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Addicted to the Wrong Thing	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 1758 -:- 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.

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A/N My friend actually brought up a very good point when she sent me back the beta’d file – after having gone to a prison yesterday on a school excursion and having spoken to several prisoners, one of them explained that most male x male sex in jails is actually consensual, and as she pointed out, after hearing that, she felt that the rape scene further in this chapter isn’t actually factual. I’m just too lazy to change it up now.
Izuna was scared. Madara had been arrested and taken into custody by the police, and Izuna wasn’t allowed to return home – not that he had a home to return to any longer; it had been repossessed, along with all of their belongings. Izuna had been taken away immediately by Child Protection Services and was currently sitting in an empty room alone, so scared that he was crying. He didn’t understand how life had come to this, but he knew that should have done something to save Madara from this life when he first got into trouble -- but instead, Izuna had trusted Madara’s word that things would be getting better for them. What a fool Izuna had been.
“Izuna-kun?”
Izuna looked up as someone opened the door to his room.
“We have contacted your aunt and uncle, and they are willing to take you in for now.”
Izuna frowned; he had an aunt and uncle? Since when?
“I… I didn't know we had any aunts or uncles…” Izuna whispered, the confusion clear in his voice.
The man who was speaking to Izuna smiled sadly and nodded. “It seems that your parents had wanted you to be sheltered and hidden as much as possible so you wouldn’t come back and have anything to do with any of your family.”
Izuna nodded sadly; that seemed like something their parents would do. “…”
“They will be here shortly to pick you up,” the man explained. “Would you like anything to eat or drink while you wait?”
Izuna shook his head. “No thank you…” Just the thought of food made Izuna’s stomach churn.
The man bowed respectfully and left, closing the door, leaving Izuna alone in the room once more. So Izuna and Madara had more family than they were told? Hmm… Why would their parents keep something like this from them? It just didn’t make any sense.
Izuna sat in the room for only half an hour longer before the door was opened once again and two more adults stepped in, looking remarkably like he and Madara: These two must be Izuna’s aunt and uncle.
“Izuna-kun!” The woman of the two ran forward and hugged Izuna tightly. “Oh, sweetie, we are so sorry to hear about this!”
Izuna as his broken arm was knocked. He tried to hold in the pain, but it hurt far too much for him to conceal. Tears ran down his cheeks violently as his grit his teeth. It just hurt so damn much! He had pins put into his arms to hold the bone together.
“Sorry, honey!” The woman seemed very peppery for an Uchiha, Izuna thought. “I am Mikoto and this is my husband, Fugaku!”
Fugaku didn't seem very excited about meeting Izuna as he just stood in the doorway with his arms folded and his eyes closed -- an emotionless mask was on his face. Izuna wondered why Fugaku already didn’t seem to like Izuna. He wondered what his parents had told Fugaku about Madara and himself. Izuna could just imagine some of the things his parents most likely would have said…
“…” Izuna was silent, not feeling very comfortable around Fugaku. He curled up closer into Mikoto, seeking her comforting warmth.
“Have you got any bags with you, Izuna-kun?” Mikoto asked gently, helping Izuna to his feet and off the chair. Izuna shook his head, trying not to cry as he remembered that he had no possessions left – it was all gone. Everything was gone... “That’s okay! You may be able to borrow some of my sons’ stuff! If not, we’ll stop by your house and pack a bag, okay?”
Izuna’s interest perked up at the mention of a son, and he disregarded the comment Mikoto had made about stopping off at his old home. “You have a son?” He asked quietly, trying not to focus on Fugaku.
Mikoto smiled and nodded. “Yes: Itachi and Sasuke. I'm sure they’ll love you, Izuna-kun. You won’t have to live in fear anymore, I promise.”
“…” Izuna looked down at the ground again, closing his eyes; the emotional pain was agonising. “…How old are they?”
“Well, Itachi is twelve and little Sasuke is seven. It’s about time they have someone new to play with – neither of them have many friends, so I’m sure they’ll be thrilled to learn of your arrival!”
Izuna nodded again. He remembered the days where he and Madara used to play together every day, but then… Madara turned to the drugs and alcohol for comfort because he couldn’t deal with the grief. Ever since then, Izuna had lost all of his friends and Madara only closed in further on himself and shut everyone else out, becoming only a shell. Izuna was all alone, left behind because of Madara’s grief.
As Izuna’s eyes filled with tears and he became lost in his memories, he was snapped out of them by Mikoto’s gentle voice.
“Are you okay, sweetie?” Mikoto smiled, wiping at Izuna’s tears with her thumb. “I can understand that you’re having a hard time. Is there anything that I could do to help you? Anything at all?”
Izuna shook his head, hugging Mikoto tightly as he tried his best to comfort himself. “No… I… I just need some thinking time…”
Mikoto nodded and tightened her hold on her nephew, trying to change his train of thoughts. “Do we need to stop and get you any clothes?” Mikoto asked, rocking Izuna back and forth.
Izuna didn’t know what to say; how could they stop off and get him clothes now? His home was gone. He’d probably never get it or their possessions back ever again. “…I have no home, now… Everything is gone… It’s been repossessed…”
“I’m so sorry…” Mikoto whispered. “So, so sorry…”
“It’s not your fault,” Izuna whispered back, hiccupping a little. “…Please don’t apologise… i-it makes me… want to cry…”
“Shh… It’ll be okay… We’ll take you home and then we’ll bring you back into town later and buy you some new clothes. It’s going to be okay, now. It’s okay… Shh…”
Mikoto reached out to stroke Izuna’s cheek soothingly, but she pulled back when the younger Uchiha flinched violently and pulled away from Mikoto, turning his head to the side. It was almost like he was expecting to be slapped, Mikoto thought. She frowned but smiled softly, releasing Izuna from her hug and standing up, beckoning him to follow her. Izuna smiled weakly and glanced at Fugaku. He didn't seem interested at all, and it made Izuna nervous; what was with this guy? Would he harm Izuna? Or would he even notice, let alone acknowledge, Izuna? Only time would tell, but Izuna didn’t like the feeling in his stomach when he thought about Fugaku.
Izuna scowled at the ground, keeping his head down as he followed his newly-discovered aunt and uncle out of the CPS headquarters and to their car.
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Madara sat alone in one of the interrogation cells. He was so fucking upset. His house had been raided for drugs. They were holding Madara even longer so they could decide what to do with Madara. On top of this, he had just been informed that Izuna was being taken out of his custody and most-likely into a foster system.
Madara couldn’t lose Izuna! He just couldn’t! How could they take him away from Madara like that and give him to someone who would probably rape and beat him every day?! They couldn’t do that!
“Izuna…” Madara whispered, ripping at his hair in frustration while he cried heavily. He had already broken and bloodied one hand trying to punch his way through the cell bars to get away and save Izuna, and the other one was bloody and cut up from all the scratching he had done. “…Izuna…!”
The door to the cell row opened again, and the same cop who had put Madara in this cell entered. “You’re being detained, Uchiha-san. I’ll take you to your permanent cell.”
Madara screamed and jumped to his feet, pointing at the officer. “You can’t take my baby brother away from me! Fucking assholes! No! Izuna! Izuna! Why are you doing this to us? You can’t take him away! Don’t take him away from me!”
“Calm!” The officer had called in for back-up because Madara wouldn’t – or rather, he couldn’t - stop screaming and crying for Izuna. Once Madara was restrained by three other officers, he was handcuffed and forced out of the room.
After much kicking and cussing, Madara was literally dragged to his new cell when he was thrown in. The cops had left, much laughter following them. Madara wiped at his wet eyes, still whining for his brother. He was in so much distress he hadn’t even noticed that someone else was in the cell with him, sitting on top of the bed, a delighted smirk on his face.
When Madara did notice him, the cellmate was staring at Madara -- his eyes full of loathing, and, yet… lust?
The cellmate got off his bed and approached Madara, a sick grin on his face. This man had long, messy black hair and stitching all over his body, looking a lot like a ragdoll. He easily backed the now-terrified Madara up against the cell door before lunging and grabbing Madara’s hands. He held them up high with one hand before reaching down with his other and groping roughly as he slipped his hands into Madara’s pants.
Madara cried out in discomfort, closing his eyes tightly and wishing that he was anywhere but here -- yeah, he was always selling his body out to strangers, but even though Madara did that, it wasn’t like he enjoyed it – most of the time Madara despised it, and right now Madara only wanted his baby brother, not a fucking.
The man slapped Madara, growling at Madara’s resisting behaviour once the Uchiha began to thrash underneath the larger man, trying to get away. Madara twisted and turned, kicking out at the man, even going as far as to trying to bite the man’s arms.
“I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you little shit…” The man snarled, lust deep in his voice, and Madara could feel the hard length that was poking at his stomach. “You’re gonna like it or else I’ll snap your neck…”
Madara gulped; was this what Izuna had felt like being around Madara? Was Izuna so terrified of Madara that he could wet himself? Run away? But, most of all, want to die just to get away? The fear that Madara was going through right now -- among other emotions – made him wonder if this was what Izuna felt like because of Madara.
Madara knew that if Izuna did, Madara hated himself for making his baby brother feel like this.
Izuna…! Madara chanted over and over in his mind as his cellmate ripped the pants away from Madara, forcing him to the ground and laying on top of him. Izuna, please help me…! I’m so sorry… So sorry… Izuna…
--LINEBREAK--
Izuna stared at the photo in his hands, wiping at his tears. This picture was the one thing Izuna owned that he never parted with, no matter what, and right now Izuna was glad that he never did, or else he may have never seen it ever again.
It was a picture of Izuna and Madara when they were younger, and it was Izuna’s most precious possession. He gingerly slipped it back in his pocket, looking at all of the clothes that surrounded him while Mikoto happily went through everything, picking random clothes out and showing them to Izuna, saying how adorable Izuna would look wearing them.
Izuna could only wipe at his tears and smile weakly at his aunt, knowing that she was excited about having Izuna, and was trying her best to cheer Izuna up and make him feel welcome. Izuna took the black shirt that Mikoto had handed him, looking at the price, and was shocked to find that Mikoto was willing to pay over fifty dollars a shirt just for Izuna when he wasn’t even her child.
“Mikoto-oba-san…” Izuna genuinely smiled, holding the shirt as he hugged Mikoto tightly. “…Thank you… I’m so glad that you were willing to take me in… And thank you so much for being so willing to spend money on me… I-I don’t deserve such kindness…”
“Nonsense, Izuna-kun!” Mikoto hugged back, kissing Izuna’s cheek. “You’re beautiful and you deserve love! It’s going to be okay, now. I promise. You’ll be meeting Itachi and Sasuke soon and then you’ll have someone to play with and talk to! And I’ll take care of you like my own son, too! Now let’s get some clothes picked out for you, okay? When was the last time you got new clothes? These are so small on you!”
Izuna looked down, fidgeting. In truth, he hadn’t gotten new clothes for a few years because Madara never had any money left over to spend, and when he did, he would only use it to buy extra drugs or alcohol. Of course, he didn’t want to tell Mikoto this just yet, but he did agree that his clothes were small on him.
After several hours of clothes shopping and shopping for other personal items for Izuna, Izuna knew it was safe to say that Mikoto really did love and care for Izuna already – having spent almost three-thousand dollars on him in just the first day really did speak loudly.
Izuna could only hope that things would better for him with his aunt than they had been with Madara. But then again, in Izuna’s honest opinion, anywhere was better than living with Madara --even living alone on the streets.
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