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History Repeated?	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3447 -:- 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-History Repeated?
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
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“Daddy, don't hit mommy!”
Madara flinched as his four-year-old brother squealed at their father. Izuna was young and didn’t know what his father would do to him if he got in the way of his father beating his mother.
“Mommy didn't do anything!”
“That’s right, you worthless little bitch!” Madara’s father shouted, throwing his wife to the ground and instead turning on Izuna. “She didn't do anything, and now you have the nerve to stand up for her?! I'm gonna kill you, Izuna!”
“Leave my otouto alone!” Madara threw himself in front of Izuna, taking the agonising blow as his father kicked him with all the strength he had.
Madara flew backwards with the force and smashed into the wall behind him hard enough to go straight through and land on the concrete outside.
“Nii-san!” Izuna screamed, tears rolling down his chubby cheeks. “Nii-san! Nii-san, are you – Oww!”
Izuna cried out as his father grabbed him by the neck and smashed him into the fridge door. He screamed in pain as his tiny body collided again and again with the hard surface. Once he felt he was going to die from his beating he was thrown onto the ground. With one last stomp on his head, his father left the kitchen, grumbling to himself as he headed for his stash of sake.
Izuna was aware that his mother had already disappeared halfway through the beating, but what scared Izuna the most was hearing Madara cry -- whether it was from the pain or because of their father in general -- or even both -- he would never have the courage to ask.
-XX-
“No!” Madara shot up in bed, his chest heaving in panic and his body sweating heavily as he relived one of his earliest memories. He looked over at the still-sleeping Naruto before jumping out of bed and running to the balcony.
Madara was crying, he knew that -- the tears were falling to the ground in rivers and creating a wet patch on the hardwood surface.
“Otouto…” Madara whispered, trying to wipe his tears away. “Otouto, I’ve had enough! I don't want to live anymore! I want to die! Otouto, what should I do?! Please, tell me, otouto!”
“Please don't kill yourself…”
Madara turned to see Naruto standing by the sliding door. Naruto looked upset.
“I’ll miss you if you do…”
Madara shook his head. “I hate life! The only reason I got this immortality was so I could cancel out all the fighting and the hatred! Now that it’s been ruined I have no more purposes in this life! I wish I was dead! All I did I did for my brother! It failed, Naruto! It failed!”
“Madara…” Naruto stepped forward and grabbed Madara’s hand, holding it. “Madara, there is still a chance to bring peace. I'm searching for that answer, too, Madara, and I would give my life if it meant peace. I know what page you’re on, Madara. You can’t give up, though. You can’t. I’ll help you bring peace, Madara!”
Madara fell to his knees, ripping at his hair furiously. “It’s too late, Naruto! It’s too late! Otouto desired peace but I failed to give that to him! I'm a terrible aniki! I hate my life, Naruto! I hate it! Please!”
“I hated my life, too, Madara.” Naruto sat down beside Madara and wrapped his arms around the Uchiha. “But now I have friends who have filled the void. I would do anything for them. I love them.”
“What are you saying…?” Madara whispered, panting slightly from exhaustion.
“I'm saying that we have to find you some friends too, Madara.” Naruto smiled. “And the Hidden Leaf Village is the best place to start.”
Madara glared at Naruto through half-lidded eyes, but he was too tired to make himself look threatening. In fact, Naruto only laughed as Madara’s eyes closed fully and he fell into Naruto’s hold, asleep once again.
--LINEBREAK--
“Two bowls of ramen, please, old man!” Naruto exclaimed as he and Madara sat down at Ichiraku’s Ramen shop.
Teuchi nodded and grinned happily, he and Ayame working hard to make their ramen.
“You come here often?” Madara asked quietly, making small talk as he played with his chopsticks.
“Every day. The ramen here is the best in the world, Madara!”
Madara nodded absentmindedly. “I see…”
Naruto watched Madara out of the corner of his eye, not surprised that Madara was in his own little world. He had been doing that a lot lately but Naruto just put it down to being so fatigued.
“Here, you go!”
Madara jumped as a bowl of ramen appeared so suddenly in front of him. He looked up at Teuchi’s smiling face. “Eat up. It’s good.”
Naruto was already digging in to his ramen and Madara stared at his own for a few minutes before tentatively picking up his chopsticks and hesitantly lifting some noodles to his lips. He ate slowly, and by the time Naruto had finished his seventh bowl of ramen, Madara had barely touched his first one.
“You don't like it?” Naruto asked, looking disappointed.
Madara shrugged. “I do… But…”
“But what?” Naruto asked, sounding sad. “Ichiraku ramen is the best!”
Madara put his chopsticks down next to his bowl and sighed, looking down for a few seconds. When he spoke, it was so quiet Naruto almost had to lean in to hear him.
“…When I was little…” Madara begun slowly. “…my father would beat both me and my otouto… There was a day when my mother was cooking ramen for dinner, and… for no reason at all… our father dunked both mine and Izuna’s faces into the boiling pot of water… It hurt, Naruto… so much...”
Naruto’s mouth dropped open in sheer horror. “Madara! No! That monster!”
“…I’ve never had ramen ever since that day…” Madara finished off. “Ever…”
Naruto watched as Madara’s face twitched in agony before smoothly returning to his emotionless expression.
“I could understand that…” Naruto said. “I mean -- I’ve never been attacked by ramen before, but… I’ve been burnt and understand being hurt by people I’ve trusted…”
Madara shook his head and stood up. “I would like to leave now, Naruto.”
Naruto pouted and then nodded. “Okay, Madara.”
Madara stood outside the ramen shop as Naruto paid the bill. He was so deep in thought that he let out a small squeak and jumped at least a foot as something heavy collided with him. It was a young boy, sprawled out on the ground and looking up at Madara in terror.
Madara knelt down to help him up. “Are you okay?”
As soon as Madara’s hand reached out to him, the boy screamed and got to his feet, running away and screaming that ‘the evil Uchiha is gonna murder me!’.
Madara felt a stab of pain run through his form at that. He wasn’t going to hurt the boy! He wanted to help him!
“Madara?”
Madara looked over at the Uzumaki who had just come by his side. Naruto was concerned at the tears welling up in his eyes.
“What happened?”
Madara shrugged his shoulders and wiped the tears away. “Nothing.”
“You know you can tell me, Madara. Right?”
“I don't want to.”
Naruto sighed before nodding and taking Madara’s hand once again. He wasn’t surprised when Madara gasped and the elder’s hand trembled slightly, but he knew that Madara would once again relax soon enough.
“I’ll introduce you to some of my friends.” Naruto said, trying to change the subject. He couldn’t bear to watch Madara suffer like this.
They may be your friends, Madara thought to himself glumly, but they’ll never be mine…
--LINEBREAK--
“Madara, wait!”
Madara turned around at his name being shouted. That damn Senju was chasing him. “Where are you going?!”
“I don't have anywhere to go now!” Madara snarled angrily. “Those stupid Uchihas kicked me out!”
“So you have no home?” Hashirama frowned at this, a look of sadness on his face.
“What’s it to you! Why would you care if I have anywhere to go or not!”
“Madara, if you don't have anywhere to go, you’re welcome to stay with my clan, you know.”
“Why would I do that, Senju? Huh? So you can all abuse me and taunt me and when I finally snap you can kill me? I don't think so.”
“Madara, we’re not like that!” Hashirama begged. “We wouldn’t do anything like that to you! I swear I only want to help you!”
“Those who ‘help’ their enemy only do it for their own greedy satisfaction! What are you going to do to me, Senju? Tie me up and keep me in your torture chamber for when you’re angry? Whore me out to your clan? Or even just use me to spite my clan? Oh, no, that’s right -- you’re a peaceful clan! You’ll try and brainwash me into being on your side in the wars! Either that, or –“
“Madara, stop!” Hashirama exclaimed, sadness in his eyes. “I would never do anything like that to you, or anyone else. Whether you want to fight on the Senju’s side is your choice and only your choice -- I wouldn’t ever force you to do that. As for those other things; Senju are not like that -- especially me. We would never torture you out of boredom or do anything sexual to you without your consent or –“
“So you would do something of a sexual nature with me!” Madara shouted angrily at Hashirama, charging at him. The Senju trapped him with a wood style jutsu, holding him in place. “Let me go, Senju! I won’t be your little fuck toy! Leave me be!”
“Madara, you have me all wrong,” Hashirama begged. “Please come stay with my clan… Please… I love you, Madara…”
Love… Madara thought. I haven’t felt loved since Izuna died… Should I trust Senju? Well, I don't have anywhere to go now… If those Senju try anything I’ll kill them all… I’m just too tired…
“…Fine!” Madara snapped. “Take me to your clan! But if you hurt me I can hurt you!”
“Fair enough,” Hashirama smiled, undoing his jutsu. “Follow me, Madara.”
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