Take Me Away | By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 1893 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N This chapter takes place about a week and a half after the last chapter, and it will also contain CHARACTER DEATH.
“Sasuke-kun…”
Sasuke looked up as his uncle called his name. Izuna was standing in the doorway of his nephew’s bedroom, looking upset – which wasn’t surprising – he had been depressed more than what was normal lately.
“Sasuke-kun, Mada-nii would like to see you in our room, please.”
Sasuke nodded and left, heading to his uncles’ room. He found Madara laying down on the bed and holding a photo that had been taken a few years ago. It held both the Uchiha and the Senju in it. He knew that it was one of Madara’s most prized possessions.
Madara looked up over the photo at the sound of footsteps. He smiled weakly at Sasuke, gesturing for him to come closer. The boy did and climbed onto his lap. The younger hugged him.
“Madara-oji-san…” Sasuke said softly, burying his face in Madara’s chest. “…When is Tobi coming home?”
Madara shook his head, hugging Sasuke back tighter. “…I don't know, Sasuke-kun…”
“…Will we ever see him again, oji-san?”
Madara let out a pained sob at the question, but he couldn’t bring himself to snap at Sasuke - Sasuke was scared for Tobi and he was only a young boy. He didn't mean to upset Madara. It wasn’t his fault. Sasuke was just scared.
“…I don't know, Sasuke-kun…”
“I miss Tobi…” Sasuke said softly. “…Oji-san?”
“Hmm?”
“You know what I never tell Tobi?”
“What’s that?”
“…I never tell Tobi that I love him…” Sasuke choked on a sob at this. “…Do you think he knows that I love him?”
“…” Madara scrunched his eyes shut tightly, clutching Sasuke as tight as he could, shaking. It took all his willpower to not cry. “…I don't know…”
“I’m selfish…” Sasuke sobbed. “I always hurt Tobi but I never tell him that I love him! What if I never get to tell him ever again! I’m so stupid!”
“You’re…” Madara tried his best to regain his composure - he needed to be strong for Sasuke. “…You’re not stupid at all, Sasuke-kun… Yes, it is foolish to never tell your loved ones that you love them, but… You’re young, Sasuke-kun… And impressionable… Itachi-kun isn’t the best role model for you, and… I know that Tobi is hard to get close to at times. Izuna and I still have trouble getting close to him, so I understand… Please, don't ever think that you’re stupid, Sasuke-kun. You’re not. I’m the stupid one, here.”
“O-oji-san…?”
Madara couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. “I… I loved Itachi-kun too much to acknowledge that he hurts so bad, and… I tried to ignore it, hoping that it would fade with time… I never told Itachi or Tobi that I loved them enough… I struggled to care for the three of you, and… I allowed both Tobi and Itachi to drown in their sorrow… I was too blind to see that the two were suffering so badly, and it went on for so long I can’t do anything about it anymore… It’s all my fault… All my fault…”
Sasuke could do nothing for his now-hysterical uncle except hug him and cry along with him. He could see why Madara blamed himself for all of this -- he believed that it was his fault for not being able to take better care of them and, because of that, it was his fault that Tobi had gone missing.
Madara cried for hours. While Sasuke had eventually cried himself to sleep, he didn't have such luck. Izuna and Hashirama had tried to comfort him but it only made things worse. No one had seen him like this before.
-XX-
Tobi screamed as Katsumi beat him once again. He was in too much pain to cope, but Katsumi didn't care -- he used this to his advantage. He knew that Itachi had tried to tell him to stop being cruel to Tobi, but Katsumi had to be honest – hurting the boy was addicting.
Just thinking about how this was all Itachi’s fault made Katsumi want to go so much further in the abuse than he had gone before. He smirked, leaving the room and coming back with a knife. Tobi screamed at the sight - he knew what was going to come.
-XX-
“Dear, dear…” An old lady muttered to herself, climbing off of the kitchen chair and walking slowly to the front door. She could hear someone crying outside. “Who on earth would be outside on my front lawn – crying -- at this time of night?”
The woman opened the door and stepped out, approaching the figure of a small boy lying on the lawn.
“What’s the matter, dear?” The old lady asked, standing over the boy. There was a deep concern in her voice. “Is something wrong?”
It wasn’t until the moon came out from behind the clouds and illuminated the person before her did the old woman realise what was wrong. She screamed at the sight of a boy covered in blood that had an absolutely terrified look in his eyes.
Neighbours came out to see what was wrong. Soon enough, an ambulance had arrived. The boy was rushed back to the hospital and the police were notified. Some police branched off to the hospital to talk to the boy while others went to investigate the houses in the old woman’s neighbourhood.
At one of the homes, in the very last room that the police had checked, they found it – the dead body of Higashi Katsumi, lying in a puddle of blood.
-XX-
“Madara-kun!” Mito rushed to Madara, hugging her old friend tightly, worry in her voice. “Hashi told me everything! I am so sorry!”
Madara hugged his friend’s wife back, resting his head on her shoulder. Mito’s three children stood at the back by the front door while Hashirama hurried to their side in order to talk to them in private.
“Have you heard anything at all?” Mito asked, breaking away from Madara and looking him in the eyes.
Madara shook his head. “No… Nothing…”
Tobirama and Izuna came into the room together, holding the others’ hand for comfort. Itachi and Sasuke were still upstairs in their own bedroom.
“Madara-kun, don’t worry.” Mito smiled weakly as she ran a soothing hand across Madara’s cheek. “I’m sure that Tobi will be found. Do not worry, okay? It’s going to be alright.”
Madara shook his head and looked at the floor, choosing to ignore Mito’s comment. “…I’m sorry that you had to come back from your holidays so early, Mito-chan…”
“Madara-kun, it’s fine!” Mito exclaimed. “Don’t worry about it. I haven’t told my kids anything so Hashi is filling them in now.”
Before Madara could reply, the phone began to ring. A shout from upstairs told them that Hashirama was getting the phone. It wasn’t until Hashirama shouted again for Madara to come upstairs did anyone move.
Madara walked slowly, staring at the ground. When he found the Senju in the office, he knew that something was wrong – Hashirama only ever looked as if he were going to cry when something was seriously wrong.
“Hashi…” Madara whispered, terror in his eyes – he had not seen Hashirama look upset in a long time.
“Madara-chan…” Hashirama whispered back as a tear fell down his cheek. “…They… They found Tobi, but… He passed away in the ambulance…”
Madara felt as if his whole world had just stopped. Hashirama was lying, wasn’t he? He had to be! He knew that Tobi wasn’t dead, and it angered him that his best friend could play such a cruel joke at a time like this!
Madara shoved Hashirama into the desk behind them as tears fell down his face.
“Don’t play such a sick joke on me, Hashirama!” Madara shouted. “Tobi isn’t dead! How could you joke about something like that?!”
Hashirama was unfazed by the shove and shouts. Instead, he reached out to Madara and rested a hand on the younger’s cheek. He knew that Madara would be in denial.
“It’s okay if you don’t believe me at first, Madara-chan,” Hashirama spoke softly. “You just have to know that I’m not joking and I’m not lying. It’s okay if you hurt me, Madara-chan, because you’re hurting with the fact that deep down inside you know I’m telling the truth.”
“Shut up!” Madara screamed. He collapsed onto the ground in hysterics.
The others had tried to come into the office and help Madara, but Hashirama had asked them to stay out – he knew that Madara needed space, and if the younger decided that he needed an outlet for his distress, Hashirama was best suited as he could defend himself should Madara grow too violent.
Hashirama doubted that his friend would hurt him, but better safe than sorry.
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