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Take Me Away	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 1893 -:- 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-Take Me Away
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
- 29-29
- 30-30
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  “I don't understand…” Sasuke said softly the next morning, tears in his eyes. “…Tobi… I don't understand…”
Hashirama reached out and pulled Sasuke into a hug. He stroked the Uchiha’s back, trying to soothe the distraught boy. “One day you will understand, Sasuke-kun… I know it’s hard at your age…”
“T-tobi…” Sasuke sobbed. “…”
Hashirama held Sasuke for a while before he stood up and carried him into Itachi’s room. Itachi was still uninformed about Tobi’s death, and he wondered how the raven would take the news.
Hashirama knocked on the door before pushing it open and finding Itachi sitting at the window, a cigarette in his hand. He ignored the cigarette for once and carried Sasuke into the room, sitting him down on the bed and turning to face Itachi.
Itachi was watching him curiously, probably wondering what was going on.
“What’s wrong with him?” Itachi asked, referring to Sasuke.
Hashirama bit his lip, trying not to cry. “…Did you hear Madara-kun last night, Itachi-kun…?”
Itachi nodded. He threw his cigarette out the window and sat by Sasuke. “He was screaming all night.”
“…I’m afraid I have some bad news…” Hashirama was aware of the way Itachi’s eyes widened for a split second in fear before going back to his emotionless poker face. “…Tobi… passed away last night…”
Itachi gasped, his eyes beginning to shine with unshed tears. Hashirama watched as he fled the room and went into the bathroom.
Hashirama could hear the Uchiha throwing up. He was hurt to hear the young man vomiting so badly, and he petted Sasuke’s head gently before going after Itachi.
-XX-
Hashirama’s three children -- Tamiko, the oldest out of the three, Naoki, the middle child and only boy, and Akemi, the youngest -- were gathered in the living room so that Mito and Tobirama could explain things to them.
  Hashirama had been forced to take care of the Uchiha kids himself -- leaving his brother and wife to take care of his own children -- as Madara was in no mood to leave the bed or talk to anyone. Izuna wasn’t even home at that time.
Tamiko had always looked to Tobi like her younger brother, so hearing of his death was painful. Naoki was upset, but he wasn’t crying just yet, and Akemi -- only six-years-old -- didn't understand.
“Kaa-san…” Tamiko cried, hugging her mother tightly. “…I miss Tobi…”
“Hush, now…” Mito said gently, rubbing her daughter’s back soothingly. “It’ll be okay…”
Tobirama watched his niece and sister-in-law sadly. He picked Akemi up and hugged her before reaching out to ruffle Naoki’s hair.
“We are all very upset about this.” Tobirama whispered. “But the most important thing we have to do now is be there for Madara and his family, okay? Madara is suffering very much right now, and we need to make sure that he’s not going to hurt himself. Akemi, honey, I know you’re too young to understand what I mean, but if you think Madara is hurt, I want you to tell someone, okay?”
Akemi nodded and hugged her uncle tightly. “Okay, Tobi-oji-san.”
Naoki was only fourteen, but already he had a pretty good understanding of what his uncle was talking about. Tamiko was nineteen, so she understood perfectly. She loved Madara and Izuna and thought of them as her uncles, and if one of them were hurting, she wanted to be able to help them.
-XX-
Upstairs, Madara was shaking violently. A puddle of vomit was splashed across the ground and he was vaguely aware of his loud screams of emotional agony. His throat was scratched and bloody, having been screaming and crying all night, and he felt incredibly weak.
“Tobi!” Madara screamed again, grabbing at his hair and ripping at it. “Tobi!”
Everyone had tried to come in and comfort Madara, but he just wanted to be alone. He didn't want anyone but Tobi. His son was gone, and he was never coming back. He loved his son dearly, and it was so unfair that he had missed out on so much time with him because of his stupid ex-girlfriend who had tried to keep them separated.
Madara was barely aware of a knock on his bedroom door, and he looked up to see Izuna coming in, his eyes red and puffy. Izuna was silent as he walked to his brother, but he climbed up onto the bed beside Madara and hugged him, resting his face in his aniki’s chest as he cried his heart out.
-XX-
“No!” Itachi screamed again in anguish as he punched his wall for the fourth time in as many seconds. “No, no, no! Tobi! No!”
Itachi didn't care that his hand was broken and bloodied -- he just needed to hit something. He grabbed the lamp off of the desk and threw it out of the window before he flipped the desk upside down, sending plates of food and drink splattering against the wall and bed, papers and books onto the ground.
Itachi screamed again, kicking a hole through his bedroom door before throwing himself into the wall. He had come back home hours ago, and he had been rampaging through the house ever since.
Tobirama stood outside the door, a frown on his face as he listened to Itachi’s pained screams and cries. He knocked on the door and opened it slowly, ducking in time to avoid Itachi’s phone being thrown at him. He closed the door behind him.
“Itachi-kun…” Tobirama said softly; calmly. He raised his hands up in surrender. “…It’s okay… You need to calm down…”
“No, Senju!” Itachi screamed. “I won’t calm down!”
“Itachi, you are scaring the kids…” Tobirama said. “Please, calm down… If only for your brother…”
Itachi glared at Tobirama furiously before running to the older Senju and tackling him to the ground. He struggled as strong hands grabbed him around his middle, lifting him off of the Senju. He came face-to-face with Hashirama.
“Don't do this, Itachi-kun…” Hashirama whispered, tears in his eyes. “I know you’re hurting, but enough is enough… Relax, Itachi… Shh…”
Itachi was silent as he listened to Hashirama’s soothing words and, before he knew it, he was crying again, screaming just as badly as Madara had been.
  Hashirama was patient and listened to the agonised cries for help. He held the boy tightly, rocking him back and forth.
“It’s going to be okay, Itachi-kun…” Hashirama whispered. “It’s going to be okay. I know it will be hard, but time has a way of mending the pain. It may not seem like it, but it will get better with time. Shh…”
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