.
Madara quickly changed into some clean clothes and then grabbed his car keys, intent on getting to the hospital as fast as he could to see his two children. The officer had offered to drive him down to the hospital but Madara had politely declined seeing as he didn't feel comfortable in another man’s presence.
But now, Madara was driving all the way to the hospital by himself, and said Uchiha could barely see the road and traffic around him because he was crying so hard -- what would his two children be like? How badly were they injured? Would they be scared? Happy to see him? Madara was terrified of the answer.
Pulling into the hospital’s car park not long later, Madara flew to reception and asked where his kids were. Having gotten directions, he sprinted down to the room he had been told that the twins were being held in.
Throwing the door open, Madara hurried into the room and collapsed by Obito’s bedside, tears of joy streaming down his cheeks as he reached out and took his son’s hand gently. Madara looked around for Tobi, and seeing him in the next bed, Madara was glad that he had both of them back -- he couldn’t live without his children.
As Madara surveyed his two children, he noticed the bandage wrapped tightly across Obito’s eye, and his worry grew instantly – there was no way that that could be good.
Madara shook Obito gently, whispering for him to wake up, but the kid seemed to be too deeply drugged to take notice of anything in the real world. Looking closely at both of the boys, Madara noticed that they were both placed on blood drips and had many bandages and stitching on their body, but apart from that, they seemed fine – just placed in a drug-induced rest.
Madara had spent almost ten minutes in the room with his kids before a nurse entered, smiling at him.
“These your boys?” she asked kindly, gesturing to the two twins.
Madara nodded proudly. “Yes, they are.”
“They’re beautiful kids, Uchiha-san.” The nurse smiled brighter. “Seems like you love them a lot.”
“I do.” Madara smiled back. “How are they holding up?”
The nurse frowned at the question and went over her medical notes, trying to find the answer for Madara. “We… we’re having a bit of a problem knowing who is who, but… the doctors who had tended to their injuries have codenamed them OneEye and TwoEye. You see… your son had his left eye slashed out…”
Madara gasped and pulled Obito into a tight hug, instantly understanding why his boy had a bandage wrapped tightly across his face, and for once in his life, he felt his temper rising – how dare that slut do this to his children! He loved them more than anything, and she dares harm them!
“My baby boy!” Madara whimpered, unable to hold in his tears – he was on the verge of breaking down, but he knew that now wasn’t the time – he needed to be strong for his babies.
The nurse cleared her throat, gathering Madara’s attention. She looked saddened at such an emotional display, and she reached out and placed a gentle hand on the Uchiha’s shoulder in what he could only guess what comfort.
Madara, however, flinched and tensed, causing the nurse to pull her hand away with an even sadder expression on her face.
“Both of the boys have suffered many lacerations and stab wounds,” the nurse continued on tenderly, “and it appears they had been beaten savagely as well. The doctor has written on his notes that… both of the boys displayed much more fearfulness than is normal, even considering the situation. He greatly recommended… a psychological evaluation as he suspected a deep trauma in both of the boys. I am so very sorry to have to break the news to you…”
Madara wiped his eyes on his sleeve, trying to contain his emotions because it wouldn’t do to lose control right here and right now, but he knew that it was easier said than done – all he could do was blame himself for this mess. Why didn't he leave that psycho! Why! His poor babies had paid the price for his stupidity! He knew he should have left but he hadn’t!
“I…” Madara whispered, his voice full of emotional agony, shaking and cracking under all the stress. “I understand… as soon as I can take them home I will organise an appointment for them both… Thank you so very much for taking care of my babies…”
The nurse nodded, looking sincerely sorry for Madara and the two kids. She offered a small, weak smile before she spoke again.
“I really do hope that they’ll get better, Uchiha-san…” She said gently. “We’ll do all we can to help them. I promise.”
Madara smiled weakly at her, unable to thank her enough. “Thank you… Thank you so much… I just want to bring my babies home safe and sound… Thank you…”
With that, the nurse smiled again and left the room, and Madara spent the next two weeks in the hospital by his boys’ sides, not leaving the hospital for anything.
--LINEBREAK--
  It had been a few months since they had been kidnapped, and although Sora had not returned back to their home, the police had been unable to locate her. Because of her sudden disappearance, Madara had taken every precaution to make sure that she couldn’t get back into the house – he had changed every lock on the doors and windows, put small bars across said windows, had asked his neighbours to keep an eye out for Sora in the neighbourhood, among many other things.
On top of that, Madara had done as the doctors had advised him and made an appointment for his boys, where both were diagnosed as severely traumatised, having Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder and a severe phobia of other people, as well as anxiety, slight depression, and a small bout of paranoia – though by now, Madara was sure that the depression and paranoia had been resolved.
Madara was the only person his boys seemed to trust now and would allow to touch them. If anyone else tried to get close to them they would scream and cower on the ground as if they were expecting a beating. It broke Madara’s heart to see them like that, so Madara was very careful about who he allowed into his home now, and if he had to go into town, he always left his kids with Pein, seeing as the boys were familiar with the ginger and wasn’t as bad with him – though they still didn’t like Pein coming near them.
However, on this particular night, Madara was going to have another breakdown, pulling him ever closer to the edge of insanity.
“And then they lived happily ever after,” Madara closed the story book in his hands, placing it on the bedside table and reaching down to pet his kids’ hair lovingly. “The end.”
Tobi was already fast asleep but Obito didn't want to go to bed – he only wanted to hear more stories from his father, not wanting to face the nightmares that lay in wait for him. “What happened next, dad?”
Madara thought about it before shrugging with a smile. “I don't know, Obito. You tell me. What do you think happened next?”
Obito yawned tiredly before speaking slowly. “Well… maybe the princess had babies and was mean to them, too.”
Madara’s small smile disappeared at Obito’s words, replaced with a heartbroken frown. He reached down and grabbed Obito’s hand, squeezing it tightly.
“Not everyone is like your mommy, Obito,” Madara explained softly, trying to dissuade Obito from his stereotyped way of thinking – he seemed to think that above all else, his father was the only nice person in the world and everyone else was cruel and abusive like his mother. “I think that the princess might have had babies, too, but maybe she loved them like I love you and Tobi.”
“…Well, then, maybe the dad was mean to them!” Obito cried out, convinced that someone was nasty to the babies. “O-or the princess was mean to the prince!”
Madara shook his head, trying to keep his tears at bay. “Obito, I don't think either of them was mean to anyone else, Obito, especially their own children, okay?”
“But--” Obito begun but Madara cut him off.
“No, Obito,” Madara said softly, reaching out to hug Obito tightly. “No more discussing about this, okay? Sleep time. I’ll be in my room if you need me.”
Obito frowned but nodded. He hugged Madara back tightly and allowed his father to tuck him into bed and place a kiss on both his and Tobi’s foreheads.
“Good night and sweet dreams, boys,” Madara said with a smile as he flicked the bedside lamp off and exited the room, leaving the door open only a crack so a small bit of light could flood in and make both of the boys feel just a little bit safer.
Madara sighed as he walked to his own room, sitting down on his bed and placing his face in his hands. What was he going to do? His boys needed him, but at the same time, Madara needed someone to help support him and keep him feeling safe and loved -- ever since his brother had been murdered, Madara couldn’t stand being alone, though it was more of a fear than anything else, really.
Madara loved his kids but he needed someone to love him. Not just mentally and emotionally, but physically as well, and even though Sora had abused both him and the boys, he had needed her physically to keep himself from falling further into his depression. It wasn’t the sex that Madara craved; it was the closeness and the touch of the other person which made him feel better than the sex ever had.
The only problem was that Madara wasn’t exactly the most trusting person around. He didn't like letting people close to him physically or emotionally unless he knew them well, and the problem was that it took so long for him to break down the walls around his heart that by the time he was so close to letting others in, he was all alone again, left behind in the dust so that other person could pursue someone else who was willing to give their body to them.
Madara’s brother was the longest relationship Madara had ever had until he was murdered as a young teen. Madara’s boys came in second length-wise, though he knew that if his brother were still alive, then they would never be apart. Madara had never had a sexual relationship for more than a few weeks apart from Sora, but that was because she knew what to say and do to get Madara into the bed with his pants down whether he wanted it or not, and sometimes he wondered if it was just because he was never quite ready for sex that people got fed up with him and left, or because Madara was so… so shut off from the world.
Either way, Madara was beginning to think he could never find someone who could love someone like him, and this thought was enough to cause Madara to spend the whole night crying again. He could only wish that there would be someone out there for him, but little did Madara know that he was about to meet his perfect someone just a few days later.
--LINEBREAK--
While the boys were in the care of Pein, Madara had hurried into town to do his shopping. He had spent so long taking care of the kids’ needs that he hadn’t noticed how depleted the pantry and fridge had become, and Madara knew that he couldn’t let it get any emptier.
The Uchiha stood in the breakfast aisle to try and find a new cereal for the boys, and as he decided on a completely new brand for the kids to try, he reached out to grab a box when his hand came into contact with someone else’s. Madara pulled away with a gasp, looking down at the ground, fighting back tears of fright.
The person who had reached for the same box of cereal chuckled, grabbing it and thrusting it towards Madara.
“You take it,” he smiled, his arm still extended with the box on the other end.
Madara blushed and grabbed the box warily, not making eye contact but taking in the man’s physical features, trying to work out if the man was a threat to him or not. The man had long, brown hair and was rather tan compared to Madara’s naturally pale skin, and was at least a foot taller than Madara. He wore a simple plain white shirt that was left unbuttoned up the top and a brown jacket over it, with tight jeans and running shoes completing the outfit.
“Thanks…” Madara mumbled, putting the box in his shopping trolley, looking at the ground as he tensed.
“Is that cereal for you?” The man asked kindly – it seemed that he could sense Madara’s discomfort and was trying to lighten the mood.
Madara blushed once more, reaching up and playing with a strand of his long hair. “N-no… they’re for my boys…”
“I see,” the man smiled once again. “I'm buying it for my brother. He’s too lazy to do the shopping himself so I have to buy him everything or else he would let himself starve and waste away inside his bedroom.”
Madara smiled slightly, looking up just enough to stop his gaze just under the man’s eyes. “W-what’s your name?” He asked shyly.
The man chuckled a little, extending his hand once more towards Madara. “You’re a shy little thing, aren’t you? I'm Hashirama. Senju Hashirama.”
“M-madara…” Madara reached out to shake the hand that was waiting for him patiently. “Uchiha Madara…”
“Madara, huh?” Hashirama smiled. “That’s a nice name. So tell me about your boys. Oh, if you want to, of course. I don’t want to seem like a creep.”
Madara smiled a little more brightly, his voice becoming more confident. “Well, they’re twins, and they’re seven… And…”
“What are their names?” Hashirama sounded genuinely interested in the kids, and that shocked Madara -- when people tried to get close to him they usually only wanted him for his body but once they found out that Madara took so long to have sex they would just leave him, but this man… Already Madara could tell that he was different.
“Umm…” Madara faltered a little at this memory before pushing it away, wanting to trust Hashirama – if he was taking the time to find out about Madara’s kids in a casual conversation, than already he was different than everyone else Madara had ‘dated’. “Well, Obito is a few seconds older than Tobi… And, umm… Well, they’re really close to each other and are always together…”
Hashirama smiled – a genuine smile, Madara noted. “Sounds like my brother and I. My brother’s name is even Tobirama. How is that for a coincidence?”
  Madara chuckled a little, seemingly relaxed by Hashirama’s gentle aura. He started a little as Hashirama suddenly stepped closer to him before relaxing only a second later – it was obvious that the Senju wasn’t about to hurt him.
“You have a bruise on your neck,” Hashirama said, sounding sad, reaching out to place a gentle hand on the bruise. “Did someone hurt you?”
Madara dropped his gaze and Hashirama could instantly feel the sadness and anxiety drifting from Madara. The Senju wondered what could’ve caused this, but he knew better than to question Madara so soon in their meeting. However, Madara was stuck in the memory of gaining that bruise. Once his kids had gotten out of the hospital, he had tried the dating game once again, and after being invited over to an older man’s home for a trial date, Madara was hit continuously before being forced into the bedroom where their clothes were removed and Madara wished that he had never gone over to this man’s home.
“So they did…” Hashirama’s voice was sad, and it was enough to break Madara out of his traumatising memories. Those words and that tone of voice had startled Madara -- why would Hashirama care? They had only known each other for ten minutes or so!
“H-hashirama…” Madara whimpered out, his body quivering as he tried to hold his emotions within his already-exhausted body.
“Shh…” Hashirama could see the way Madara was losing control of his emotions and wrapped his arms around the Uchiha, taking note of the way Madara tensed badly, but only a few minutes of caressing and soothing words had coaxed Madara into relaxing in the Senju’s arms.
“Hashirama…” Madara whispered once he felt that he was in control of his emotions again, and he reached up to grab hold of Hashirama’s jacket sleeve, clutching it tightly.
“I'm here for you,” Hashirama said gently, holding Madara tightly. “I barely know you and already I care for you so much…”
“Hashirama…” Madara buried his face in the Senju’s chest, and only one thought was going through Madara’s mind – he wanted to get to know Hashirama better and hopefully become friends with him. The Uchiha looked up and smiled softly at the Senju. “…Would you like to come over to my home for lunch…?”
Hashirama chuckled and nodded, rocking Madara side-to-side. “I would love to, Madara-kun. I would love to.”
Kun? Madara grinned brightly at the honorific Hashirama had blessed him with – no one had been so nice to him in so long, and already Madara could feel himself becoming attached to a man he had just met not even half-an-hour ago. Was this the start of a good friendship or something more? Madara blushed as he silently wished that they could become something more than friends, but the Uchiha wasn’t about to say this to the Senju just yet – whether Hashirama would like him back or not didn’t matter so long as they could be friends. Just being friends was enough for Madara – he would keep his new-found crush forever silent just so he could be with said crush in a friendly way.
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