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I'll Save Your Life	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2903 -:- 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-I'll Save Your Life
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Madara woke up the next morning feeling strangely… safe - until he remembered where he was. He sat up in a hurry, looking around everywhere for Hashirama. The older male was nowhere to be seen.
Madara felt the side of the bed that Hashirama had slept on, only to find that it was cold.
"What do I do?" Madara whispered to himself in fear – he was absolutely terrified of the idea of getting out of bed and being caught wandering around without permission.
Madara had eventually decided to stay in the bed for a while until someone came in and got him - if they ever did. He was too scared to leave the bed, but he was willing to stay there for as long as it took for him to be discovered.
A knock sounded not long after on the outside of the bedroom door, making Madara jump in terror - whom was it and what did they want with him?
Madara lay back down under the covers, trying to pretend that he was still sleeping. As the intruder entered the room, his heart began racing and his breathing quickened. If that weren't enough, the tremors his body had created from his terror would surely give him away as still being awake.
"Madara-sama, I know you're awake." The interloper said, walking across to the other side of the room and opening the huge curtains. "Please get up. Hashirama-danna has asked me to wake you."
Madara sighed before reluctantly opening his eyes. Well, what was the point of pretending if his façade was seen through? He looked up, coming face-to-face with one of the butlers.
The butler didn't smile at Madara, but there was a cold expression on his face that the Uchiha was used to seeing directed at him.
Madara sat up sadly, lowering his head. What was he going to do now? Madara felt like crying – he had hoped that Hashirama would be the one to come and fetch him…
"Hashirama-danna has asked me to escort you down to the kitchen for lunch." The butler continued on when Madara didn't answer him. "He believed that sleeping in until twelve-thirty was enough time for you to get sufficient rest."
Madara nodded silently, glaring at the butler as he reluctantly stood up and followed him down the maze of a mansion and finally into what seemed to be a dining area and kitchen conjoined. The kitchen was huge, and in a corner free of counters and other kitchen appliances was a rather large table. Hashirama and his brother were sitting at it, eating and conversing happily together.
"Sit, Madara-sama." The butler said indifferently, pushing the Uchiha forwards towards the table without prior warning.
At the unexpected push, Madara had fallen to the ground with a small cry of pain, alerting the two Senju to his presence. Hashirama stood up immediately and ran to Madara's side, helping him to get back on his feet.
"Are you alright?" Hashirama asked worriedly.
Madara pushed Hashirama's hands away with a small growl once he was able to stand up again. It seemed that he was embarrassed at having fallen over – especially at having accepted help just to get back up.
The Uchiha - to Hashirama, anyway - seemed to be a proud person with anger issues that were often hidden behind his timid appearance. Hashirama knew that the teenager genuinely was timid and that none of it was an act. That was what upset the Senju. He wondered if the anger had developed out of that attribute as a way of coping or trying to feel in control.
"I don't need your help," Madara said, brushing himself off and staring at the ground. He hadn't once made eye-contact with the older Senju.
"Alright." Hashirama said, pulling his hands back to his own person. "I am sorry, Madara-kun. Please join us for lunch. We are having inarizushi and roe for lunch."
Madara's mood perked up at the mention of his favourite food, his anger and embarrassment quickly forgotten. "Inarizushi?"
"Yes." Hashirama smiled - glad to have gotten Madara to open up somewhat. "And roe."
Madara's mood dampened again at the word 'roe'. "…I can't stand roe…"
"Oh… Well, then, don't have any. Help yourself to as much inarizushi as you want, Madara-kun. There's plenty to go around."
For a fraction of a second, the older Senju swore he had seen a ghost of a smile appear on the young Uchiha's face before it was replaced once again by Madara's (almost) expressionless mask.
However, Madara's enthusiasm for the inarizushi showed just how happy Madara really was as said child sprinted to the table before grabbing the food and shoving it into his mouth as if his life depended on it.
Tobirama watched with a disgusted look on his face before standing up to move over to Hashirama. He leant in close to whisper to his older brother, quiet enough so that Madara couldn't hear him.
"Why did you pick him?" Tobirama asked, distaste in his voice. "I don't like him."
"It was your dare, otouto." Hashirama replied in a cool manner, keeping his voice steady so that Madara couldn't pick up on anything being wrong. "And I didn't order him personally - he was the one chosen to be sent to me. But I don't care because I love him, Tobi."
"Get rid of him." Tobirama hissed, glaring at the Uchiha as Madara tried to stuff his pockets – subtly, of course – full of inarizushi. "I don't want him here."
"But I can't go back on a dare." Hashirama smiled, subtle teasing in his voice.
Tobirama scowled before stomping back to the table and grabbing his plate of food. He stormed to the table end that was furthest from Madara.
If Madara had noticed, he didn't care - he was too busy eating.
Hashirama smiled at the Uchiha, moving seats so that he was sitting next to the young raven-haired boy. He casually reached out for some roe, not wanting Madara to feel uncomfortable by thinking that he had only moved to do something to the teenager. He watched prostitute out of the corner of his eye, smiling amusedly as said boy had stopped eating for just a second to blanch in disgust at the roe that Hashirama was now eating.
"How can you eat that?" Madara asked with his mouth full of Inarizushi - causing Tobirama to narrow his eyes in hatred at the Uchiha from the other end of the table.
"Didn't your parents teach you any manners?" Tobirama growled, frowning as food had flown from Madara's mouth while the Uchiha tried to speak to Hashirama.
Madara turned to Tobirama at the question, his eyes full of anger.
"Don't speak about my parents!" Madara shouted, slamming his hands down on the table.
Hashirama placed a hand on Madara's shoulder, hoping to calm the younger down.
"I am sorry about Tobi, Madara-kun." Hashirama said with sincerity in his voice, casting a warning glance over at his brother. "Sometimes I wonder if our parents ever taught him any manners."
Madara turned to glare at Hashirama before his face relaxed slightly, seeing the sad expression on the older male's face - did Hashirama really feel bad about what his brother had said? But… why should he? Hashirama had no reason to like him! …Right…?
Madara turned back to glare at Tobirama heatedly before returning to his food, not wanting to pass up his chance to have a full-stomach for once. He had been so caught up in 'stealing' the last of the inarizushi that he hadn't even noticed that Hashirama had been watching him for a while.
"Say, Madara-kun." Hashirama spoke, gathering the Uchiha's attention. "Do you really want to go back to that place?"
Madara shook his head in an instant, terror flittering across his face at the mere thought of returning. "No…"
Hashirama smiled to try and comfort Madara, hope boiling up inside of him. "Well… how would you like to stay here?"
Madara choked on the food pouch at the mere suggestion – it was absurd! Why would the Senju even want him around? Did Hashirama just want him for permanent sex or something? But…
Madara remembered how last night Hashirama had said no to sex, so could he… was there just the slightest chance that the brown-haired man wasn't like all of the others?
"…" Madara just stared at the ground, not knowing what to say to Hashirama.
"Of course I cannot force you," Hashirama continued on, taking note of Madara's silence, "but I think you will be much happier here than where you are made to stay. You will not be harmed or abused here and no one will ever force you into sex or anything of the like."
Madara closed his eyes completely as he thought about Hashirama's offer. Of course he didn't want to go back to the brothel! He hated it there! If it weren't people ordering him, his bosses were always raping him and starving him and physically abusing him amongst so many other things! He had had enough of that kind of life!
"Well…" Madara said softly, unaware of Tobirama's angry eyes fixed on Hashirama, silently pleading for the older Senju to drop his offer.
Hashirama stayed silent and ignored his brother's gaze. He respected Madara's need to think things over - he wouldn't want to just stay with a total stranger who had ordered him from a brothel, either.
"…Okay…" Madara said finally, his voice full of terror – it was almost like he was expecting something bad to happen to him because he had chosen to accept the offer.
Hashirama smiled brightly. He wanted to hug and kiss the younger boy so much for accepting but he knew that it would not be good for him to show such physical affection with an abused prostitute that he had ordered from a brothel just the night before - Madara would probably flee in terror if he did.
"I am glad you said yes." Hashirama said, his voice full of affection. "Seeing as we have finished lunch, would you like for me to show you around the house?"
Madara nodded timidly - he really, really needed a bathroom right now but he was too ashamed to ask where one was.
Hashirama stood up from the table, waiting for Madara with a gentle expression on his face. The Uchiha hurried to his side, not wanting to make him wait - who knows what could happen if Madara did.
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Hashirama frowned as his brother growled harshly at him. He didn't understand why Tobirama hated Madara so much.
"I told you to get rid of him, but no…" Tobirama snarled as his eyes filled with anger. "You just had to fall for the worst one yet!"
"What's wrong with Madara?" Hashirama asked with deep sadness in his voice - it hurt him greatly to know that Tobirama didn't accept his new love.
"Everything!" Tobirama shouted angrily, not caring if Madara heard him from the bedroom or not. "He's an Uchiha! They're evil!"
"Madara's not evil…" Hashirama said, his voice just barely above a whisper. "He's just a damaged boy who needs a helping hand in life, Tobi."
"Sure, that's what you think!" Tobirama spat. "The devil spawn you call Madara is probably waiting for you to fall asleep so he can slit your throat!"
"If he was going to do that he would have done it last night, Tobi."
"No, he wouldn't have, because he didn't know where the kitchen was last night! Now that you've foolishly invited him into our house he knows where everything is!"
"Tobi –"
"No, I don't want to hear it!" Tobirama stubbornly crossed his arms over his chest, looking away. "I don't trust that little demon one bit! When he slits your throat and uses you for a sacrifice to Satan, don't come crying to me! I warned you!"
With that, Tobirama stormed out the room, heading to his own bedroom to presumably think of new ways to insult Madara.
Hashirama sighed before opening the door to his own bedroom where Madara was located. It hurt him that Tobirama had the balls to do this right outside the very room that the person in discussion was situated in.
What would Madara think now? Would he hate both of them? Or would he understand that Hashirama was trying to reason with Tobirama?
"Hashirama."
Hashirama heard the hurt in Madara's voice as the young boy whispered.
"…"
"I am sorry, Madara-kun…" Hashirama said sadly, coming to sit on the bed beside the Uchiha. "Tobi is just a little… mistrusting - that's all."
Madara shrugged. "I don't care… I don't like your brother, either. He's a stupid fag."
Hashirama frowned at the choice of words. Though he didn't like people insulting his brother, what could he say to Madara? Tobirama had insulted Madara first, after all...
Hashirama wisely chose to keep his mouth shut – for now.
"I'm going to sleep." Madara announced coldly, laying down and rolling onto his side so that his back faced Hashirama. "For the record, I won't be heading near anything sharp tonight… Tell your faggot brother I said that."
Hashirama couldn't help but smirk at Madara's way of rebounding from insults. He was kind of… cute.
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