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I'll Save Your Life	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2903 -:- 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-I'll Save Your Life
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The car-ride was quiet, but Hashirama knew that it was because Madara was so excited to see his brother once more after so many years of being separated. It didn't take too long to drive to the other end of town but, to Madara, it seemed to take forever.
Once Hashirama pulled the car into a seemingly-nice street about five minutes later, Madara's heart began to race in anticipation – he was finally going to see Izuna once more. He vaguely wondered how Hashirama knew where to find Izuna, but all of those thoughts were quickly driven out of his mind as Hashirama indicated left and pulled up outside a large, brick house with a lawn that was half-dead. The Senju was quick to turn the car off and face Madara, a kind smile on his face.
"Madara, honey," Hashirama had begun, "I would like to go and see Izuna-kun's foster parents by myself first, okay?"
Hashirama didn't want to tell the Uchiha that he had a horrible feeling that Izuna was being abused. That was why he didn't want Madara to approach the house until he knew for sure – he didn't want to take the chance of anything happening to the black-haired boy – hell, he didn't even know if the parents would agree to handing Izuna over!
Madara nodded with a large pout on his face. "Okay, Hashirama-san… Don't take too long…"
Hashirama nodded and got out of the car, walking confidently to the house. He knocked on the door, waiting patiently for an answer. There was a lot of shouting in the house – albeit most of it incomprehensible – the Senju heard the door lock clicking from the inside.
It was when the door was opened and Hashirama laid eyes on the same young boy he had spoken to all of those months ago appeared did he realise that his suspicions were correct – Izuna was, in fact, being abused. Badly, judging by all of the bruises and cuts that marred every visible inch of Izuna's skin and the white bandages wrapped tightly around his eyes.
Izuna certainly didn't look like the young boy that Hashirama remembered – the last time they had met, there were no bandages that made him fear for the boy's eyes.
"Hello…?" The boy whimpered. He reached out in front of him slowly – almost as if he were trying to feel as if someone was there or not. "…Is there somebody there…?"
It became apparent to Hashirama that the boy couldn't see after all – what had happened…?
"Izuna-kun?" Hashirama spoke softly. He noted the way that the boy jumped slightly at Hashirama's voice. "Do you remember me? Senju Hashirama."
Izuna was silent. He just seemed to stare straight ahead, panting slightly.
"I met you a few months ago when you were walking home from school. You walked out in front of my car and I had almost hit you…"
The boy nodded and bit his lip. "…Y-yes… I do remember…"
"Who the fuck is it, boy?" An enraged voice shouted from inside the house.
Izuna jumped and whimpered at the shout. His body began to shake. It broke Hashirama's heart – he must've been terrified of his guardian.
Loud footsteps hurried to the front of the house. Hashirama soon came face-to-face with a large, balding man. Said man stared at him with loathing in his eyes. The Senju could understand why Izuna was so timid the last time they had met – this man, with his yellow teeth and angry, squinting eyes complete with filthy clothes and disgusting odour, looked to be a real psychopath.
"Are you Izuna-kun's foster father?" Hashirama asked in a calm manner. He reached out and laid a hand on Izuna's shoulder. He was angered to feel the way the boy had jumped and trembled from the contact.
"Who the fuck are you?" The man spat. He narrowed his eyes. "What is the whore to you?"
"I am someone who is angered by the way you have treated his child." Hashirama said calmly with not even a hint of anger on his face. "I want to take him away to somewhere he will be treated properly with love and respect."
"Why the fuck would you want this worthless little shit?" The man spat. "He's a good-for-nothing little cockwhore. You must be into that kind of thing, too. He gives a good blowjob."
Hashirama's eyes widened at these words and he felt his heart shatter into a million tiny pieces. "You mean…?"
"What are you going to do about it?" Izuna's foster father laughed. "You can't do jackshit to me, boy."
"No, but the police can. Once they see poor little Izuna, I am sure that you'll be going away for a long time. Come, Izuna-kun. I'm going to take you away from here."
Hashirama gently pulled Izuna out of the house to stand next to him. In the blink of an eye, said boy's foster father charged at them, screaming in anger.
Hashirama moved just as quick – he pushed Izuna out of harm's way and blocked the man's savage punch. He smirked back confidently as the man was knocked off-balance.
"You do not want to try and fight me, Sir." Hashirama said calmly. "Just surrender the boy and no one will be hurt."
"Over my dead body…!" The man spat. He aimed a kick at Hashirama, but the Senju was too fast.
Hashirama grabbed the leg and twisted it. He didn't want to hurt the man, but he wouldn't let himself get hurt instead. He was obligated to protect Izuna, and he took that very seriously.
"Sir, I've studied the martial arts for many years. Please, do not fight me. I really don't want to hurt you…"
"Shut up! Izuna! Get your worthless ass back in the house and get me my gun! Now!"
"How do you expect Izuna to find your weapon?" Hashirama asked with genuine curiosity. "He can't see anything – how is he supposed to find it?"
"He's had it beaten into him to find things by touch alone! You're fucking dead when I get that gun! Izuna, move your tight ass!"
Izuna didn't move – he just sat where he had fallen after Hashirama had pushed him away. He sobbed. He didn't know what was happening, but he knew that it wasn't good. There were a few more sounds and a loud cry from his foster father before hands grabbed his shoulder.
Izuna jumped and screamed, terrified that his foster father was coming to beat him again, or… touch him… for not doing as had been told.
"Izuna-kun…?" Hashirama's gentle voice soothed Izuna instantly. He leant back into the warm body that he could sense behind him. "Please, come with me… I'm going to take you away from this monster. Come…"
Izuna nodded. He reached up to grab the hand on his shoulder. He held it tight as he was picked up and carried away. He felt the Senju stop just moments later. He smiled slightly when he heard the man's soothing voice speaking softly to him.
"I have your brother, also." Hashirama informed the young boy. "He misses you very much. He is in the car right now. Please, do not be alarmed when he embraces you. I can assure you that you are safe in my care."
Izuna nodded and smiled brightly at the mention of seeing his beloved brother once more. "I missed aniki… So much… I don't remember him very well, but… I remember that he loved me… even though our parents didn't… I want to be with aniki again…"
Hashirama hummed softly in response before loading the unseeing boy into the car. Madara had already opened the door and was waiting impatiently, quivering in excitement as he reached out to take his brother.
"Otouto!"
Izuna's smile grew impossibly large as he heard his long-lost brother's voice and felt arms entangling him in a protective hug.
"Otouto, I have missed you so much! So, so much!"
"Aniki…" Izuna mumbled, hugging back tightly as he breathed in his brother's sweet scent. "…I missed you so much…"
"I know…" Madara whispered, running his hands through his brother's long, dirty hair. "I missed you, too… But it's okay, now… We're together again, now… Shh… I'll never leave you again…"
"Aniki…" Izuna mumbled again, feeling drowsiness overwhelm him. He felt so safe for the first time in a long time and, before he knew it, he was asleep in his brother's arms.
"Otouto…" Madara whispered, stroking his brother's back and smiling as he looked over his fragile body. "…Izuna… My otouto…"
Hashirama smiled at the sight before him and put a hand on Madara's shoulder once again. "I am happy I did this, Madara-kun… I'm happy… to see you so happy…"
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