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You Can't Understand My Pain	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2032 -:- 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-You Can't Understand My Pain
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  Work was hard for everyone that same day. Madara and his best friend, Hashirama, ran a retail shop together, and as it was the only one in the town it got very busy most days, making things difficult.
Though Madara usually stayed out in the office to handle the computer work and money, it was peak hour and Hashirama and his younger brother, Tobirama, couldn’t handle everything by themselves -- causing Madara to have to go out on the store floor more than he usually did, and that made keeping an eye on Itachi harder.
  Though Itachi would usually follow his uncle everywhere, it made it very stressful for Madara when he would be on the registers trying to serve customers. He had to keep a constant eye on Itachi, but he also had to devote his sole attention to the customer at hand – causing Madara to be torn between his nephew and his job.
Itachi would just stand timidly at the other end of the store, trying to avoid the customers, and even though he was still in full view of the registers, Madara normally was terrified for Itachi’s sanity -- he didn't know if Itachi did it on purpose or not, but the younger Uchiha would stand in the aisle that housed the cheap painkillers.
Madara knew that Itachi could easily reach out and grab a box, taking enough to overdose on without Madara even noticing. That exact reason was why he couldn’t afford to take his eyes off of his nephew.
On a normal occasion, once all the customers were served and had left the store, Itachi would almost always hurry back to his uncle’s side, grabbing his sleeve and holding it tightly like a lifeline, shivering softly in what Madara could only guess was fear.
But today, before Itachi could make it back to the older Uchiha, Hashirama frowned at the stress on Madara’s face and placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder, squeezing gently.
“I am so truly sorry that you have to live like this…” Hashirama said softly, sympathy in his voice. “It must be so very hard on you…”
Madara nodded, trying his best not to cry – it was all he could do to let Hashirama know that he had heard the older male. Hashirama could sense this and hugged his younger friend tightly, not wanting to let the Uchiha go.
“If you need a break,” Hashirama began softly, pulling back enough so he could look into Madara’s face, “you can always come to Tobi and I… You know that you’re always welcome at our home.”
“Thanks…” Madara whispered, wiping at his now-wet eyes. “…Thank you so much…”
“You’re welcome, Madara-kun.” Hashirama smiled, squeezing the man in his arms. “When does Izuna come back home?”
“Next week… …Hashirama…” Before Madara could finish his sentence, Itachi had made his way to them.
“Oji-san?” Itachi’s quiet voice sounded, nervousness in his voice.
“Itachi-kun,” Hashirama turned and kindly addressed the young man, “I think you should take Madara-kun home. Tobi and I can take care of the rest.”
Itachi only had to take one look at his uncle before nodding. “Okay, Hashirama-san…”
Hashirama smiled and helped Madara out to the tearoom to get his things -- it seemed that Madara was on the verge of an emotional breakdown and was so stressed out that he couldn’t even stand properly by himself.
--LINERBEAK--
The drive home was silent. Though Madara didn't want Itachi to drive anymore, he knew that Itachi would take extreme care driving right now -- he wouldn’t do anything to put his uncle in danger, though if Itachi were the only one in the car… Madara didn't want to think about what his nephew would do.
When Itachi pulled up in the driveway, he turned the car off and went to his uncle’s side, helping him out of the car and into the house. He took Madara into the living room and laid him down on the couch, sitting down beside him, uncertainty coating his features.
“Madara-oji-san?” Itachi said softly, reaching out to move hair out of his uncle’s eyes. “…Are you… Is it because of me that you’re feeling so upset at the moment…?”
Madara just looked up at his nephew with sad eyes.
“…” Madara sighed before looking away, not knowing what to say.
Itachi nodded and stood up at this tired display that Madara was showing him. “I understand, oji-san… I know that I’ve been a burden on everyone… I’ll take my leave now.”
Madara watched as Itachi stood up and left the room, but he wasn’t in the proper mental state to realise what Itachi could have implied by saying those words. Instead of calling Itachi back and keeping an eye on him, he closed his eyes and fell fast asleep.
--LINEBREAK--
Madara’s eyes opened slowly not long later to a loud, pained groan that sounded from somewhere upstairs. He blinked a few times before the worry instantly hit him like a ton of bricks -- Itachi.
I understand, oji-san… I know that I’ve been a burden on everyone… I’ll take my leave now.
Those words…
“Itachi!” Madara screamed in panic, jumping off of the couch and sprinting as fast as he could to the location of the pained groans. “Itachi! Itachi, no!”
Madara flew up the stairs, tripping over the middle steps but getting straight back up and running. He located the groans to have come from the bathroom and though Madara had tried to open the door, it was locked from the inside and Madara’s brother had lost the key.
“Itachi!” Madara screamed at the top of his voice, so scared that he was crying. “Itachi! Open the door! Open the door!”
“Go away…” Itachi moaned weakly from behind the locked door, only causing Madara’s panic to rise.
“Itachi!” Madara screamed again, clawing at the door hard enough to leave bloodied claw marks on the wood.
When pleading and begging didn't work and another pained groan sounded from inside the locked room, Madara panicked and without thinking, he threw himself at the door with all his weight, finally managing to gain entry into the room after many failed rams.
“ITACHI!” Madara screamed as he found his nephew slumped over against the wall, blood pooling around him from his slit wrists and an empty bottle of what once contained pills beside him.
Madara froze at the sight, unable to do anything but let out a loud, horrified scream. Itachi… Madara was unaware of breaking down into hysterics as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, ringing for an ambulance. Once he hung up, he sat down beside his nephew, crying hysterically and willing the ambulance to appear out of thin air. He wanted to pull Itachi into a hug but he was too scared to move him in case he hurt him, or...
“Itachi-kun, why…!?” Madara whispered, shaking with such emotion that he felt sicker physically than he ever had before from emotion.
Itachi just looked at Madara with clouded eyes, a single tear running down his cheek. He tried to speak, but before a single sound left his mouth, he collapsed to the ground face-first. Madara screamed in absolute terror; he had never been so afraid before – even though Itachi had tried to kill himself many times, this situation was the scariest out of them all. All Madara could think was that he was going to lose his beloved nephew.
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