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I'll Save Your Life	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2903 -:- 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-I'll Save Your Life
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- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
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"Fuck you!"
Hashirama's eyes opened quickly with a loud, frustrated sigh escaping his lips. Who was yelling at - Hashirama looked at the alarm clock on his bedside table - four-thirty-two in the morning?
"Go kill yourself, asshole!"
It was then that Hashirama realised that it was Madara was yelling, but at whom he didn't know. He sighed again and got up out of the bed. Why was it always coming to this? He had been missing out on so much sleep because of Madara lately and it was really taking its toll on the chocolate-haired man.
Madara had been with the Senju for a month now, but Hashirama was really getting annoyed with being woken up at all hours of the morning because of him picking fights with everyone who looked at him funny - and by funny, Hashirama meant that all you had to do was just glance at him.
"Stupid little whore!"
Hashirama froze – you had to be both suicidal and stupid to call Madara a whore. He had learnt that after one of the servants had retaliated to Madara's attempts at starting a fight by calling the boy a whore – Madara had started screaming incomprehensible words and lunged at the man, punching and kicking – looking very much like a rabid animal. It had taken both Hashirama and Tobirama to pry him away from the man.
"Go suck your daddy off again, Uchiha slut! He's waiting!"
Hashirama bit his lip - what would Madara do about that? He knew that Madara couldn't stand anything that would remind him of his old job, but if the boy's parents were spoken about, either one of two things would happen - one; he would scream and shout as he ranted about how no one were to speak about them, or two; he would go oddly quiet for a few minutes before leaving the room with tear-filled eyes.
Hashirama ran to where the voices were floating from and he was just in time to catch Madara before the Uchiha ran into him.
"Madara, honey." Hashirama knelt down in front of Madara, his hands on the boy's shoulders. "Are you okay?"
Madara refused to look at his elder but by the shaking of Madara's shoulders, Hashirama knew that Madara was sobbing silently. He frowned and grabbed the Uchiha by the chin, forcing him to look Hashirama in the eye. Madara allowed his face to be manhandled but he diverted his gaze to look away from the Senju.
"Madara-kun," Hashirama frowned, wiping at the Uchiha's tears. "Madara, honey, please don't cry. Who were you fighting with this time?"
"Your stupid brother!" Madara shouted angrily and with that, the dam had broken. Tears spilt forth and Madara was taken over by horrible cries of pain of emotional and mental agony, collapsing to his knees as he ripped at his long hair.
Hashirama took Madara into his arms and hugged him tightly, rubbing the Uchiha's back in an attempt to calm him. Madara pushed at Hashirama's chest, trying to get the Senju away from him but Hashirama wouldn't allow it - Madara was so upset right now and he needed to know that someone was there for him.
"What Tobi said was cruel, Madara-kun…" Hashirama whispered softly, sympathy in his voice. "He should never say those kinds of things to anyone but you've got to stop fighting with everyone, okay? I know you don't want to hear this, but you're only making it worse by picking fights and then fighting back when Tobi starts them."
"No!" Madara exclaimed angrily, his small body shaking with so much emotion. "If I don't fight back then they'll only hurt me more! I hate it here! I want to go! I don't want to be here anymore!"
Hashirama gasped, feeling his heart breaking. He didn't want Madara to leave! He just couldn't bear the thought of being without the Uchiha, but at the same time he knew that it would eventually come to this – he had just refused to acknowledge the fact.
"…" Hashirama was too busy trying to fight back his tears to say anything to Madara.
"Let me go, Hashirama…" Madara snarled, trying to push the Senju off of him. "I'm leaving. I'm leaving because of your fucking maggot of a brother. It's clear that he never wanted me here in the first place, and neither do you."
"Madara –" Hashirama was cut off by said teenager.
"No! Don't try and make me stay, Hashirama! I'm going! I'm going to find who adopted my brother and stay with him! Then I'll be with someone who actually cares for me!"
As much as Hashirama would have loved to change Madara's mind, he knew it was better to let the Uchiha leave. Ever since he had come to stay with the Senjus Madara had been mistreated by not only Tobirama, but the servants, too, and as much as Hashirama hated the boy's treatment, there was nothing that he could do. He can't force him to stay there with them – especially when it was so clear that the only person there who liked Madara was Hashirama himself.
Besides, Madara hated it there, too. He made that clear every day.
"…" Hashirama wiped a stray tear away. "…Okay, Madara-kun… You win… I won't keep you…"
And with that, he released the Uchiha from his hold, watching as the boy stormed away only to return fifteen minutes later with a suitcase. Madara stomped past Hashirama, not giving him a glance let alone parting words, and before Hashirama knew it, the Uchiha was out the door and gone from sight.
"Thank god he's gone," Tobirama said, approaching Hashirama from the stairwell. "I was gonna kill him myself if he stayed a second longer."
Hashirama shook his head, his teary eyes placed on his brother. "I really wish you had given him a chance…"
Tobirama watched as his older brother slowly walked to his room, probably to go and shed some tears in private. As much as Tobirama felt bad for making his brother so upset, he thought it was for the best. After all, Madara was only an Uchiha, and a worthless Uchiha at that.
"He could have gotten any prostitute, but why him?" Tobirama snarled to himself, hatred for the Uchiha filling him as he retired back to his own bedroom.
-XX-
"Heh!" Madara gasped out at the pain in his backside as the man thrust in and out of him at a brutal pace.
Staying with the Senju had been enough for Madara to leave behind his brothel life, but now that he was back on the streets, he had no other way of surviving. He had tried desperately to find his brother, but to no avail. It was almost as if his brother had disappeared from the face of the earth.
"Fuck!" The man grunted as he spilled his load inside of the Uchiha.
Madara winced and pulled away out of instinct. The man only laughed and shoved the weak boy onto the ground before moving in front and crouching before Madara. He grabbed his dirtied member and shoved it into the boy's face.
"Clean it." The man snarled.
Madara was silent as he took the appendage into his mouth. No matter how disgusting and filthy he felt doing these things, he believed that he had no other choice. He was just relieved when the man removed himself from Madara's mouth and stood up, dropping a few bills onto the Uchiha
"You were good, kid…" he called over his shoulder as he walked out of the alley that they had done it in, "…but I've had better."
Madara didn't stop the tears that sprung to his eyes. Instead, he just laid there and cried. He hated his life. He really did. He wished that he could just die.
"Izuna…" Madara sobbed, curling up into a ball. "Izuna, where are you…? I miss you so much… Izuna…"
"You poor thing…"
Madara jumped in shock as someone spoke from above him. He glanced up, his face stained with tears, finding an elderly woman looking down upon him with sad eyes.
"…" Madara just looked away, unable to meet the gaze.
"You're hurt… Don't you worry, sweetie – I'll get you to a hospital."
Madara only burst into hysterics when the lady pulled out a mobile phone and dialled the emergency number. He was aware of the woman telling him that an ambulance was on its way, but Madara wouldn't speak – he couldn't. All he could do was lay there and cry.
-XX-
Tobirama sat with his brother in the living room, watching the late night news. Hashirama had been moody for the last three weeks since Madara had left and hadn't really been talking to him.
The elder's attitude was really beginning to piss Tobirama off.
"I said that I was sorry…" Tobirama muttered under his breath, glaring at his brother.
"… and has broken the record for…" the news droned on in the background, but neither Senju was truly paying much attention to it. "…And this just in; a sixteen-year-old boy has been taken to the hospital for emergency medical treatment after being found raped, bashed and abandoned in an alleyway."
Hashirama's ears perked up at this report. He had been watching carefully for any news of his precious Madara, and it seemed that it was finally paying off.
"The boy was identified as Uchiha Madara and will be taken to Konoha orphanage home. Police say his parents will be under investigation as to the state Uchiha was in when found. Anyone who has any information is urged to contact police."
"Madara-chan!" Hashirama instantly jumped from his seat and begun running to grab his keys from the bench.
Tobirama could only watch as his brother stopped to grab his jacket before hurrying outside.
Hashirama got straight in the car and heading immediately to the hospital.
When he arrived at the hospital's car park, he stopped the car in the middle of two parks in his haste to see Madara. He ran to the reception desk and startled the woman behind it. He panted as he tried to catch his breath before speaking.
"What room is…" pant, "…Uchiha Madara in?"
"I am sorry but we are not allowing any visitors in at this time," the woman explained. "The police are still trying to talk to him and he won't cooperate."
"But I have information!" Hashirama explained desperately. "He's been staying with my brother and I for the last couple of weeks!"
The woman bit her lip before picking up her phone and presumably dialling whichever room Madara was in. She spoke for a while before nodding to Hashirama and hanging the phone up.
"Room five-oh-one." She said softly.
"Thank you!" And with that, Hashirama was gone from her sight.
-XX-
Madara had refused to speak directly to the police, staring out of the window and only nodding yes or shaking his head no to the police whenever they asked questions. The police were growing sick of his little game but, as they understood, Madara was probably in no mood to want to talk to anyone right now.
"Please, Madara-kun," one of the cops spoke gently. "You have to talk to us. We're going to try and help you."
Madara shook his head, still not wanting to talk to them. He didn't want them to know how disgusting and pathetic he was for having to sell his body to everyone just to survive. They would probably be so revolted by him that they would leave him alone, just like everyone else always did once they had had their fun with him.
There was a bunch of sighs around the room a split second before Madara jumped in fright because the hospital door had been swung open and hit the wall with a loud bang.
"Madara-kun!" Hashirama was there, and he looked deeply upset.
"Hashirama…" Madara whispered sadly. Why was he here? Why would he still care about Madara? Madara had already cut the connections between them, so why hadn't Hashirama?
"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry!" The Senju ran forward, taking Madara into his arms and hugging him tightly. It had completely slipped his mind that Madara resented physical contact for so many reasons.
Madara panicked at the restraining action, pushing on Hashirama's chest and whimpering loudly. Hashirama let him go, shaking his head sadly. It hurt him so much to see the young Uchiha in a situation like this. How could anyone have to go through something like this?
"I feel like this is all my fault…" Hashirama whispered to Madara, sitting on the bed beside the teen and taking the smaller hand in his own.
"It's not." Madara said gruffly. "It's anyone's but your own fault."
Hashirama smiled sadly, stroking Madara's hand softly. "I sure hope that you're right…"
"Ahem…" One of the cops had cleared his throat from behind the two, gathering Hashirama's attention. "So you said you have information for us? If you cannot tell us anything, I'm afraid that you'll have to leave."
"Oh? Oh, yes. I do. I've been taking care of Madara for the last couple of weeks. Madara has been…"
Madara blocked out their conversation, turning instead to stare out of the window once again. He missed Izuna and wanted him back. All he wanted was Izuna, so why was the Senju back in his life again? Why? Was this some sort of sign? A warning?
"Izuna…" Madara whispered. "…Baby brother, I'll find you again one day…"
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