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So I'm Fake Now, It's Your Fault	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4116 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-So I'm Fake Now, It's Your Fault
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  A/N Just to be clear, the way Madara acts in this chapter won’t be for the entire story. He will recover, but this chapter is more or less just so Izuna can understand what had happened. Just so you know, it will be severely OOC on Madara’s part, but like I said, he won’t be like this the entire story.
“Nii-san!” Izuna called as he stepped back into his home and closed the front door behind him. “Nii-san, I'm home!”
Izuna was puzzled by the silence -- Madara was normally always happy to greet his otouto, no matter what. Izuna pulled his coat off and placed it on the rack before slipping his shoes off and moving to Madara’s room. He pushed the door open, finding Madara laying on the bed -- naked, sweaty and crying.
Izuna gasped, hurrying to his brother’s side. “Nii-san! Nii-san, what happened?!”
Madara groaned and weakly pulled away from Izuna’s touches -- he couldn’t distinguish memories from reality -- and to him, it was Hashirama trying to hurt him again. He didn't want to suffer anymore -- he just wanted to sleep.
“Nii-san, please…” Izuna still begged, confused greatly -- what had happened to his big brother? “Please, tell me what’s wrong! Aniki!”
    Izuna had begun to panic. Because of this, he was shaking Madara roughly.
Madara -- still lost in what he thought was reality -- started to cry, pleading incoherently to be left alone.
“Please… no more…” Izuna heard Madara whimper. “It hurts… stop… please… leave me alone… please!”
Izuna -- being a naïve seventeen-year-old raised by his not-interested-in-sex-at-all nineteen-year-old brother -- didn't know much about sex, and the thought that someone might have… had sex with Madara hadn’t crossed his mind – despite the elder being naked.
“Aniki, please get up! Nii-san!”
The more Izuna pleaded and shook Madara, the more Madara grew frightened and stuck in his nightmare. It seemed that all Izuna could do was watch Madara sob and cry and scream until the older Uchiha cried himself to sleep once more.
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It was one week later and Izuna was terrified -- Madara wasn’t doing well at all.
Ever since Izuna had come home to find Madara in his room naked, Madara had been acting strange. He had refused to be alone and followed Izuna everywhere and was always crying. He especially despised being left alone.
Currently, Izuna looked up from the old photographs that he held in his hands. The photographs were old photos of him and Madara, and he had never thought that he would treasure them more than he did right now.
His favourite photo was of him and Madara when the older was only six, and he four, with Madara’s first falcon. Madara looked so happy in the photo with a baby falcon perched on his shoulder and his baby brother clinging to his shirt like a lifeline.
Izuna supposed he liked that one the most because Madara looked so happy in that picture and was genuinely smiling -- Madara hadn’t truly smiled for years. He didn't like seeing his brother so unhappy -- he wanted Madara to enjoy life like he did.
Izuna sighed and looked down at his lap where Madara’s head was currently situated. It had taken him a long time to coax Madara into lying down on the couch -- even longer to get Madara to rest his head on the younger’s lap.
Madara had sobbed something about hurting and tasting bad and choking him when it was in his mouth, but Izuna had hugged Madara tightly, soothing him gently with his words and stroking his hair in a relaxing manner. Madara had soon calmed enough to bend to Izuna’s wishes.
Izuna listened as Madara snored quietly, but the snores were also accompanied by whimpers and shakes of Madara’s body. He shook his head again, so confused -- what had happened to Madara to make him like this?
-XX-
Another couple of days had gone by. Tobirama was coming around to see Izuna. The two younger brothers had started dating just before Izuna had found Madara.
Tobirama had been the first to find out about Madara’s… condition. Because of that, he had given Izuna time to take care of his brother, but the young Uchiha needed help – he had no idea what to do with Madara – that young man was not his beloved aniki.
“How is he?” Tobirama asked, leaning down to kiss Izuna gently once the door had been opened for him.
Izuna just shrugged, accepting the kiss. “He’s hiding. Said that he didn’t want to be around anyone else.”
Tobirama shook his head. He hated Madara, bur he did feel sorry for the young man. Izuna had told him what had happened, and though he had instantly clicked on with what had happened to Madara, he hadn’t realised that his brother was the culprit.
“Just leave him be, I think, Izuna-chan.” Tobirama smiled, trying to bring comfort to the troubled boy. “We won’t bother him if he doesn't want to be around me.”
Izuna frowned and nodded before smiling and hugging his older boyfriend. “Nii-san will be okay! I’m sure of it! You always make me feel better, Tobi!”
Tobirama smiled and grabbed Izuna’s chin, tilting the smaller teen’s head up a little to plant a kiss on his mouth.
“Let’s go and make good use of your bed.” Tobirama smirked, leading Izuna to the bedroom.
  -XX-
Madara sat in the corner of his room, sobbing softly. His otouto had told him that someone else was coming over today. He didn’t want anyone else to come to his home – he just wanted to be with Izuna and no one else! All they needed was each other!
As thoughts raced through Madara’s mind, one in particular caught his attention. He remembered how when he was young, one of his clansmen who was sick of the fighting had taken his own life. The thought had never crossed his mind before but, now that it had, death sounded very inviting.
“I should do that…” Madara mumbled to himself, getting to his feet and walking slowly to the door, intending on going to the bathroom undetected. “I don’t want to be here anymore, right…?”
Poking his head out of the doorway, Madara looked around for the person Izuna had said was going to come. Seeing no one else in sight, he crept quietly along the hallway. He was startled by a sudden bang coming from his brother’s bedroom just as he had passed the door.
Madara approached the bedroom and slowly pushed the door open. His eyes widened at the sight that awaited him. Izuna was underneath another male –naked and sweaty – moaning loudly. Memories flashed before his eyes, overwhelming the male.
Neither Izuna nor Tobirama had noticed him until a thump from the doorway grabbed their attention.
“Nii-san!” Izuna cried, pushing Tobirama off him and throwing some clothes on to cover himself up. He then ran to Madara. “Aniki, are you alright?”
Madara was curled up on the ground, quivering. His knees were pulled up to his chest and his arms wrapped around them. He mumbled incoherent words.
“Nii-san!” Izuna placed a hand on Madara’s shoulder. He pulled away when the older Uchiha let out a terrified scream.
“No!” Madara screeched. His eyes were glazed over in fear. “Stop it! Stop hurting me! I hate you! Stop!”
Tobirama knelt down beside the two Uchiha, taking Izuna’s hand in his own and gripping it tightly.
“Izuna-chan,” Tobirama begun in a soft tone. “I think that your brother was raped, and now…”
Izuna let out a gasp, his eyes filling over with tears. “…Tobi… ‘And now’ what…?”
“…And now… he’s been traumatised…”
Izuna looked down at his mess of a brother. Tobirama must have been right. Madara has never acted like this before in his life.
-XX-
Hashirama sat at his desk, waiting patiently for Tobirama to join him. He had received a bird from his otouto saying that it was urgent and that he and the two Uchiha brothers needed to see him.
Hashirama’s thoughts strayed to Madara. The younger man was so beautiful and untouched. It was a shame that the only way Hashirama could ever hope to be with Madara was through rape. He really didn’t want to hurt the younger, but Madara would never fall for a Senju. It was all that he could do to be with the Uchiha.
Hashirama sighed as his mind drifted into the gutters, remembering the way that Madara’s body glistened with sweat, the pained cries and moans that Madara had made as he took him. As he thought about that, he was unaware of the change that was overwhelming him – a change so subtle that Hashirama himself wouldn’t even notice it.
“Nii-san?”
Hashirama was brought back to reality as Tobirama opened the door and Izuna fought to drag Madara into the office.
Madara was crying, small whimpers escaping from his mouth. Once he made eye contact with the Senju…
Well, let’s just say that Hashirama was glad that no one else was in the building. Madara’s scream had almost deafened them all.
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