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Pain Can End	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto Crossovers > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1658 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Pain Can End
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When Izuna had seen Grell next was about two months later. Ever since he had his episode in front of the Sutcliff, the older man hadn’t returned, and Izuna blamed himself – thinking that he had scared Grell off.
Izuna had gone into town, trying to be strong for his brother and going by himself for once. He had wanted to buy some more pencils seeing as he had accidentally broken his good ones, but Madara had been having another bout of depression and didn’t want to get out of bed to go and buy them for him or even go with the younger. Konan had been looking after the older Uchiha, and Izuna didn’t want to be selfish and ask for her to come with him and leave Madara all alone.
Izuna had explained that he was going into town and he wouldn’t be too long, leaving his crying brother in Konan’s loving care. He walked the half-hour walk it was from his home into the main centre of town, thinking about Grell.
“I miss him so much…” Izuna whispered to himself. He kept his head down and walked quickly, trying to make himself look smaller than he actually was as he made his way through the busy streets – he didn’t realise that the smaller he looked, the more likely it was for him to get hurt, but he just wanted to be left alone.
Izuna made it to the shop that he wanted to go to just before it had begun storming. He stepped in through the doors and removed his jacket, holding it tightly as he approached the sales desk. He smiled at the old man who ran the store.
“H-hello, Jack.” Izuna said in a soft tone, blushing.
The old man smiled back. “Good afternoon, Izuna. Are you here for some more pencils?”
Izuna nodded. “Please…”
The man known as Jack reached under his desk and pulled out a container of pencils, the same ones that Izuna always bought. Izuna grinned at the sight and handed over the money.
“Will you be alright getting home in that weather, Izuna?” Jack asked, glancing out of the window at the heavy rain that was flooding the streets. “Maybe you should’ve brought your brother with you.”
Izuna frowned and clutched his new pencils to his chest tightly. “…Aniki -- …B-big brother… is unwell, today…”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Izuna. Here, I have a spare jacket. You can take this one with you and try and keep yourself dry, okay? You don’t need both of you feeling under the weather.”
Izuna smiled and accepted the jacket, pulling it on top of his own. “Arigato -- …T-thank you, Jack.”
“You’re welcome, Izuna. Have a safe trip home, okay?”
Izuna bowed respectfully before turning and leaving the store. He shivered as loud booms of thunder filled the air and rain pelted down upon him. But it wasn’t until he was halfway through town did something catch his eye – something red.
“G-grell-kun?!” Izuna immediately stopped running and stared at where he was sure that long mane of red-hair had once been. Perhaps – had there been anything there – it could’ve disappeared off into the alley.
Izuna disregarded all warnings that Madara had given him against running off into alleys – ever – and chased after what he believed was his boyfriend. He ran through the twisting, dark alley until he finally arrived at a large, brick wall that prevented him from going any farther.
“G-grell…” Izuna whimpered, shivering uncontrollably as his wet clothes brought his body temperature down greatly. “Grell…!”
Izuna’s eyes filled with tears – no matter where he glanced, he just could not see anyone. He lowered his head to the ground and closed his eyes tightly. His shoulders heaved as he tried to steady his emotions, but he was powerless against the violent sobs that tore through his being and reduced him to a sobbing mess.
“Izuna…”
Izuna jumped as someone called his name. He looked around everywhere, but he couldn’t see anyone – until a large crate that was leaning against the brick wall begun to move and a head full of crimson hair poked out from behind it.
“G-grell-koi!” Izuna whimpered as his boyfriend entered his sight. He dropped his pencils and ran to the Sutcliff – or, at least, he was running, until Grell ducked back down behind the crates, breaking Izuna’s heart in the process.
Izuna stopped running, confused – why was Grell acting as if he were afraid? Grell knew that he would never hurt anyone! He noticed that Grell was peeking out from behind the crates once again now that Izuna had stopped running.
“Grell…” Izuna sobbed, taking in the sight of his lover’s face. There were bruises all over it – not to mention deep cuts that marred his forehead. Who could do that to such a kind man…?
“…” Grell just watched the boy with wide, fearful eyes.
“Grell, it’s me…” Izuna spoke in a soft tone, reaching out, but remaining in the one spot. “It’s Izuna…”
Grell let out a loud, choked sob, but Izuna couldn’t be too sure if the older male was crying or not – the rain was doing a good job of soaking them both.
The small Uchiha sat down on the ground before Grell. “What happened, Grell…? What happened to you…?”
“…Izuna…” Grell whimpered, reaching up and ripping at his hair. “…Izuna…!”
“Was it Sebastian…?” Izuna whispered.
“…” Grell nodded after a bit of hesitation.
“What did he do…?” Izuna was terrified of the answer.
Grell rapidly shook his head, sobbing harder. “…”
“Grell-kun…” Izuna couldn’t help but break down into tears himself. He forgot all about the rain that was falling relentlessly and fell onto the ground, curling up into a ball.
No matter how hard Izuna had tried, Grell would not allow the younger near him. The only words that the Sutcliff would speak were the boy’s name – and even then, it was rare.
Hours passed and the sun was replaced by the moon, the air became frigid, but Izuna would not leave his boyfriend.
-XX-
“Where’s Izuna…?” Madara asked, sitting up in his bed as he played with his dinner, twirling the spoon through the ramen repeatedly. “I haven’t seen him all day…”
Konan frowned as she placed her chopsticks back over her own bowl. Truth be told, she had worried about Izuna when the boy said that he wanted to go into town, but she couldn’t stop him – he was old enough to do what he wanted.
“He went to buy more pencils, remember…?” Konan said softly, getting back to her feet and approaching Madara. She ran a hand through the male’s unruly hair, smiling. “I’m sure that he’s back home by now, safe and sound in his room.”
Madara frowned. “But have you seen him…?”
“…No…” Konan whispered, knowing that she couldn’t lie to Madara about his brother. “…I haven’t… I thought that I would tell you after dinnertime in case he arrived home by then – I didn’t want to worry you, Madara-danna…”
Madara closed his eyes, trying to stop the tears from flowing down his cheeks. How could Konan hide his brother’s disappearance from him like this? Izuna could be out there, hurt – hell, it was storming like the apocalypse out there and storms had always terrified the younger boy! He must be running around, scared out of his mind!
Either that, or… Madara couldn’t shake the memory of Izuna’s last disappearance. He remembered how he had searched all day for his brother just a few years after having arrived at England. He had searched and searched, but no one had seen Izuna anywhere. And then, almost as if it were fate, The Undertaker had tracked Madara down and brought him to his shop, only for Madara to find his brother with slashed wrists.
Madara had been told that The Undertaker had found Izuna on a bridge, ready to throw himself off of it, and it had been lucky that he had been able to convince the young boy not to jump. That had been the start of Madara and The Undertaker’s relationship.
“Konan-chan, please remain here in case my brother returns…” Madara whispered, pulling the bedcovers back and stepping onto solid ground. “I need to go out and find him. He must be so scared…”
Konan nodded. She knew that no matter how under the weather Madara felt, he would never put Izuna second to his depression. She watched as the man changed from pyjamas into day-clothes in record time and, before she knew it, Madara was gone.
-XX-
Madara found himself out the front of The Undertaker’s shop, pounding on the door as tears stained his face. He hoped with all of his being that The Undertaker had found Izuna once again and was taking care of him.
The door opened quickly and The Undertaker appeared. He seemed concerned. He was frowning, biting his lip as he surveyed his younger lover. He didn’t hesitate to pull Madara into a hug, kissing the Uchiha’s forehead.
“What’s wrong?” The Undertaker whispered, nibbling on the black-haired man’s ear. He pulled the black coat from the younger man, grimacing as it felt heavier than it should due to being so saturated.
“Izuna’s gone…” Madara sobbed into the grey-haired man’s chest, unable to contain himself. “He’s gone… I can’t find him… I’ve searched for hours…!”
“Shh…” The Undertaker rocked the male side-to-side gently. “I’ll help you find him. Come in and compose yourself – it won’t do the child any good if you don’t have your head on right.”
Madara wanted to disagree with The Undertaker, but he knew that the older male right.
The Undertaker led Madara further into the shop, seating him on one of the closed coffins and wiping at the male’s tears with his oversized sleeve. He left quickly, fetching a towel and helping dry the younger with it.
Minutes had passed and as much as Madara tried to calm himself, he found it almost impossible – his baby brother was out there somewhere alone and frightened!
The Undertaker grabbed his urn full of biscuits off one of the shelves, presenting it to Madara. “Have a biscuit.”
Madara shook his head, wiping at his tears. “I only want Izuna…”
The Undertaker sat down beside his lover, munching quietly on his biscuits. As much as he loved Madara, he found it hard to be with such a damaged man at times like these – The Undertaker had never socialised properly until he met Madara.
At least Madara understood how hard it was for The Undertaker to know what to do in times like these.
Minutes passed by in silence before The Undertaker spoke again.
“Have you any idea where he could have gone?” The Undertaker asked Madara, reaching out to tuck a strand of wet hair behind the Uchiha’s ear.
Madara sobbed loudly. “No… I know that he misses Grell, but…”
“Grell? You don’t think…”
Madara’s eyes widened and he jumped to his feet. “We need to find him! He’s either gone to look for Grell or he’s… He’s…”
The Undertaker hugged Madara, understanding what the Uchiha was unable to say – Izuna could have been trying to commit suicide once again.
“We’ll head towards the Phantomhive Manor first.” The Undertaker said softly. “We might find him on the way.”
Madara nodded. The two quickly made their way through the town.
Madara called his brother’s name as they ran through the streets. Every alley that they passed made him shiver in fear – the thought that Izuna could be in one those – alone, injured, frightened…
When they passed an alley close to the outskirts of London, Madara couldn’t ignore the fear any longer. Ducking around behind The Undertaker, he ran into the dank alley, calling for his brother.
The Undertaker ran in after his lover, not wanting him to be running around at night through alleys alone – there could be rapists, or drug addicts, or – or anyone in there!
“Izuna!” Madara called. He stumbled a few times through the darkness but he never stopped calling for Izuna. He had run so far into the alley that he was almost sure he was nearing the end.
The Undertaker was back by Madara’s side. The second they hit a brick wall, he sensed that the Uchiha’s heart was breaking. Or, at least, it was – until a small cough caught their attention.
“Aniki…?” A small, uncertain voice called out from the shadows.
Madara’s heart stopped – he would know that voice from anywhere!
“Izuna!” Madara run to the location of Izuna’s voice with The Undertaker close on his heels.
They hurried to a wall on their left, finding Izuna cuddled up against the bricks, shivering so violently that it looked as if he were having a seizure. The small boy had a tin of pencils cradled protectively against his chest and nothing to protect him against the cold, wet night.
“Oh, my God!” Madara whimpered, pulling his brother to his chest tightly. He sobbed into the long hair that was saturated. “Izuna, what happened?!”
Izuna’s shivering increased ten-hold in his brother’s arms. He weakly pointed at something in a dark corner.
Both Madara and The Undertaker squinted in the darkness of the night. They raised an eyebrow when they saw what Izuna was pointing at. When a lock of red hair moved and a body shifted, The Undertaker ran forwards, pulling a person out of the shadows.
Madara gasped when Grell was brought over to his side, wearing both Izuna’s jacket and a second one that he had never seen before.
“Grell…” The Undertaker whispered, rubbing the Sutcliff’s cheek. “Grell, what happened…?”
“Sebastian happened.” Izuna’s voice shook with the cold.
The Undertaker growled and pulled the sleeping man into his hold. “I’m taking him back to my shop so I can look after him. I’ll ask that we remain alone until further notice.”
Madara nodded and stood up, carrying his brother back into the mansion.
-XX-
It had taken over an hour for them to return home. When they did, Konan greeted them at the door.
“Is he okay?” Konan asked, reaching out to pet Izuna’s hair.
Madara nodded. “He just needs some rest. He’s caught cold. Konan-chan, you may sleep in in the morning. I apologise for asking you to stay up so late, but I thank you very much for caring about Izuna enough to sacrifice your own rest.”
“Thank you, Madara-dana.” Konan smiled as she bowed respectfully before disappearing up the stairs to go rest in her own quarters.
Madara carefully carried his brother upstairs and into the younger’s room. He laid Izuna down on his bed and headed to the wardrobe. He pulled out some warm pyjamas for his brother and dressed Izuna before laying him down under the covers.
Madara kissed his brother goodnight, stroking the hair that was still wet, before he returned to his own bedroom.
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