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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
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  “Aniki!” Sasuke ran to his brother the second they arrived back at their home. Itachi knelt down and opened his arms, pulling his little brother into a tight hug. “Aniki, I missed you so much!”
“I know, Sasuke…” Itachi soothed gently, watching as Tamiko helped Izuna into the house slowly, taking him straight upstairs into his bedroom so he could have a rest.
Mikoto was sitting at the couch, watching her two sons, crying softly. Itachi had told her some of the things they had gone through without her, and it broke her heart to know that they had gone through such a rough time. Though Itachi hadn’t told her about the foster family, or some of the things that had happened after, Mikoto was still filled in with most of the recent events, except for Itachi being responsible for Tobi’s death, after all.
“Sasuke…!” Mikoto sobbed softly, standing up to pull her youngest son into a tight hug. “Sasuke…!”
  Sasuke didn't move in his mother’s embrace. He was slightly afraid, to be honest. He couldn’t remember his mother at all; he was just too young to remember her. All he could remember about his mother was shouting and crying, and sometimes screaming. Even during the last couple of weeks, Mikoto had only seen Sasuke a handful of times, choosing to stay with Itachi more than anyone.
Mikoto had, of course, been worried about her two younger brothers, but her main priority was her two sons. She barely remembered her brothers, having been separated from them at such a young age, so it was only natural for her to have more a bond with her two sons.
Upstairs, Izuna was confused; no one had told him about Mikoto, and he had absolutely no idea who was in the house. Tamiko was downstairs getting him a glass of water, so Izuna was left alone to his thoughts. As usual, he was thinking about his brother. He was still so confused about everything Madara had done that day, and the more Izuna thought about it, the more he began to feel hatred towards Madara. He hadn’t done anything to deserve such treatment, and he had been abused enough in life to want to have to live with someone who obviously hated him enough to scream and stab him for no reason.
He felt hot tears running down his cheeks, but he didn't move to wipe them away; he just sat up in his bed, staring at his lap. He wanted to look around the room, but he knew if he did that, than he would be looking at Madara’s belongings, and he didn't want to be reminded about his brother right now.
“Izuna-kun?” Izuna looked up at Tamiko’s voice, and he smiled weakly.
“Thank you, Tamiko-chan…” Izuna whispered, reaching out for the glass of water Tamiko was holding out for him.
“You’re welcome, Izuna-kun. Is there anything else you’d like?”
Izuna shook his head, taking a sip of water before looking back down at his lap. “…Who is that girl…?”
Tamiko bit her lip; in all honesty, she had no idea if Izuna knew that he had a sister or not; as far as she knew, Madara never spoke about Mikoto to anyone but Hashirama.
“That’s your sister…” Tamiko said softly, not sure how Izuna was going to react.
“…” Izuna looked up, confusion on his face. “…What…?”
“Your sister, Izuna-kun… You do know that you have a sister, right?”
Izuna shrugged, biting his lip as tears streamed down his cheeks harder. “…Ma… he used to tell me that I had a sister, but… he couldn’t remember anything about her… What is her name…?”
“Mikoto,” Tamiko said softly, sitting down on the bed beside Izuna and reaching out to pet his back gently. “Her name is Mikoto, Izuna-kun.”
“…Can…” Izuna let out a loud sob. “…can I meet her…?”
Tamiko smiled and nodded, reaching out to tuck a long bang back behind Izuna’s ear. “Would you like me to bring her up or would you rather come down?”
Izuna mumbled something that Tamiko didn't quiet catch. “Sorry, Izuna-kun? What was that?”
“…Bring her up…” Izuna mumbled again, his body beginning to shake visibly. “…Please…”
Tamiko nodded and kissed Izuna’s cheek gently. “Of course.”
Izuna watched Tamiko leave the room, and he could barely contain his loud sobs. It was hurting his stomach, crying so hard, but he couldn’t help it. It didn't take long for Tamiko to return with Mikoto, and when they did, Izuna could only stare at Mikoto, sobbing loudly.
  Mikoto stared back, crying softly, but it took only a few moments before she ran to Izuna, pulling him into a tight hug and crying into his chest. Izuna sat back placidly but he didn't make an attempt to embrace his new-found sister; he didn't feel comfortable being so close to someone he didn't know.
“Izuna…” Mikoto whispered Izuna’s name over and over again like a mantra. “My baby brother…”
“…” Izuna was silent, unable to say anything. He was finally meeting his long-lost sister, but it just didn't feel right; Izuna had always imagined it would be he and Madara meeting their sister together under happy circumstances, but it was only Izuna and Mikoto meeting together under depressing and extremely hard circumstances while Madara was locked up somewhere in a mental hospital.
“Nee-san…” Izuna mumbled, finally wrapping his arms around his sister. “…Nee-san…”
Izuna leant forward, placing his head on Mikoto’s chest, pulling his arms from around his sister back to himself, cuddling in close to his sister’s warmth. Mikoto wrapped her arms around Izuna to accommodate his new position, and she held him close while Izuna sobbed himself to sleep.
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Tsuki watched Madara through the small window atop his room’s door a few days later. The male was inside, crying again, but Tsuki was glad that he had given up throwing himself into the padded walls. It hurt her to see the man try and hurt himself because of his anger.
Tsuki knocked on the door and opened it slowly. “Madara-kun…?” she called gently, knowing that Madara was easily startled. “Madara-kun, I have something for you.”
Madara looked up, trying to hide his tears. He was silent as he watched Tsuki carefully, his eyes never leaving her form as she crossed the room and sat down beside Madara. Madara flinched when Tsuki reached out and stroked his head.
“Hn!” Madara grunted, shaking his head to try and get Tsuki’s hand away. “…!”
Tsuki sighed and pulled away; Madara wasn’t big at all on contact, and Tsuki had learnt early on that if Madara’s wishes for space were ignored, he wasn’t against using his teeth to bite at you.
“…” Madara’s black eyes just watched Tsuki curiously, a hint of fear in them; he was probably afraid of what Tsuki had gotten him.
“I figured a day out might be good for you, Madara-kun,” Tsuki smiled softly, reaching into her pocket and pulling out some money. “I cleared it with the hospital staff; would you like to come out into town with me for a few hours? I’m sure that it will be much more exciting than sitting in this room all the time.”
“…” Madara nodded.
Tsuki smiled. “Then let me get you out of this strait jacket. Here.”
Madara frowned when Tsuki released him from the jacket, and he stretched almost immediately. It felt good to be free once more. He scanned Tsuki’s form once more, careful to search for anything that could be a threat to him. When he found none, he was content.
“Let’s go,” Tsuki smiled gently, getting up and opening the door for Madara. She knew she should tell Madara about what would happen should Madara get angry again, though. “Just so you know, Madara-kun, I have a syringe hidden on my person just in case something goes wrong. It won’t harm you, but it will make you very sleepy. I would hate to have you not knowing, but I promise I’ll only use it as a last resort, but I don't think I will be using it, anyway.”
Madara shrugged. He didn't care what happened to him anymore. He followed Tsuki out of the room, and he was glad to go outside once again.
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“Tobi-oji-san…” Akemi looked up at her uncle and reached up, wanting to be held.
Tobi picked his niece up without hesitation, holding her tightly. Mito had cried herself to sleep a few hours ago, Naoki curled up next to her. Tamiko was staying home with the others, unable to handle watching her unresponsive father any longer.
“Tobi-oji-san,” Akemi began to cry, “when will tou-san wake up? I want to talk to him! I miss tou-san…!”
Tobi wiped at his own tears and nodded. “I know, Akemi… I know, sweetheart… It’s hard, but… we have to be strong for aniki…”
Tobirama understood that Akemi didn't understand what was wrong with her father, and she would’ve been so confused as to why no one was leaving Hashirama’s hospital room and allowing them to miss school on top of everything else. Akemi was able to understand that Madara had done something to her father, but no one had told her what had happened. All Akemi knew was that Madara had gotten angry and Hashirama didn't want to hurt Madara, so he allowed Madara to hit him. That was all they had told Akemi, and they were hoping that they would never have to tell her the truth; the truth about how Madara had slit Hashirama’s throat, stabbed him repeatedly and then attacked him with his bare hands before turning on his own brother.
“I miss my tou-san…!” Akemi sobbed. “Tou-san…!”
“Shh, honey…” Tobi soothed, sitting down on the free seat and pulling Akemi onto his lap. He rubbed the girl’s back gently. “Shh… Sweetheart, you have to understand that… that Hashi-nii… Oh, kami… he may not… wake… up… again…”
“I don't understand!” Akemi sobbed.   “Why won’t tou-san wake up! Why! Oji-san!”
Tobirama held his niece lovingly, allowing her to cry herself to sleep, all the while watching his comatose brother. Akemi was out for about an hour, and while Hashirama had no moved for that hour, Tobi’s heart nearly stopped when Hashirama’s fingers began to twitch.
“H-hashi-nii…” Tobi whimpered, gently putting Akemi onto the ground and standing up, hurrying to his brother’s side. “Hashi-nii…!”
Just as soon as it began, Hashirama’s fingers stopped twitching, but Tobi was taking that as a positive sign; Hashirama must be waking up! Tobi couldn’t stop his tears, and he reached out to take his brother’s hand.
“Hashi-nii…” Tobi whimpered to his brother. “Please… you need to wake up! You need to! I need you, and so does your family! Hashi-nii! Please… wake up…! I love you, aniki…!”
No response whatsoever came from Hashirama, and Tobi couldn’t help but let go of his brother’s hand and curl up in a corner, crying hysterically. Tobi missed his brother so much; it had already been so long since Hashirama had fallen into his coma, and the younger Senju didn't know how much more of this he could take.
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