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You Can't Understand My Pain	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2032 -:- 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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  Madara hated leaving Itachi home alone but he had no choice -- he had a business to run with his best friend and he couldn’t afford to let it go downhill as it was their only source of income. Sasuke was already at school so he couldn’t leave the boy home to keep an eye on Itachi.
Itachi was lying on his bed, staring at the far wall, and this was made Madara worry the most – he tended to do that before an emotional breakdown.
Madara didn't know of anyone who could look after Itachi for him today because the only people Madara trusted were either away on holidays or working for him today already. He sighed at these thoughts -- there was nothing that he could do today, he supposed. He couldn’t miss work at any rate.
Madara walked slowly to his nephew’s room, knocking on the door before he pushed it open and stepped in.
“Itachi-kun?” Madara asked as he walked in to sit on the bed beside his nephew.
“…” Itachi made no sign to show that he had heard Madara as he only continued to stare at the wall.
Madara sighed sadly and reached out, grabbing Itachi’s hand and squeezing it.
“I have to go to work, Itachi-kun.” Madara said softly. “I’ll be back tonight. Is there anything you would like? I can bring you back something if you want it.”
“…” Itachi hadn’t even blinked.
Madara sighed again and leant down to kiss Itachi on the temple, knowing that the younger wasn’t going to respond. He stood up to leave the room but he almost gasped in surprise as his nephew’s cold hand grabbed his own. The older male looked down at the younger and almost cried at the look of fear in Itachi’s eyes.
“Please don't leave me, oji-san…” Itachi whimpered. “Can I come to work with you today? I don’t want to be alone…”
Madara checked his watch -- waiting for Itachi to get ready would make him very late, but… Itachi was very sick mentally, so who was he to say no if it would benefit the younger in some way? No one else would mind in the least, so what was the harm?
Madara smiled weakly and nodded, reaching out to brush Itachi’s hair out of the younger’s face. “Of course you can. I’ll wait for you to get ready. Try not to be too long, okay?”
Itachi nodded and climbed off the bed without a word. He walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him, not sparing a glance back at his uncle.
Madara heard the shower turn on and he headed down the stairs to make a hot chocolate for Itachi. He grabbed the phone and rang his work, informing the other owner that he wouldn’t be in for a while because Itachi had decided at the last minute that he wanted to come. As expected, he received a hearty laugh and was told that it would be fine.
As Madara was explaining all of this, he had finished making the hot chocolate. He hung up the phone and left both the drink and the handset on the kitchen counter for when Itachi would come down himself. He headed down into the living room and flicked the television on. Itachi usually took a while in the shower so Madara had a while to kill as he waited for his nephew.
After almost an hour of waiting for Itachi to get out of the shower, Madara grew worried -- Itachi didn't usually stay in for more than twenty minutes, but he had been in there for almost twice that time – and that was cause for alarm when it came to Itachi because there was a chance that he had done something to himself once again.
Madara turned the TV off and made his way upstairs to check on the younger male.   He could hear that the shower was still running, so Itachi shouldn’t have left the bathroom just yet. Once he had made it there, he stood outside the door, biting his lip -- almost too scared to open the door in fear of what he could find inside.
“Itachi-kun?” Madara finally worked up the courage and knocked on the door but the younger Uchiha didn't respond, causing Madara to gulp in anxiousness.
Madara tried the door handle and he was relieved to find that Itachi had not locked it today. He pushed the door open and when he stepped in, he found Itachi sitting on the floor of the shower – curled up in a ball and rocking back and forth in distress once again.
“Itachi-kun…” Madara didn't know what to say as he fought to keep his tears at bay -- nothing hurt worse than seeing his beloved nephew suffering like this.
Itachi didn't look at Madara, but he spoke for once – something Itachi rarely did in moments like these. “Oji-san…”
“Itachi-kun, please talk to me…” Madara begged softly, walking slowly to the shower and opening the door. He pulled his nephew into a hug. “I only want to help you… I can’t stand seeing you like this… It’s so painful…”
Itachi hugged his uncle back tightly, sobbing into his chest desperately. Neither Uchiha cared that he was soaking wet and naked, pressed up against Madara’s body, because all that mattered in this moment was that Itachi needed to be comforted once more.
  When Itachi calmed down only minutes later in Madara’s comforting embrace, Madara turned the shower off and helped Itachi into his own room.
Madara dressed his nephew and brushed and blow-dried Itachi’s hair for the younger male before taking the younger downstairs and preparing a light breakfast -- he knew that Itachi would hardly eat anything. Tipping out the now-cold hot chocolate that Madara had left sitting on the bench, Madara prepared a fresh one for Itachi.
It didn’t take very long before they were on their way to Madara’s business.
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Itachi was silent as he followed his uncle into the retail store that Madara and his best friend-slash-rival, Senju Hashirama, ran together.
“Itachi-kun,” Madara spoke gently, holding the front door open for his nephew once they had arrived, “would you like to stay with me today or out the back instead?”
“…” Itachi was silent once more as he walked past his uncle and Madara sighed again, though he knew that he should’ve expected as much.
“I would like to know what you want to do before I put my things away, Itachi-kun…” Madara said softly, letting go of the door and walking after Itachi -- hurt in both his voice and his expression.
“…Hn…” Itachi just tensed worse than he already was and kept his head down as he walked out to the lockers in the backroom.
Madara sighed for the hundredth time that morning but he knew that it wasn’t poor Itachi’s fault that he was like this. He had a feeling that he knew what had happened to Itachi to do this to him, but not only did he not feel comfortable talking about such a thing, he wanted Itachi to be the one to start the explanation himself -- he was terrified that if his suspicions were wrong, it would only make things harder for the young man, and that was the last thing that they needed.
As they walked down the middle of the store, things were silent until the two Uchiha reached the backroom.
Once Madara had put his belongings away in his locker, he had turned to leave the small tearoom and tell Hashirama that he had finally arrived, but he was stopped when Itachi grabbed his sleeve, holding on tightly and looking up at Madara with fearfully wide eyes.
“Please,” Itachi begged, whimpering with teary eyes, “don't leave me, oji-san… Please!”
Madara looked at his nephew with pity, trying not to cry – how could he not cry looking into those beautiful onyx eyes tinged with all sorts of negative emotion? He leant down and hugged Itachi tightly, stroking his back and running a comforting hand through the long hair that was so much like his own.
“Never…” Madara whispered, blinking back tears. “…I’ll never leave you, precious nephew… Not even if my life depended on it… I love you so much, Itachi-kun…”
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