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Take Me Away	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 1893 -:- 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-Take Me Away
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
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  A/N Just so you know, Itachi and Sasuke’s birthdays have already passed; they haven’t been mentioned is all.
Sasuke was silent as Tamiko drove him home. The young Uchiha had been missing his brother again, and now that Itachi was back home and settled in, Sasuke was allowed to go back and be with his brother. The others were reluctant to allow Sasuke near Itachi, because they had worked out that Itachi had done something to make Madara so mad, even if they weren’t sure what he had done.
Tamiko reached out and took Sasuke’s hand, squeezing it gentle. “What is it, Sasuke-kun?”
Sasuke looked up at Tamiko and frowned. “…When is Hashirama-san gonna wake up? When will Madara-oji-san and Izuna-oji-san come back home? I’m confused; I don't understand what’s happening. Why did Madara-oji-san get so angry?”
Tamiko nodded in understanding; it would be overwhelming for Sasuke’s eleven-year-old mind.
“There’s too many questions for me to answer, Sasuke-kun,” Tamiko said softly. “Especially when I don't know the answers.” Tamiko didn't want to tell Sasuke that she hated Madara for putting her father in a coma. Right now, she couldn’t care less what happened to Madara, and as long as her father would wake up again, she would tolerate Sasuke’s longing for his beloved uncle.
It was silent again for a while until they turned onto their street and Sasuke let out a squeak.
“Tamiko-chan, stop!” he exclaimed, pointing. “Izuna-oji-san!”
Tamiko looked to where Sasuke was pointing, and she frowned when she saw Izuna walking slowly down the footpath, seemingly in pain. She pulled the car over and ran to Izuna.
“Izuna-kun!” she called. “Izuna-kun, wait!”
Sasuke ran straight to his uncle, crying, and hugged him tightly, unaware of how much pain he was putting his uncle through.
“Izuna-oji-san!” Sasuke squealed.
Izuna was crying out in pain, biting his lip, as he tried to push Sasuke away, but Sasuke was only clinging tighter to him. “Sasuke, stop!”
Sasuke only stopped hugging Izuna when he felt something wet begin to stain his bare arms, and he pulled away, looking at them, and he screamed out when he saw the blood on them.
Tamiko quickly pulled him into a hug, trying to quieten him down and explain to him what was happening, and Izuna collapsed onto the ground, coughing and gasping for air. He held his stomach, groaning loudly, and Tamiko helped Izuna into a sitting position, rubbing his back for him.
“Are you okay, Izuna-oji-san?” Sasuke asked, hugging the older Uchiha’s arm tightly. “Are you coming back home?”
Izuna was silent, choosing only to shake his head. Tamiko knew that Izuna was still stressed out over all the recent events, so she knew the best thing to do was to take him home.
“Come, Izuna-kun,” she said gently, helping Izuna to his feet. “I’ll take you home. Sasuke-kun, please get the car door for me.”
Izuna was silent, except for a few cries of pain, as Tamiko helped him into the front seat. She leant over and buckled him up, letting Sasuke into the back before she climbed into the driver’s seat and got the car moving once again.
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“…” Madara was silent as he stared at Tsuki.
“…” Tsuki was silent as well, watching the Uchiha closely.
Madara had been at the mental hospital for several weeks, now, and though he wasn’t doing much better, he had at least stopped his insane mumbling, though the anger could still be seen in his eyes. The Uchiha had not even said much to anyone, preferring to be silent around people.
Tsuki sighed and looked at the medication that Madara was being pumped full of every day. It wasn’t good. Tsuki could see that the medication wasn’t helping in the slightest, and if anything, it was making things worse; the side-effects were worrying for Tsuki.
Tsuki had seen how the medication had affected Madara not only mentally, but sexually. The almost constant erections that Madara could be seen sporting through his thin pants and the look of lust in his eyes were almost frightening for Tsuki; would Madara act on his urges? He hadn’t yet, but who was to say he never would? What if… what if Madara was waiting?
“Madara,” Tsuki spoke, forcing herself to seem calm, “it appears that you aren’t making any progress. If anything, you’re getting worse. If you don't let me help you, you’ll be here for a long time, Madara. I don't think you want that.”
“…” Madara just continued to stare at Tsuki, and Tsuki was becoming unnerved; she could see the lust building up in his eyes and the bulge in his pants.
Tsuki knew that it wasn’t Madara’s fault that he was always aroused, but it was still frightening. Madara’s eyes never left Tsuki’s, but Tsuki watched as the Uchiha’s hand began to move downwards, resting on his crotch for a few seconds before he began to stroke himself.
Tsuki felt herself begin to shake; she hated the way Madara was looking at her. She just watched Madara as he stroked himself, and Madara watched her back. He groaned softly, his hand never dipping inside of his pants, and it didn't take long for Madara to come with a small cry.
Tsuki bit her lip; what the fuck was wrong with this man! How could he just touch himself like that in front of her – watching her, nonetheless – and to completion!
“…M-madara…” Tsuki stuttered. “…Please don't touch yourself in front of me… It makes me nervous…”
“Why.” Madara said in a quiet tone. He hadn’t spoken to anyone for weeks, now, and Tsuki was rather surprised to find that Madara’s voice was completely normal.
“…” Tsuki was silent, lost in her thoughts.
“I asked why.” Madara repeated, seemingly determined for an answer.
“…” Tsuki shook her head. “It’s nothing…”
Madara looked away with a sigh. He was silent for a few minutes before he spoke again.
“Have you been abused sexually, too?” he asked.
Tsuki’s eyes widened. Too? Had Madara been… “…Yes… By my ex…”
  Madara lowered his gaze. “… I’ve been there, before…”   Tsuki choked in astonishment; a man such as Madara had been taken advantage of, before? No way! “…My parents… used to touch me and my sister… They… they even abused my baby brother… They would starve him, and my father… would get oral from my baby brother… He used to say that the only milk Izuna should have should come from him… He wasn’t even a year old…”
Madara’s eyes brimmed with tears. His face was full of pain and sadness, before it was overcome by one of anger.
“…I had a son…” he continued on. “…He lived with my sister and her two sons… They were taken away because of abuse, and… placed with a foster family… T-they abused them sexually and physically, too… Not long ago… my nephew… took my son away, and… his friend continuously raped and bashed him… My nephew helped, and… my son was eventually killed… I can never forgive my nephew for that!”
Tsuki wore a sad look. “You poor thing… You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you…?”
Madara shrugged, rolling over on his small futon and closing his eyes. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep, and Tsuki left with her mind full of thoughts about Madara. She had to help that poor man. She just had to. She knew it was her job to help him, but it meant more to her than that! She wanted to help him because the man needed help!
Tsuki made a decision then and there; she was going to do all she could to help Madara.
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