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Addicted to the Wrong Thing	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 1755 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Izuna!”
Izuna sighed as Madara screamed out for him from the bedroom; this was the fourth occurrence in as many days, and Madara had only been home from the hospital for five. Izuna got up off his bed and headed into the next room, upset to see Madara looking so angry at him – Izuna had no idea what he had done wrong this time.
“What is it, nii-san?” Izuna asked, trying to keep his voice calm when, really, he only wanted to scream and cry about how unfair Madara was, how close Izuna was to quitting altogether, and how Madara was only making everything worse.
“Have you made dinner yet?” Madara demanded, leaning down to snort his cocaine and then grab his syringe to inject his amphetamines. His eyes burned with anger as he stared at his little brother.
Izuna shook his head, his eyes watering slowly, and he flinched inwardly for the anger that he knew Madara was about to release upon him – the way that Madara’s body had begun to shake and he was clenching and unclenching his fists only backed up Izuna’s assumption . “No, nii-san… There’s no food left in the house to eat because you haven’t gone shopping yet...”
Madara was silent until he had snorted and injected the last of his drugs, but when he turned to face Izuna yet again Izuna did flinch openly at the look on Madara’s face; Madara was furious. The older Uchiha stood up, his face red from the anger.
“So it’s my fault, Izuna?” Madara shouted, swiping out with his hand and slapping the lamp off the bedside table, sending it smashing onto the ground. “What was wrong with you getting the food for once, you lazy little twerp? Why leave it all up to me?”
“N-no, aniki, i-it’s—“ Izuna tried desperately to explain himself, but Madara was scaring him worse than usual with his angry mood; Izuna was almost too scared to even look at Madara – he didn’t want his brother to hurt him again -- which he tended to do quite a lot when he was very angry.
“It’s what, Izuna? What?” Madara approached Izuna, glaring with such hatred at his brother.
“There’s no money to buy anything with!” Izuna shouted back, tears in his eyes. Yes, he was terrified, but he just couldn’t take this anymore; he had been living with Madara’s shit for four years now, and enough was enough! Madara wasn’t going to change; he would never be that loving brother he once was ever again. He would only be… be this!
“So?” Madara snapped, picking up his used syringe and throwing at Izuna, just barely missing pricking the younger boy. “Go out and steal food! Or beg! You’re good at begging; you fucking live off of me! I hate you, Izuna! Fuck off out of my house! If you’re not going to take care of me like you’re supposed to, than what good are you here? Get out and never come back!”
Izuna couldn’t hold back the tears; he knew that Madara was probably so high he didn't understand what he was saying, but it still hurt all the same. But when Izuna really thought about it, Madara acted the same way even when he hadn’t had his drugs for a few days. Did Madara… even care about Izuna at all? Izuna knew that Madara tended to take his anger out on Izuna even when the boy hadn’t done anything wrong, and looking back on everything it seemed like Madara really did enjoy using Izuna as his personal punching bag.
With these realizations in mind it took only second for Izuna to comprehend that he was finally done with everything. He was. No more. If Madara didn’t want him in his life, then Izuna would leave; Izuna didn't want to be here, anyway. He left the room and ran down to the front door, slamming it shut behind him and running down to the Central Business District, determined to get as far away from his ex-home as he could.
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Hours later, Madara groaned as he threw his empty alcohol bottle at the wall, shattering it. He glared at the mess and raised a hand to his neck gingerly, remembering the way that shard of glass had forced him to be rushed to the hospital. He winced at the twinge of pain that he felt as his hand connected with the stitching underneath the bandages and pulled his hand away, instead getting to his feet.
“Stupid otouto should be back by now with my dinner...” He snarled to himself, leaving his bedroom and stumbling out into the living room.
Madara grabbed the phone from the coffee table and dialed Izuna’s mobile number, but when he heard the familiar ring tone from Izuna’s bedroom he threw the phone against the wall, smashing it into many tiny pieces. He stormed into Izuna’s room, ready to rip into the younger Uchiha, but when he saw no trace of said brother he frowned, not in concern, but because the anger was overwhelming him.
“Izuna!” Madara screamed furiously at the top of his voice, not caring as the stitching on his throat split from the action, spilling blood everywhere. “…Izuna, where the fuck are you? I want my fucking dinner, you little bastard!”
When there was no answer, Madara swore and stormed out of the bedroom and to the front door, ripping it open, stepping out onto the porch and screaming Izuna’s name, paying his neighbors no heed.
“Izuna, you little whore!” Madara didn't care who heard him; he only wanted his dinner. “Get your worthless ass back here, Izuna!”
There was still no reply. That was strange -- Izuna always answered Madara when Madara was like this. Where was Izuna? Did Izuna… run away? At the mere thought of this occurring, Madara couldn’t help but become scared. Why he was scared, though, even Madara couldn’t understand.
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Izuna shook while his teeth chattered violently as he walked down his school’s corridor the next morning. He had spent the entire night sleeping on a park bench underneath some newspapers. It had been absolutely freezing and Izuna was sure he had caught something from his nightly adventure; he felt so absolutely horrible it was like it was killing him!
“Uchiha-kun?” Izuna looked up at his name to see his principal looking at him with her eyes wide and her jaw clenched. It seemed that she was worried about the Uchiha. “Are you okay?”
Izuna put on a brave face and nodded. “I-I’m f-fine…”
“You don't look fine to me,” the principal, Tsunade said softly. “Would you like to go to sickbay and have a lie down?”
Izuna shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes; he didn’t want to do anything; he just wanted to go to class and hide away in a dark corner so he could be by himself. “I j-j-just want to g-g-go t-to c-class, T-t-tsunade-s-sama…”
The principal nodded and allowed Izuna to go his way. She couldn’t pry information from Izuna, but she had a horrible suspicion that Izuna’s brother was the cause of whatever was bothering the boy – it wouldn’t be the first time that Izuna had come to school absolutely miserable and on the verge of an emotional breakdown because of his older brother.
Izuna walked the corridor silently, trying to warm up but he was so cold it felt like he was lying in snow. He pushed the door open to his biology class and took his usual seat, but the teacher jumped up and grabbed Izuna’s hand the second he took a good look at the Uchiha, and pulled him out of the classroom.
“Izuna-kun!” He said with deep concern in his voice. “What is wrong? Something is seriously wrong! You’re covered in bruises and cuts and you look sick as a dog! Why aren’t you at home resting?”
Izuna shook his head. He tried to stop his teeth chattering but it was useless. He had a horrible migraine that just wouldn’t stop and all he could do was let tears leak out of his eyes. He felt like he was dying, but even so, Izuna refused to go home. It was clear that he wasn’t welcome there anymore and, even if he still was, Izuna didn’t want to go back.
“S-s-sir, I-I –“
“That’s it,” the teacher said, a stoic expression on his face as he reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out, flipping it open. “I'm calling your brother to come and get you.”
Izuna gasped at that. He couldn’t go home to Madara – not now! Madara would kill him! Izuna tried to scream for the teacher to stop what he was doing but he was overcome by nausea and fell to his knees, vomiting up what little food he had left in him.
That left no room for argument and before he knew it, Izuna was laying in sick bay waiting for Madara to come and get him. He wished he would just hurry up and die already; once Madara got his hands on him he was as good as dead. As much dread as Izuna had inside of him right now, he was too exhausted to stay awake and wait for Madara to arrive. The second he closed his eyes, he fell into a deep sleep, not even noticing when, an hour and a half later, gentle hands grabbed him and carefully lifted him off of the bed, holding him tenderly like an old lady would her precious, fragile china.
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Madara was silent as he carried his brother home. His car was still out of fuel so he was forced to walk to the school and back, and seeing as his brother was in no condition to walk -- let alone wake up -- he was forced to carry him all the way home.
A small cough startled Madara as Izuna begun to shift in the older Uchiha’s hold and Izuna’s soft, tentative voice sounded. “N-nii-s-s-san…?”
“It’s me…” Madara muttered, anger underlying his tone, but he couldn’t help but try and be gentle with his brother right now – Izuna’s disappearance last night had really scared him, as much as he would deny it to anyone else. “Shut up and go back to sleep.”
Izuna nodded and nestled back up against Madara’s neck, not noticing that blood was staining one side of his bandages and the area surrounding it. He just felt so safe in his brother’s arms right now and he didn't want this moment to end – Izuna couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so protected and loved around his brother. “I love you, ‘niki…” Izuna mumbled as he closed his eyes again.
“…” Inside, Madara was fuming. He wanted to get home and murder his brother for last night but… there was a feeling deep inside of his heart that he just couldn’t ignore. He couldn’t quite explain it, but it felt like his stomach was flopping around everywhere, and Madara could tell that it wasn’t because of the anger.
Hashirama wouldn’t want me to kill my brother… Madara thought to himself. Madara nodded, satisfied with that thought.   …Until the next one came. But Hashirama isn’t here, now, is he? He’s dead because of you! You just wouldn’t listen to him! No, you just wanted to make yourself happy, because all you care about is yourself! No one will care if you kill Izuna! Your parents hate you and neither of you have any friends! Izuna is better off dead, anyway! You can’t take care of him or provide for him – he’s the one who looks after you. Some brother you are… You’re a disgrace!
Madara flinched at those thoughts and shivered. “S-shut up…” He mumbled, trying his best not to let the tears well up in his eyes. He subconsciously tightened his hold on his brother, quickening his pace.
Izuna opened his eyes at Madara’s voice; Madara was talking to himself again. It wasn’t the first time he had done that. Izuna wasn’t sure why Madara would talk to himself like that, but it always scared him. One second Madara was like a frightened puppy that knew its owner was about to beat it again, and then the aura around him would become murderous before going back to cowering again. It just didn't make sense.
“… Have you had your doses, yet, nii-san?” Izuna whispered, his voice full of sorrow. He couldn’t stand asking this question but it was a necessity; he had to make sure Madara wouldn’t trip out in public and hurt himself or someone else. It had happened before, Izuna still had the events of that incident engraved in his mind, it was one of the scariest things Izuna had ever seen Madara do while he was high.
Madara nodded. “Yes… Had my shots before I left.”
Izuna frowned and looked down at Madara’s arms, there were so many marks on them from the syringes and Izuna knew everyone could see them because Madara didn’t like long-sleeves. That’s why everyone avoided him and the school never allowed him to show up except for -- like today.
   Izuna’s school had reported Madara so many times, but for some reason Izuna was never removed from Madara’s custody. He knew that many members of their family were on the police force, but Madara was the black sheep; he had been kicked out of the family from an early age and then went to live with his friend, Hashirama, and Hashirama’s brother, Tobirama.
Madara hadn’t been into drugs or alcohol at all before the accident had happened, so when Madara came home for the first time with a joint Izuna hadn’t understood what was going on. Madara had comforted Izuna, telling him that it would be okay and that Madara just needed some alone time, and that now everything would be better again. That had been four years ago, and things were yet to get better – they were only getting worse. Izuna knew that Madara did all this to escape from reality; he just hurt far too much inside and didn’t know how to deal with it.
Madara was the reason Hashirama and Tobirama had died, and knowing that he could lose Izuna made everything worse. He knew that if he ever lost Izuna, he would never be able to cope, and as much hell as he knew that he was putting Izuna through, he just couldn’t stop doing what he was doing. He didn’t know why this was but, gods, had he tried to change his ways.
Izuna couldn’t bear the thought of losing Madara either but, at the same time, wanted to get away from him. Izuna had just had too much of Madara’s anger and self-loathing to want to stay with him any longer. It was too much for the poor boy.
With these thoughts in mind, Izuna nuzzled up against Madara, allowing a few tears to leak down his cheeks. If Madara had saw them he made no comment, but Izuna would later swear that he felt Madara clutching him just a little bit tighter.
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The walk back to the house took forever. Madara was carrying Izuna with one arm around the boy’s waist and the younger brother’s school bag with the other, but as Madara unlocked the front door and carried Izuna upstairs into the boy’s bedroom, a chime from the doorbell at the door made Madara look up.
He growled and laid Izuna in down gently, pulling the covers over the sleeping boy before kissing Izuna’s forehead and leaving to go downstairs and get the door. When he opened it, he found an amused-looking man standing on the porch, a smirk on his face.
“Uchiha Madara?” The man asked, his eyes scanning the Uchiha’s body, with disgust making itself obvious. Madara nodded and didn't miss the way the man’s stare stopped at the marks on Madara’s left arm. “I'm here to inform you that you have three days to pay off all your debt or you’ll lose your house.”
Madara snarled, stepping closer to the man, wanting to hit him – how dare he play such mind-games with Madara? “What?”
“You’re over eighty-thousand dollars in debt, Uchiha-san. We have been very patient knowing that you have a younger brother to support, and all your difficulties, but enough is enough. If you don't pay us the money in three days you will be removed from your house while we repossess it and everything inside.”
Madara rubbed at his arms self-consciously, silently wishing that the man would stop staring at them. Anger was boiling up inside of him, though. “You try and kick me out of this house and I will slit your throat.” Madara snarled, hatred in his eyes. “It’s like you said; I have a younger brother to look after and put through schooling.”
“Maybe if you weren’t on the drugs you wouldn’t have this problem.” The man smirked before walking off. “Maybe you should put on a jacket; your arms are disgusting, you junkie freak.”
Madara watched the man go, and the further he got from Madara’s sight, the more Madara’s anger boiled down and was replaced with sadness and fear. Madara slid down the wall, grabbing at his hair and he himself was shocked that he was beginning to cry. Madara was losing his house? That couldn’t be! How could he…? Madara would do anything to keep this house! He couldn’t lose it! No matter what!
“I have to get the money from them…” Madara whispered to himself, crying harder at the mere thought of seeing them, but thinking about Izuna and their home made Madara’s heart ache. “It’s the only way…”
With that, Madara wiped at his tears, getting up and jogging away from his home, intent on getting the money.
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