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Why Can't You See Me?	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 2427 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- 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-Why Can't You See Me?
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  “So, did you have fun at the party?” Madara smiled that same night as he placed Izuna’s dinner on the desk inside his room for the younger boy.
Izuna looked up, startled – how could Madara have known about the party if he hadn’t? “H-how did you know the party was last night…?”
If Madara knew, than why didn't Izuna know…?
Madara raised an eyebrow in what appeared to be suspicion. He didn’t like the tone of voice that Izuna was using – it sounded rather fearful and… betrayed.
“Hashi told me… I knew you wanted to go so when I didn’t see you all night I assumed you were sleeping over with Tobi-kun…”
“You didn’t see me all night because Hashirama-san was too busy fucking you in every inch of the house…” Izuna said sadly, looking down at his lap as his eyes teared up.
Madara raised another eyebrow and pulled his hands away from the plate. He could feel his heart clenching in emotional pain. He always hated seeing Izuna upset because it hurt him to know that there was nothing that he could do that would help Izuna.
“What are you talking about, Izuna…?” Madara whispered.
“…I didn’t go because…” Izuna took a deep breath, trying to hold back his tears. “…Tobi forgot about me… again…”
Madara’s eyes filled with tears -- he knew that the party had meant so much to Izuna, and having been neglected like this – by someone he held so dear – must’ve broken his heart. The older Uchiha walked over to the bed and sat down beside Izuna, pulling the younger into a tight hug.
“…Let me go talk to Hashi…” whispered Madara.
After placing a soft kiss on Izuna’s forehead, Madara stood up and left.
Izuna soon heard his brother in the next room, sobbing into the phone. So Madara was upset about this, too? It wasn’t surprising, but Izuna always had wondered how Madara could bring himself to care so much about Izuna – after all; wasn’t Izuna just a piece of trash who didn’t deserve love? That’s what he had always been led to believe by his peers, and his opinion about himself wasn’t about to change anytime soon.
-XX-
Izuna sat behind his desk at school the next day, waiting impatiently for the lunch bell to ring. He kept his head down, ignoring the comments that other students were whispering about him, and once the bell rang, he gathered his books and stood up in a split second – practise did make perfect in that case. He was first out of the classroom as he usually was, and after putting his belongings away in his locker, he wandered the halls aimlessly; he had no idea if Tobirama was at school today, and if he wasn’t Izuna had no one to stay with.
Eventually wandering outside into the cool grounds, lost in thought, Izuna jumped as he heard someone shout his name.
“Izuna, over here!” Tobirama called, standing by the large oak tree as he flagged Izuna over. The Senju was standing with about five other students – and all of them had horrible reputations.
Izuna kept his head down as he walked over slowly. He was very wary of the people Tobirama was standing with. The second Izuna arrived by his friend’s side, the one thing Izuna feared the most happened -- he was being rejected by the other people.
“Get lost, Uchiha,” sneered one of the boys that Tobirama was standing with. “We don’t want you here, you filthy little emo. Why don’t get you get back in the bathroom with your knife and carve some new scars into your wrists? You might cut too deep this time and then the world will be better off.”
Izuna’s eyes welled with tears as he looked over at Tobirama, silently pleading for his help. Said Senju was only looking at the ground with a frown, trying to stay unnoticed – but he knew that the attempt was futile. Why wasn’t the Senju saying anything to defend Izuna? This wasn’t like him.
“Fuck off, Uchiha!” One of the taller boys shouted, shoving Izuna hard enough for him to fall down on the ground with a loud cry of pain.
Tobirama only flinched, again remaining silent. He hadn’t even moved one inch in all of this.
Izuna let out a loud sob, lying still for a few moments before crawling away a few feet. He eventually got to his feet and ran back towards the school building, tears running down his face and small whimpers escaping his voice box.
He had no idea how long he had ran for, but once the school bell rang again, Izuna reluctantly made his way back to class after having cleaned himself up in the school bathroom. He had fingered the pocket knife that he always kept in his pocket, itching to pull it out and place it at his wrist, but he was too scared of being caught out again – the last time it had happened, one of the school bullies had grabbed the knife and slashed Izuna’s arm to ribbons, laughing at the Uchiha’s screams. It was only lucky that had a teacher had heard Izuna’s cries and broken it up.
If Izuna was being honest as he made his way to his classroom, History with Iruka-sensei wasn’t that bad; Iruka was the nicest teacher in the school and he always tried his best to make his classes fun and treat all of his students equally. He seemed to have a particular liking for Izuna as he always tried to spend extra time helping Izuna out and had even taken him out for lunch a few times to get him away from all of his bullies.
Izuna sat down, leaning against the wall. He was holding his books in his lap, trying to stay out of everyone’s notice by keeping his hood up and his head down. Whether the other kids noticed him there or not didn’t seem to matter as they were talking about Izuna again, just like every other day.
While some students tried to talk about him discreetly, others were talking about him loudly, not giving one damn about whether or not Izuna could hear them—and Izuna could hear every word they were all saying.
“He always wears jackets because of his cuts.” sneered one of the girls in Izuna’s class, talking to one of her other classmates. “He’s as bad as his cousin, Itachi! It must run in their family.”
“His brother is a faggot, too,” the boy closest to Izuna said loudly as he joined their conversation. It was almost as if he wanted Izuna to hear him. “He takes it up the ass every day by Senju Tobirama’s older brother! Do you think Tobirama fucks Izuna up the ass, too?”
“Nah…” spoke one of the quieter girls in the class. “I dated Tobi-kun once. He’s definitely straight. Besides, I doubt anyone would want to touch that… It’s probably full of diseases.”
“Does that really matter?” laughed the same boy. “I mean Uchiha looks enough like a girl, anyway, so I’m sure a lot of people would put that fact aside!”
Everyone else laughed and Izuna curled up into a ball subconsciously, bringing his small hands up to cover his ears. He scrunched his eyes closed tightly and tried to hold back tears.
“Uchiha is probably so loose from getting raped all the time!” Another classmate called out. “I wouldn’t be surprised if his brother fucks him!”
Izuna flinched and began to tremble as memories played through his mind, scaring him. Those words… How could someone talk about something like rape like that? They had no idea what Izuna had been through! What goes through his mind every day, tormenting him and inviting him to end his life. How could they just… be so… cruel…?
“Aww, look!” Another girl of the class pointed at Izuna, hatred in her voice. “Little Baby Izu is crying! Does Baby Izu want his big fag of a brother to come take care of him again? Hey, everyone! Remember when Little Baby Izu had that breakdown in the back of the classroom and no one could get near him?”
“Oh, yeah! He kept screaming and ripping at his hair, and when Kakashi-sensei tried to touch Izuna he bit and scratched sensei? He had to call the faggot to come calm him down! Dear kami, the brother is definitely gay! That must be where Baby Izu gets it from!”
“A-aniki…” Izuna whimpered, willing himself not to hyperventilate. He was aware of Iruka running towards him from down the corridor, but he didn’t care -- he just wanted his big brother.
“No more!” Iruka-sensei shouted at the class as he finally arrived at Izuna’s side just moments later. “Just get inside and stop picking on Izuna-kun! How would you like it if someone was always picking on you?!”
Izuna flinched and whimpered at the shout and he began shivering when Iruka knelt down beside him. “Are you okay, Izuna-kun? Would you like for me to call your brother, again? It’s okay – you can go home if you want. I won’t force you to stay.”
“A-aniki isn’t in town…’ Izuna whimpered, his eyes welling up with tears. “…H-he’s really sick… So he had to go to a doctor days away from here… Because no one here can help him… Iruka-sensei…”
“Is there anyone else that I could call?” Iruka reached out and stroked Izuna’s hair gently, not wanting to see the sweet child so distressed.
“…Y-you could call my aniki’s… boyfriend…” Izuna whimpered, trying to be as quiet as he could – he didn’t feel comfortable talking about his brother’s sexuality because everyone seemed to love jumping on that and using it to bully Izuna.
“Do you know his phone number, Izuna-kun?” Iruka was such a kind man and the younger Uchiha was just glad that it was Iruka who Izuna was most comfortable with at this school – not counting Tobirama.
“…He’s Senju Tobirama’s brother… H-his number… is in the school system…”
“Oh, yes, I know Hashirama-san. I’ll go and ring him now if you want.” Iruka smiled gently and pulled Izuna into a warm embrace.
Izuna nodded, sobbing softly as he hugged back and buried his face in the teacher’s chest.
Iruka picked Izuna up off of the ground and helped him and his books get safely inside the classroom. He sat the Uchiha down at his own desk while he dialled Hashirama’s phone number into his phone. After only minutes of discussion with the older Senju, Iruka hung up and smiled at Izuna.
“He’ll be here soon, Izuna-kun,” Iruka said softly, ruffling Izuna’s hair affectionately.
All Izuna could do was hug his teacher tightly again and bury his face in Iruka’s stomach and cry loudly. He ignored all the other students who were currently sneering at him, focused only on Iruka’s comforting presence.
  Iruka allowed Izuna to hug him and he stroked the Uchiha’s silky hair in an effort to try and soothe him. He knew that Izuna was a very fragile boy – he was the person whom Izuna first confided in that he cut himself and wanted to die – but he loved the Uchiha more than any other student in the school.
He loved Izuna’s strength to continue living -- even after having gone through something so traumatising -- even if the Uchiha didn’t realise he had that strength. He loved the way Izuna was such a sweet child whom, even after having received so little love from the people around him, always cared more for others than himself – even if they were the people who hurt him the most. There was so much that Iruka loved about his student, and he was always there to look after him at school. He was just glad that he was the one teacher that Izuna had absolute trust and love in.
Not even fifteen minutes after Iruka had called him, Hashirama arrived at the classroom and thanked Iruka for the help. He picked Izuna and his books up and carried the boy out to the car. Once Izuna was placed in the familiar vehicle he soon calmed down and quickly fell asleep.
--XX--
When Izuna woke up an hour later, he was laying on Hashirama’s couch with a blanket covering his skinny body. He wasn’t surprised when Hashirama called out to him from the kitchen -- the older Senju always seemed to know when everyone was awake, even if he hadn’t seen them.
“Izu-kun, is there anything I could get you?” the Senju called gently. “Anything at all?”
“…” Izuna was silent, staring down at his lap. He didn’t want to take advantage of Hashirama’s kindness – and because of that, Izuna wouldn’t ask for anything from Hashirama.
“Izu-kun?” Hashirama stepped into the living room, his brow creased in concern. “Anything at all. It honestly doesn’t bother me, whatever you ask for – I promise that it’s okay to ask me for things.”
“…” Izuna looked down at the ground instead now, his eyes watering from the feeling of being pressured. Though he knew that Hashirama would do anything for him, the only thing that Izuna felt comfortable asking for was to play with Tobirama’s dog. He absolutely refused to ask for anything else.
Hashirama smiled in understanding as he surveyed Izuna closely. He knew that Izuna wouldn’t directly ask for things, but if offered something, there was the chance that he would say yes.
“What about a chocolate milkshake, Izu-kun?” he smiled softly and reached out to pet the Uchiha’s head fondly. He knew that Izuna never passed up milkshakes with anyone – Madara had told him that chocolate milk was Izuna’s all-time favourite drink, and he loved chocolate milkshakes even more.
“…” Izuna looked up with a shy expression and nodded slowly. “…Please…”
Hashirama smiled warmly and disappeared back into his kitchen, and Izuna couldn’t help but sob softly as he watched the Senju disappear; he just couldn’t understand why everyone hated him; most of the people who bullied Izuna didn’t even know him!
Izuna was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t even notice Hashirama coming back into the living room minutes later with a milkshake in his hand.
“Izuna-kun,” Hashirama smiled and sat down next to the Uchiha, handing him the tall glass. “Is there anything that you would like to talk to me about? I know that today at school must have been very hard.”
“…” Izuna choked on a sob as he placed the milkshake down on the coffee table so he could wrap his arms around himself -- a silent plead asking to be comforted.
“Shh…” Hashirama soothed, hugging the child tightly. “Just tell me what needs to be said… You know that you can tell me anything, Izu-kun… I won’t tell anyone – not even Madara.”
Izuna hugged Hashirama back tightly, sobbing loudly. Of course he knew that he could trust Hashirama with his secrets – he was one of the three people who knew about Izuna’s trauma; Tobirama and Madara being the only other two.
“…I… I don’t understand…” whispered Izuna as he fisted Hashirama’s sleeve tightly, almost afraid to let go of him.
“Understand what?” Hashirama whispered back as he pulled the tiny Uchiha into a sitting position on his lap.
“…Why no one likes me…” whimpered Izuna as he moved closer so he could hide his face in Hashirama’s neck. His tears quickly streamed down the Senju’s bare skin, but neither male cared – all that mattered was Izuna’s pain.
“…” Hashirama frowned, kissing Izuna on top of his head gently. He tightened his hold on the Uchiha, not able to let go of him. “Tobi really likes you. All he ever talks about is you. I love you like my little brother, too. And Madara… He loves you more than life itself. You’re his most precious thing, and it makes him so upset that he cries knowing that you’re so unhappy… He only ever wants to make you happy and help you enjoy life.”
“…” Izuna’s tiny body began to shake violently as he tried to withhold sobs that he knew would be the beginning of his next breakdown. “…Why do so few people like me, Hashi-san…?”
“…” Hashirama sighed, clutching at Izuna even tighter. “…I don’t know, Izu-kun… I just don’t know… You are such a sweet, adorable young man and you don’t have a mean bone in your body… But you must understand that even having just one person who cares is better than none.”
“…Hashirama-san…” sobbed Izuna. “…Why do you care about me so much… Why… why are you so different to the others…?”
Hashirama smiled sadly, kissing Izuna’s cheek gently and cupping it next as he rubbed it with his thumb. He stared into Izuna’s eyes with a burning passion in his own. “Well, for one reason, you make my brother very happy. Aside from that, I love you because you’re the most beautiful boy I have ever seen. You’ve known love, comfort and protection from so few people that you can count them on one hand, but… even so… you care more about everyone else and always put them before yourself. And after everything that’s happened to you, you still know how to smile. Your heart is just so big your body cannot contain it. You truly are a strong person, Izu-kun.”
“…” Izuna was silent, but he did nuzzle in closer, purring softly when the Senju began to pet him softly, comfortingly.
“Just remember,” Hashirama whispered into Izuna’s ears, his hot breath making Izuna shiver, “Tobi and I love you very much, and your brother would die for your happiness. You’ll always have a friend in us.”
“…I love you, too.” smiled Izuna, nuzzling in as close as he could to the Senju.
Hashirama smiled and hugged Izuna back, letting him lay down and rest his head down in Hashirama’s lap while they watched TV together in a comfortable silence. He continued to stroke Izuna’s head gently until finally, Izuna fell into his first peaceful sleep in weeks.
-XX-
When Tobirama returned home from school a few hours later, he was surprised to find Izuna fast asleep on the couch with his head still in Hashirama’s lap.
“Why is Izuna here?” Tobirama asked quietly, setting his school bag down by the front door, not wanting to wake his friend up -- he looked so peaceful sleeping, and it was something that rarely happened.
“Madara-chan is going to be gone for about two weeks,” Hashirama whispered, carefully climbing out from underneath the Uchiha, “and I had to pick Izuna up from school. He was getting bullied again. He’s going to stay here with us until Madara-chan returns.”
Tobirama frowned and looked down. He hadn’t forgotten about today at lunch at all, and the guilt was eating him up, but the Senju was too prideful to admit that he had done something so wrong as to let someone he just met hurt his lifelong friend like that. “…”
“I really hope you’re still looking after Izu-kun.” Hashirama whispered with concern all over his face. He must’ve noticed Tobirama’s sad face. “You know how fragile he is. He breaks so easily and he needs someone there to piece him back together when he does. You know this, Tobi, but I also know what you’re like. You can be very neglectful at times, even though you don’t always mean it. I don’t ever want to hear that you’ve been letting Izuna get hurt. If I do, I’ll let Madara-chan deal with you however he pleases – it’s not your life at stake; it’s Izuna’s.”
“…” Tobirama willed himself to keep his tears at bay. He knew that his brother was right, but hearing this lecture still upset him and made him feel like a terrible friend, but Tobirama just couldn’t help but lie to his brother. “…Of course, aniki… I take care of him whenever I can… I was taking care of him at recess, today…”
Hashirama smiled and hugged his brother. “I’ll prepare you a small meal for afternoon tea and then you can wake Izu-kun and take him for a walk with you and Sora. He needs to have a little time out and I think being with the dog will be good for him.”
Tobirama nodded, following his brother into the kitchen. He petted his dog, Sora, at the entrance to the kitchen, but neither of them had noticed Izuna’s eyes leaking tears as said Uchiha had been awake and listened to their entire conversation. Why did it feel like Hashirama was the only one who truly understood and cared for Izuna? Sometimes even Madara came second to Hashirama, but Izuna just couldn’t understand why this was.
A/N Yes, that smidge of HashiIzu was intentional *wink*. It’s not something that’s going to be developed or even spoken about further into the story – it’s just for my own sick, personal satisfaction...
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