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Addicted to the Wrong Thing	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 1755 -:- 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-Addicted to the Wrong Thing
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Three weeks had passed. Madara sobbed to himself violently once again in his cell once he was alone. He had been violated again and again in the showers today by a whole group of men. He didn't understand what he had done wrong; they had just kept raping him repeatedly and no one cared. If anything, everyone else crowded around to watch – some laughed while others touched themselves to the situation, but not a single person did anything to try and help Madara.
His whole body ached. He had been in prison for three months now, and every day his cellmate, Kakuzu, would rape and beat him, and to make matters worse, the other inmates – and even some of the guards – were taking advantage of Madara because of his younger age.
“Izuna…” Madara whimpered, curling up in a tight ball on his bed, leaning against the wall. He hadn’t seen anyone he knew since he was thrown in here – not even Izuna.
Madara continued to sob, not caring who saw him anymore; he felt so broken that it surreal. He didn't even look up as his cell door was unlocked and opened, and he only flinched when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Madara knew that it would either be Kakuzu wanting to hurt Madara once again, or one of the guards, pretty much wanting the same thing. Either way, Madara refused to look up, absolutely terrified.
When hands grabbed at him, dragging him to his feet, Madara shook violently, realising that it was the guards who had hold of him, and he knew from experience that the guards only ever bothered Madara when they felt like tormenting the Uchiha. Madara curled in on himself, scared out of his mind.
“Look at him shake!” Madara flinched when he heard one of the guards laugh at him. “What a pussy he is!”
“Isn’t he?” Another of the guards spoke fondly. “He’s a better fuck than my wife! He’s so beautiful, too. Much too beautiful to be a man!”
Madara did his best to block out the voices, and by now, he was so good at it that; he was able to escape into a made-up world where he was still with Izuna and Hashirama, and best of all, he was able to block out everything that was happening to him in real life.
Hours later, Madara found himself shaking violently and he was lying on the ground, covered in blood and semen. It had happened again. He had been used as a sex toy for not only the police officers, but also for some of the prisoners the guards had let in on the little session. Even though Madara would sell his body to anyone without caring much about the consequences, this was different; he was being raped right now and Madara was getting none of what he usually got during a whoring session; he didn’t get relief from his pain, nor did he get money or drugs afterwards. No. All he would get with these people was more pain to add to all of the pain that Madara already carried around.
The Uchiha could hear the others laughing at him and it made Madara feel worse than he usually did. He flinched as someone kicked him in the side and he just sobbed loudly, silently begging for death to claim him; he had truly had enough of life at this point. He didn’t want to be around any longer – not even for Izuna. The one reason he had held on for so long was because of his precious brother, but Izuna was gone, and Madara would never see him again, so what was the point of only living a life full of pain if he had no one there to keep him grounded?
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Izuna sat in his new bedroom in Mikoto and Fugaku’s home, looking down at his old photograph. He felt that even though he missed his brother, he wasn’t sure where they stood anymore. How was he supposed to feel about a brother that abused him every day – and half of the time for no reason? But what Izuna couldn’t work out was if he hated Madara or not; Madara had put him through so much in life, but even so, Izuna could still remember all the good times they had experienced before all of this had happened.
Whatever the case was, Izuna was quickly broken out of his thoughts as loud footsteps begun to run towards Izuna, and Izuna braced himself for the tiny body that was about to crash into his own.
“Izuna!” Izuna smiled slightly as small arms wrapped around him like Izuna knew they would, the warm body snuggled in close to Izuna’s back.
“Hello, Sasuke,” Izuna said softly to the little boy that was hugging him. “How was school?”
“Good! Naruto is so funny; he got caught cheating on our math test again, today!” Sasuke cried happily, releasing Izuna long enough to move around and hug the older Uchiha’s front.
“That’s nice, Sasuke,” Izuna smiled, petting the spikey raven hair that was so much like his own. “Make sure you never cheat, okay? You won’t get far in life if you do, otherwise.”
Sasuke nodded and smiled, nuzzling in close to his older cousin, pulling on Izuna’s hair so that the older male would lower his face. Once Izuna did, Sasuke stood up on his tip-toes and nuzzled their cheeks together. “Hai, hai!”
“Otouto.”
  Izuna and Sasuke turned at Itachi’s voice, and they found said Uchiha standing in the doorway, smiling at the scene before him.
“Are you bothering Izuna again?”
Sasuke pouted, looking up at his big brother, obviously trying to charm his way out of ‘trouble’.
“Nii-san,” Sasuke began, whining. “Izuna doesn't mind!”
“I’m sure he doesn't, but if you are bothering him, Izuna is too polite to send you away. Besides, you bother him a lot when he just wants to be alone, so maybe Izuna needs a bit of alone time, okay?”
Sasuke pouted again before smiling at Izuna.
“Okay, Izuna!” Ue chirped, hugging Izuna tighter before releasing his older cousin. “I’ll leave you alone!”
Izuna chuckled and smiled, thankful that Itachi had come in and rescued Izuna. “Thank you, Sasuke. I’ll come play a game with you later when I feel a bit better, okay?”
“Okay!” Sasuke cheered, running happily from the room and to his own, probably to grab that stuffed dinosaur that he so loved to carry around with him everywhere.
Itachi watched his little brother leave and enter his own room before stepping inside Izuna’s bedroom.
“He doesn't bother you, does he, Izuna?” Itachi asked, a hint of worry in his usually stoic voice.
Izuna smiled slightly, waving his hand in a dismissing way. “Not usually. He’s fine. Sometimes I get a bit upset when he won’t leave me alone, but it’s okay – I love Sasuke, too.”
“Hn.” Itachi smiled, thankful that his beloved baby brother was accepted. “How do you like it here? I’m afraid I haven’t really asked you that before.”
Izuna frowned as he thought about the question. “Well… I like Mikoto… and you and Sasuke, but… Fugaku… reminds me of… aniki…”
Itachi nodded, knowing that Izuna didn't like to talk about Madara.
“I understand,” Itachi said softly, coming to sit down beside his older cousin. “I think you should go and see Madara. He’s probably having a horrible time in prison.”
Izuna looked away from his cousin, depression quickly taking over the young Uchiha. “Yeah, but… aniki… I don't…”
Itachi reached out and grabbed Izuna’s hand, holding it. He smiled gently.
“You’ve told me a lot about your brother and it sounds to me like he really does love you, deep down. Perhaps he just has trouble showing it for some reason or another. I’m sure he misses you and is scared without you. If I were Madara, I would be, too, if I had the one person I loved and trusted most taken away from me like that.”
Izuna thought about Itachi’s words and he knew that Itachi had a point. Izuna stood up and smiled at his younger cousin.
“Thank you, Itachi-kun…” Izuna smiled. “I might go and see him. I guess I just needed someone else’s advice to decide what to do.”
Itachi smiled back. “No matter what, he’ll always be your big brother. You’re the only one who can help him.”
  With those words in mind, Izuna quickly made his way downstairs and to the living room to find Mikoto. After just a minute’s explanation of his wish to visit his brother, Mikoto had promised to arrange something.
-XX-
Another week had gone by and Izuna was excited. He was going to see his brother today. He needed to see him and talk everything out with Madara – he desperately wanted to get his emotions and feelings off of his chest and lay everything out with Madara – and hopefully become loving brothers once more.
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“Excuse me…” Izuna timidly approached the reception desk just hours later. “I was hoping I could see my brother; Uchiha Madara. I had an arrangement to see him today…”
The officer at the desk looked uncomfortable when the name was spoken. “Umm…” He shifted in anxiousness. “…I am afraid Uchiha is busy right now… Perhaps soon…?”
Izuna shook his head, pleading in his eyes. “I cannot. I have to see him right now. It’s urgent. I-it can’t wait.”
“Well…” the officer’s discomfort became even more apparent as he began fidgeting around, running a shaky hand through his hair. “I-I could see how long it would take until Uchiha is… ready?”
Izuna nodded, smiling slightly. “Please.”
“Take a seat,” the officer said, and with that, he was gone.
Izuna frowned -- something was wrong. Why did that officer seem so… uneasy…? Were they… were they hurting Izuna’s big brother? It seemed like the only logical option, because Madara was not a social person and would refuse to leave his cell, so why could the older Uchiha be ‘busy’?
-XX-
Out in one of the back offices, the group of cops laughed as Madara continued to just lie on the ground, still crying and in pain. The cops laughed even louder as one of the officers tripped over the Uchiha’s body, earning a loud cry of pain from him. They wondered how else Madara would react to different kinds of pain, so before they put him back in his cell, they kept inflicting all sorts of pain upon the poor Uchiha.
“Ungh…” Madara moaned as he was dragged across the room by his cut-up arm, but he didn’t do much else – in all honestly, he was only partly in reality – he was trying desperately to keep himself locked away in his mind.
The cops only laughed at Madara, laying him down on his back, talking amongst themselves as to what they could do next to him. Madara struggled to get away but he was too weak to put up much of a fight. He didn’t even notice when the office door opened and another cop walked in, concern on his face. The officer grabbed his nearest comrade’s hand and whispered into his ear, leaving quickly without a reply.
   “Your brother is here,” smirked the officer who had something whispered to him. “He so desperately wants to see you.”
“B…” Madara whimpered, wincing in pain, only brought back to the real word by the mention of Izuna. “…baby brother…?”
The same officer who had spoken of Izuna leant down, grabbing a handful of Madara’s hair and pulling him in close, chuckling at Madara’s cry of pain.
“Yes…” He whispered slyly, reaching down to gather some cum on his fingers and force it into Madara’s mouth. “Your baby brother… and if you say one word to him…”
He smirked and pulled his finger from Madara’s mouth, running it instead across Madara’s throat, smirking evilly. Madara whimpered and nodded instantly, understanding the threat – he wasn’t about to put his brother in any danger if he could help it.
“Atta boy…” Madara flinched as he was petted on the head, sobbing harder – why couldn’t these cops just put him out of his misery already? Why… Why did they insist on torturing him like this? Why…
Madara was broken out of his thoughts and he cried out when someone flipped over onto his stomach and began to clean him up roughly, not caring if they hurt him or not. Madara whimpered as his flaccid member was grabbed roughly, and Madara curled in on himself again. He could feel himself being wiped down roughly with a soaking wet cloth and painkillers being shoved down his throat, and once Madara was deemed clean enough, Madara grunted as he was dragged to his feet roughly and limped after the officers who were leading him away.
Madara had tried to block out reality again, and he began to shake as he was lead into a windowless room with a reinforced door and a one-way mirror. Small whimpers and sobs escaped Madara as he was forced to sit down in a chair -- he could only imagine what was in store for him now.
Being so lost in his thoughts, Madara didn’t notice the door opening a second time and a familiar voice soon broke him out of his trance.
“Aniki…?”
  Madara looked to the doorway, and he burst into tears when he saw Izuna standing there. Izuna… Izuna still cared enough to come and visit him…?
“Baby brother!” Madara cried, holding himself as he shook violently. “Baby brother -- otouto, I--!”
“Nii-san…” Izuna hurried forward, pulling his big brother into a tight, one-armed hug and holding him close. “Nii-san, it’s okay…”
Madara shook his head. “No, it’s not okay! I want to go home! I want to go home!”
Izuna was shocked when Madara hugged Izuna back, clutching to his shirt like a lifeline and crying hysterically into the younger boy’s chest. Izuna began to rock Madara back and forth slowly, trying to calm him down before he said anything.
“Shh, aniki…” Izuna said softly, gently. “I’m here, now… baby brother is here for you, aniki…”
“I…” Madara whimpered, crying harder than ever. “…Izuna… please… d-don't… please d-d-don't h-h… hate me…”
“I don't,” Izuna whispered, feeling tears spilling down his own cheeks now. “…I could never hate you, aniki… You’re my big brother… I love you so much…”
Madara only cried harder at this news, and Izuna realised just now how right Itachi was; Madara needed Izuna to help him through this. If Izuna just abandoned Madara… would Madara still have the strength to stay alive? Probably not, if Madara had been reduced to this state because Izuna had been taken away from him.
Nothing more was said between the two brothers because Madara eventually cried himself to sleep. Izuna was sitting on the ground, holding his brother, crying softly, and he flinched slightly when one of the police officers stomped into the room after a while of giving the two Uchiha privacy – or at least pretending to, anyway – there was a one-way mirror in the room, after all...
“What are you doing to my nii-san?” Izuna asked angrily as soon as he saw the man; his earlier suspicion of them hurting Madara was proving true. “Why is he so upset and scared?”
The man shrugged. “He’s in prison, little boy… Things happen in prisons. Stay out of trouble – unlike your brother -- and you won’t have to experience what he goes through.”
“Tell me what you’re doing!” Izuna snapped. “I-I can see marks all over his body! Why? Why are you hurting him? What has he done to deserve this?”
“We don't have to answer to you,” sneered the officer, stomping forward once more and roughly yanking the sleeping Madara from Izuna’s arms.
Madara jumped and woke up at the sudden movement, and whimpered before looking up at the officer’s face. His eyes widened in recognition and he screamed loudly, trying to get away from the man and clawing at the air, looking at Izuna and screaming for his brother.
“Otouto!” Madara screamed loudly. “Baby brother! Help! Please! Please help me! Izuna!”
“Don't touch him!” Izuna cried, getting to his feet and charging at the officer. “Leave him alone!”
Before Izuna could get within three feet of the officer, said man had drawn his gun, pointing it at Izuna, his hand on the trigger, and he didn’t look like he was bluffing. Izuna gulped and stopped in his tracks. “Take one more step, and I will shoot!”
Izuna stopped -- he couldn’t risk anything happening to him or Madara. The officer sneered and put his gun back in its holster before taking Madara and leaving. Izuna fell to his knees, crying; he had to save his brother! He just had to! But… how was he going to do that when Izuna himself had no motivation for living left?
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