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History Repeated?	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3447 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-History Repeated?
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“Izuna’s dead, Madara. It’s your fault. Sign the peace treaty or we’ll kill you!”
“Why should I care if you kill me or not!” Madara spat back as he surveyed his clansmen. “You’ve all already done so much to me -- I would welcome death if it weren’t for my brother!”
“Madara, please…” Hashirama begged quietly, the peace treaty in his hands. “Please sign the treaty. Please. I couldn’t bear to see you killed…”
“I'm your enemy!” Madara screamed. “You should be happy to see me killed!”
“Sign the treaty, Madara!” Someone in the Uchiha clan threw a kunai at Madara’s head. “We’ve all had enough of the fighting! Enough is enough! Did Izuna’s death mean nothing to you?!”
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“Madara?”
Madara shook his head, clearing his thoughts. He had been so caught up in his memories that he hadn’t noticed Naruto trying to call him back into reality.
“What…?”
Madara’s voice sounded exhausted, Naruto had noted. It was almost like he was tired of fighting with Naruto all the time.
“You’re crying.” Naruto pointed out.
Madara gasped and wiped at his eyes. Sure enough, he had been crying – and the Uzumaki had seen it.
Madara had been in the Leaf Village for about two months now and the first month and a half had been very hard for him. It was obvious that he was just trying to protect himself against everyone else but he wouldn’t believe anyone when they said that they weren’t trying to hurt him.
Naruto had been stressed out to the max, trying his best to get Madara to relax and open up but no matter what he did, Madara would only get angry and draw further into himself.
But right now it seemed that Madara was tired of always being defensive and was finally starting to crack.
“I… I miss my otouto…” Madara said quietly, unable to believe that he was opening up to the Uzumaki at all.
“Your otouto?” Naruto echoed, feeling sorry for the Uchiha. “Izuna?”
Madara nodded and lay down on the couch, pulling the blanket up over his body more. He hadn’t realised how cold it had gotten until then.
“…The clan said I didn't care that he had died… Why am I telling you this? You won’t understand, nor will you even care.”
Naruto shook his head. “Madara, I know I don't understand that very well, but I truly do care…”
“Liar… Leave me alone…”
“You should tell me more, Madara.” Naruto tried, smiling reassuringly. “I promise not to tell anyone else and it will do good to get it off your chest.”
“You… can’t be trusted!” Madara had managed to find the strength to scream this at Naruto before falling back onto the couch in exhaustion. He panted heavily.
“Madara, can’t you see that all this distrust and hate you harbour inside of you is hurting you?” Naruto tried. “You’ve exhausted yourself so much that you’re crying! You have to relax, Madara! You’re only hurting yourself.”
“Fuck off!” Madara coughed out before falling over in a coughing fit. He stood back up, trying to stand proudly, but it failed -- he was panting harshly and coughs struck him every couple of seconds.
Naruto rushed to Madara’s side, placing a hand on Madara’s back. He rubbed it soothingly, trying to help.
“D-don't!” Madara screeched, pulling away so fiercely that he struck the coffee table, falling onto it with enough force to fall through it.
“Madara!” Naruto didn't miss the panic in Madara’s voice as he told Naruto to not touch him, but that was the least of his concerns -- Madara was bleeding badly and he looked like he was hurting.
“D-don't…” Madara coughed blood up this time. “…Don't touch m-me!”
“Madara, you’re hurt!” Naruto exclaimed, horror on his face. “Your arm is broken!”
“I-is… not…” Madara ignored the agony shooting through his skinny frame as the bone in his arm stuck out of the skin.
“Madara --!”
Madara fainted.
--LINEBREAK--
“He’s going to be okay.”
Madara listened lazily as Tsunade informed Naruto about the situation.
“Well, his arm will be, anyway. I’ve repaired it, but… he’s so sick from the stress. Not only that, but he’s got pneumonia.”
“Can he come home?”
Madara’s curiosity peaked; Naruto was worried?
Tsunade nodded. “He can… but he’s got to take it easy. He needs to relax as best he can and—“
“I'm right here, you know?” Madara said, putting his head back down on the hospital bed pillow and closing his eyes. “Don't speak about me as if I'm a dog or something.”
Tsunade frowned and nodded apologetically. “I'm sorry, Madara. As I was saying, your stress levels are through the roof, and you have pneumonia on top of that. You can return back to Naruto’s apartment but you’re to relax and take it easy, Madara. I’ll give you some antibiotics that you’re to take three times a day. One with breakfast, one at lunch, and one with dinner.”
Madara grimaced. He hated taking medications. Naruto looked at the Uchiha, seemingly confused.
“If you’re immortal, Madara,” he began, “then why can you still get sick?”
“Pfft,” Madara spat. “I'm immortal. Not immune.”
“Whatever.” Tsunade rolled her eyes. “Just take these and get out of here. I need the bed for patients that are actually going to die…”
“Bitch…” Madara muttered as he got to his feet with a cough.
“Madara, are you okay?” Naruto reached out to touch Madara again.
The Uchiha shot back with a snarl. “I really, really resent being touched.” He growled, glaring at Naruto.
“Why?”
“None of your business!”
“Okay, okay, I'm sorry!”
“You’d better be…” Madara muttered, shivering from the cold that he could feel.
--LINEBREAK—
“Otouto, I don't understand…” Madara whispered to himself after Naruto had gone to bed. “Why does he act so hard like he cares about me? Shouldn’t he have given up by now? He’s taken such good care of me while I’ve been unwell… Could it… be that he really does… care?”
Madara looked down the hall to Naruto’s room. Snores could be heard from within it.
“Otouto, there’s something else I don't understand… Why am I getting a funny feeling in my stomach? Do I care, too… about Naruto? I haven’t cared about anyone in so many years… Ever since the Senju betrayed me…”
Madara rolled to his side and snuggled in closer to the couch. His mind flicked back onto several horrible memories for him -- memories he had blocked out for so long he had almost forgotten all about them. But now, reliving those moments in his mind once more, he was reduced to a frightened mess of tears.
Madara hadn’t noticed Naruto coming out of his room to check on him, so when he felt a hand on his shoulder, he gasped and shrunk into himself, terrified. As a soothing voice spoke to him in a comforting manner, he soon relaxed, lulled to sleep by the peaceful words.
Madara couldn’t remember a time where someone other than his brother, or only lover, Senju Hashirama, had ever been so kind to him. He had lost them both a very long time ago and after convincing himself that he could never have it again, here it was, soothing him into his first relaxed sleep in years.
--LINEBREAK--
“N-no!” Madara cried out, thrashing to get out from underneath a member of the Senju Clan. “Leave me alone!”
The Senju laughed, stroking Madara’s cheek before tightening the blindfold. “I don't know how Hashirama could ever fuck a thing like you. You’re a monster. Inhuman. You know Hashirama was using you? He was cheating on you the whole time. He never loved you. He bragged about fucking you for his own selfish reasons -- so he could make his true love jealous! You actually believed him all the times he said he loved you? I thought that Sharingan could see through deception!”
“Y-you’re lying!” Madara screamed, tears spilling over as he could feel his heart breaking. “Hashirama always made love to me! He never once fucked me! He always did his best to make sure I was happy! You’re lying!”
The Senju laughed and lifted Madara’s shirt up to reveal Madara’s nipples. He tweaked them a few times before moving his hand down to stroke Madara’s member.
Madara cried out in discomfort. Only Hashirama could touch him there! “S-stop!”
“You know why Hashirama was chosen for Hokage?” The Senju continued on. “Because someone as blind and vicious as yourself could never be Hokage! Not someone who murdered his own brother for his eyes! Now that the Uchiha have disowned you, Hashirama was planning on killing you! He’s always hated you! After he’d come back from the Uchiha district he would always rant about how disgusting he felt and how much he hated your guts!”
Madara let out a loud sob at those words, unable to believe them. “I… I love Hashirama!”
“But he doesn't love you,” the Senju sneered. “He only loved your body, and what you could do for him.”
By now, Madara’s young mind was in turmoil. He didn't want to believe the Senju but his foolish heart did. Madara felt betrayed. Used. Unloved. If Madara had kept a calm mind he would have realised that the Senju was doing this to make Madara more vulnerable then he already was. Hashirama did love him and had never been with anyone but Madara. Everything the Senju was saying were lies!
“Do you see now how stupid and worthless you are, Madara? All you can do is submit your body to me.”
Madara didn't care anymore -- in his mind he had already given up everything to Hashirama only to be betrayed. Madara could not have cared what this Senju did to him. Yes, Madara screamed and moaned in agony, and after the Senju had finished with him and left him bloody and covered in semen, still blindfolded, Madara was overcome with hatred and rage.
How dare Hashirama use Madara like that?!
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