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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
- 31-31
- 24
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- 26
A/N I have stopped editing this and will be reposting the rest as it was originally.
Itachi whimpered at the sight of his drunken uncle. Madara had taken to drinking away his stress, and he hated it.
  It wasn’t that Madara was a nasty drunk or anything of the sort - not at all - but when he was drunk, he became much more emotional and didn't like to be left alone.
Itachi knew that Madara was heartbroken over Izuna’s sudden departure, and with Tobi’s death on top of everything else, the elder couldn’t cope.
Itachi hated to see Madara like this. He knew that this entire situation was his fault. He desperately wanted to tell Madara about what he had done to Tobi, but he knew better than to talk about the late child to his uncle like this. The last time the kid’s name was even mentioned, Madara broke down into hysterics, and his wailing was enough to bring the neighbours over to complain.
Instead, the younger Uchiha just sat in the living room, watching his uncle take sip after sip out of the sake bottle again and gain.
Itachi eventually left the living room, unable to handle watching his uncle any longer. He vaguely wondered where the Senju brothers had disappeared off to. Even Hashirama’s kids couldn’t be seen, though Mito was spending the night at her parents’ home.
Itachi knew things were going to be getting better any time soon, and he could only dread what was waiting around the corner.
--LINEBREAK--
Hashirama and his brother had taken the kids out of the house for a while, knowing that things were extremely stressful right now. They had left Madara home alone with his nephews, despite being very uneasy about it.
The Senju family were currently seated at one of the fanciest restaurants in the town, and though Tobirama and his brother were trying to relax, it was hard with the stress of recent events bearing down on them.
Hashirama stood up abruptly once their meals came, and he looked down at his plate, wiping at his tears.
“I-I need some fresh air,” the brown-haired male explained softly. “Excuse me.”
Hashirama made his way out of the restaurant, and he leant up against the wall, exhaling deeply, trying to control himself again. He had never been so weak before. Why was everything so hard for him lately?
Hashirama’s mind drifted over to Madara and Izuna, and he could only imagine how things were for them. Then he remembered; they still hadn’t heard a word from Izuna, and they didn't even have any idea on where he was located.
The Senju pulled his wallet out of his pocket and flipped it open, taking out the group picture he had of both he and Tobirama with the two Uchiha brothers. He looked around, just relieved to find that, even though it was night time, the street was still rather busy. He stopped random passers-by and showed them the picture, asking if they had seen Izuna.
It took almost a dozen passersby but he soon found someone who could tell him something.
“Yeah, I’ve seen him,” the man said quietly. “How come?”
“He left home a while ago from stress and we haven’t heard from him since. We’re worried about him.”
The man snorted and gave Hashirama a sympathetic look. “Hey, man, you don't know where he’s wound up, but I assure you, you need to get him away from there as soon as you can.”
“W-what?” Hashirama was startled.
“He’s shacked up with the resident psycho of our apartment complex,” the man explained. “Don't ask me why, but the last time I saw him was a few days ago, and he was covered in bruises, so I don't think he’s being treated pretty well.”
“Where can I find him?” Hashirama asked in desperation.
“The Sunao apartment complex down the south end. Apartment one-hundred-and-thirteen. Get him out of there as soon as you can, because the last person who shacked up with that psycho came out with psychological, physical and emotional damage.”
“Thank you so much!” Hashirama cried as he ran back into the restaurant. He pulled Tobirama away to talk to him. “Tobi, I want you to stay here with the kids. I know where Izuna is and I have to bring him home straight away.”
Tobirama didn't ask questions, but he allowed his brother to leave him with the kids. Hashirama could only hope he was in time to save his little friend.
--LINEBREAK--
Madara whimpered and grabbed his head the next morning. He was hung-over from the night before. He could hear doors opening and closing and voices coming from the kitchen. He looked around. He had slept out on the couch, and someone had covered him with a blanket.
Madara lay on the couch for a while longer, trying to calm his throbbing head, but nothing he did seemed to help. He tried to block out the voices from the kitchen, but he couldn’t ignore someone’s crying.
Madara kept his eyes closed and tried to pretend he was still sleeping when he heard the door to the living room open and someone walk towards him. He really hoped that they weren’t going to bother him; he just wanted to be alone. He squeezed his eyes closed tighter when someone stopped beside him, and he flinched inwardly when he felt a cool hand rest on his cheek.
“I wish you could see your brother right now,” Madara heard Itachi say. “Maybe it’s better if you don't, though. …I don't know. You’ll find out soon enough… I just hope you’ll be able to handle it. I know how much you love your brother. Please… get better soon, oji-san…”
Madara frowned when he felt Itachi’s warm lips on his temple. His worry increased tenfold; what was wrong with his brother, and why was Itachi acting so… caring? Something was wrong.
Madara waited until Itachi left before he sat up. He waited for a few minutes before he got to his feet and walked towards the kitchen. He pushed the door open slowly and was worried to see the entire household crowded around the dining table.
“…What’s going on…?” Madara called, walking in completely.
Hashirama looked around and faced Madara. His expression reminded the younger of the night he was told that Tobi had been killed. …Izuna…?
“What’s wrong with my brother?!” Madara gasped as terror clutched at him once again. “Is he okay?! Why are you looking at me like that, again?! Stop it!”
“Madara-kun…” Hashirama said in a soft tone as he walked towards the younger. He took said male into a tight hug. “Can you not see Izuna-kun on Tobi’s lap…?”
Madara gulped as he wiped at his teary eyes. He turned to Tobirama, trying to see past him. The second he saw the familiar black hair, he shoved Hashirama out of the way and ran to Izuna.
Madara grabbed Izuna from the younger Senju and turned the younger Uchiha to face him. Madara let out a some choked sobs as he stared at all the bruises covering Izuna’s pretty face. Madara looked down his brother’s body and he was angered to see bruises and cuts adorning his body, too.
“Who did this to you, Izuna…?” Madara whispered, hugging his brother tightly.
“Aniki…” Izuna sobbed, hugging back. “I-I’m sorry… I-I don't hate you… I’m sorry I left…! I love you, nii-san!”
“I love you, too, otouto,” Madara whispered. “I swear I’ll kill whoever did this to you!”
Izuna shook his head. “No, aniki… P-please don't…”
“Izuna…”
“Madara-kun,” Hashirama placed a hand on Madara’s shoulder, “I think Izuna-kun just wants a rest. Okay?”
Madara nodded and pulled Izuna away from the kitchen and upstairs to their bedroom.
--LINEBREAK--
It was only a few days after Izuna returned back home, and said Uchiha and his two nephews were the only ones at home. The three adult Senjus were working and their kids were at school, and Madara had to go to his doctor’s appointment, leaving Izuna home alone with Itachi and Sasuke.
Izuna had been rather timid lately, so Sasuke was upstairs with Itachi, leaving Izuna to have a rest.
“Aniki,” Sasuke said, running the brush through Itachi’s long hair gently, “I want to go shopping.”
Itachi nodded. “Okay. I’ll ask Izuna-oji-san to take us, okay?”
Sasuke smiled and nodded, putting the brush down and hugging Itachi tightly. “I’m so glad that you’re nice to me, again, Itachi-nii!”
Itachi frowned, looking down, remembering his conversation with Hashirama. It hurt to remember that, because it reminded him of Tobi’s death. He fought back tears and eventually turned to embrace Sasuke back.
“Hn. Come, Sasuke.”
Sasuke followed his brother out of the room and downstairs to where Izuna was sitting on the couch, watching the television quietly.
“Izuna-oji-san?” Itachi called, stepping into the room.
Izuna turned his still-bruised face towards his nephews. “What is it…?” he asked quietly.
“Sasuke wants to go shopping,” Itachi explained. “Can you take us, please?”
Izuna frowned and reached up, stroking his cheek warily. “…My bruises…”
“Mito-chan has makeup you can use to hide them!” Sasuke chirped excitedly. “She won’t mind if you use it! She lets me play dress-up with it, sometimes!”
Izuna frowned at the thought of wearing makeup, but he looked at Itachi. The younger Uchiha had been so good lately, and if he wanted to spend some time with someone else instead of in his room alone, then…
Izuna smiled weakly. “Okay… Sasuke, will you… put some on for me, please?”
Sasuke smiled and nodded. “Hai, hai!”
Izuna smiled and stood up, following the youngest boy upstairs into Mito’s bedroom, and Itachi followed behind slowly. Itachi watched his otouto apply makeup on his uncle’s face, and soon enough, they were piled up in the brand-new car Hashirama had bought for them a few weeks ago.
--LINEBREAK--
“Sasuke, don't you think you’ve spent enough time on this ride?” Itachi asked wearily, trying to coax Sasuke off of the merry-go-round.
Sasuke shook his head. “Nu-uh! I want another go!”
“Sasuke…” Itachi sighed but he couldn’t help but slip in another dollar to get the ride started again. “Sasuke, we have to go, soon, okay? Oji-san wants us to help him do the groceries, and he’ll be finished looking at his own shops soon.”
Sasuke pouted but nodded. “One more go after this, please?”
Itachi sighed again. “Hn…”
Itachi was silent for a few minutes as he watched his brother enjoying himself, but when he heard footsteps approaching them, he turned around, coming face-to-face with a group of boys.
“Oh, look at this little baby,” one of the boys sneered, pointing at Sasuke. “Look at him playing on a baby ride!”
Itachi growled. “Don't talk about my brother like that.”
“What’cha gonna do about it, you little faggot?” Another boy laughed. “You think you can take all of us on?”
“Fuck off.” Itachi snarled.
“What was that? No, I won’t fuck you up the ass! Why don't you ask your brother to do that for you? Unless you like to be in his ass?”
“I. Said. Fuck. Off.” Itachi snarled.
The boys laughed and crowded around Itachi, cracking their knuckles and leering intimidatingly. Itachi wasn’t afraid, but Sasuke sure was. He whimpered.
“A-aniki!”
At his small voice, the boys turned, sneering at Sasuke and instead turning to approach the younger child. As soon as Itachi saw this, he tackled the boy closest to Sasuke, and he didn't care that the others had attacked him; he was going to defend his brother, tooth-and-nail.
“Hey!” The boys jumped off of Itachi at an angry shout, looking at Izuna who was running towards them. “Get away from them!”
Sasuke ran to his uncle and Izuna picked him up in a tight hug, hurrying to Itachi’s side, scaring the group of boys away. Izuna knelt down beside Itachi and reached out, stroking his bruised cheek and tearing up at the sight of Itachi’s bloody nose.
“Are you okay, Itachi-kun?” Izuna asked worriedly.
Itachi nodded. “I'm fine. Is Sasuke?”
“Yes, he’s okay.”
More footsteps approached the three Uchiha, and they turned to find a young woman standing there, looking at Izuna with lust in her eyes. Izuna stepped back instinctively, hating to see lust in anyone’s eyes.
“Are these your kids?” she asked in a flirting tone. Izuna didn't miss the way her eyes scanned his hand, most likely looking for a wedding ring.
Izuna shook his head. “No…” he said quietly. “They’re my nephews.”
“That’s wonderful,” the woman said, stepping closer to Izuna, who was now backed up against a wall. “You know, you’re very cute. My name is Masuyo. What is yours, handsome?”
“…Izuna…” Izuna whispered, beginning to tremble; it was obvious what this girl wanted, and Izuna didn't want to give it to her.
“Oh, such a sexy name,” Masuyo whispered, closing the distance between her and Izuna. “Sexy, just like you are.”
“I-I’m sorry, but I’m not looking for this type of thing…” Izuna whispered, putting Sasuke down on the ground and pushing him to get him away from them.
“Oh, but you haven’t had me in bed, yet,” Masuyo smirked, reaching up to stroke Izuna’s cheek. “I’ll bet I’m the best lay you’ll ever have.”
“I-I don't want it…” Izuna whimpered, beginning to tear up.
“Oh, don't cry, my sexy boy. How about I… do this…?”
Masuyo lowered her hand from Izuna’s cheek, running it down his body and resting at Izuna’s waistband of his pants. Izuna’s breaths became ragged and quick as his heart began to race in panic. Memories flooded his eyes, blinding him, but all he could see of reality was Masuyo’s hand slowly slipping inside of his pants, clutching at his limp member and squeezing it tightly.
That was it for Izuna. Izuna screamed and shoved Masuyo away, collapsing onto the ground and curling up in a little ball, screams of terror escaping his lips as he cried hysterically, shaking violently.
“Oji-san!” Sasuke squealed, running to his uncle’s side and kneeling down next to him. He went to reach out and touch his uncle’s shoulder, but Itachi stopped him.
“Don't touch him, Sasuke,” Itachi warned. “He doesn't want to be touched right now. Oji-san, I’m going to call Tobirama, okay? It’s okay; Tobi will be here soon.”
Izuna couldn’t hear his nephew. All he could hear was his own deafening screams as he felt hands from the past all over his body.
It didn't take long for Izuna to pass out from his rapid breathing, and not long later, Tobirama arrived, running straight to Izuna and picking the unconscious Uchiha up.
“Izuna-kun…” whispered Tobi, rocking him gently. “Thank you so much, Itachi-kun… I-I don't know what would’ve happened if you didn't call me. I’m going to take him home, now, okay?”
Itachi nodded. “Take us, too.” He said, picking Sasuke up and following the Senju out to the parking lot.
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