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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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  “I’m glad that Father is dead, aniki…” Seven-year-old Izuna whispered to his brother. “…I didn’t like him… He was so mean to me…”
“Mean?” Madara whispered back, rubbing his brother’s back in an attempt to get the younger to go to sleep. “Mean as in how?”
“Father always touched me under my clothes when no one was around… It hurt… I hated it, aniki… He always pulled my pants down… It hurt so much…!”
Madara – being so young – didn’t understand what his brother was saying. All he knew was that it was still hurting Izuna, and that was unacceptable. All he wanted was for someone to take pity on them and take them in, but despite their young age, no other Uchiha member wanted them, leaving them to take care of themselves.
Madara soothed his now-crying brother, knowing that it was late and Izuna desperately needed a rest. Whispering sweet nothings to his baby brother had quietened Izuna down, and Madara smiled as the little boy just about fell asleep on his lap.
“Nii-san…?” Izuna yawned, whispering tiredly.
“Hmm?” Madara ruffled Izuna’s hair.
“We’ll always be together, won’t we, aniki…? I know that we will… I love you…”
Madara smiled, tearing up. “I love you, too, otouto… And I promise that we’ll be together forever. We’ll never be apart… Never…”
Izuna smiled sweetly before falling asleep. Madara laughed softly. Oh, how he loved his little brother…
-XX-
Madara was snapped out of his memories by a loud barking. He glanced behind him and almost jumped at the sight of a huge, white dog charging at him with its teeth bared and loud snarls emitting from its chest.
Only one thought went through Madara’s mind as the dog knocked him over and went to bite at his throat – Izuna loved dogs…
“Akamaru!” Naruto screamed, trying to push the dog off of the Uchiha. “Akamaru, stop! Kiba, control your dog!”
“Akamaru, down!” Madara glanced up at a brown-haired boy who had to be close to Naruto’s age. “Down, boy!”
Madara was unaware of the pain as the giant dog sunk its teeth into his neck. All he knew was that blood was spilling everywhere and he missed Izuna more than ever.
“Madara!”
Madara looked up at Naruto, seeing that the boy was kneeling beside him, tears welling up in his eyes.
“Madara, are you okay?!”
Madara sat up and shrugged, wincing at the pain in his neck. “…I dunno…   My immortality has been messing up lately…”
Naruto bit his lip, placing a hand on the Uchiha’s shoulder. “Madara…”
“Leave me be, Naruto…” Madara whispered. “…I… I want to die… I miss Izuna…”
Naruto didn’t know what to say to Madara. What could he say? Madara wouldn’t listen to him – he loved his brother more than anything, and Naruto wasn’t going to be changing that fact anytime soon…
Naruto also knew that Madara was the one whom was slowly destroying his own immortality Jutsu – but why the Uchiha was doing that was beyond the Uzumaki. What really troubled him was how Madara had been talking to Izuna a lot more lately, saying things about how they were going to see each other again soon and that Izuna wouldn’t have to be lonely any longer.
“Madara…” Naruto placed his hand on the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.
“Naruto…” The boy known as Kiba spoke, glaring at Madara as he ran a hand through his dog’s shaggy fur. “…Why do you care about him so much? He’s a murderer – a traitor. He shouldn’t even be here. Akamaru certainly doesn’t trust him!”
“I don’t care what your stupid dog thinks!” Naruto yelled. “He hurt Madara!”
“Because Madara is evil and Akamaru can sense it!” Kiba shouted back. “He’s got better judgement than you do! Akamaru wouldn’t attack someone without me telling him to first if he didn’t sense malice wafting from them like stench from a sewage farm! We should’ve killed Madara the first chance we got!”
“Shut up!” Naruto screamed. He let go of Madara and stood up, shoving Kiba. “If you only came here to badmouth Madara, than you should just go home, Kiba!”
“Why would you care about him so much, Naruto?!” Kiba shot back. “Is he another Sasuke to you?! Are you in love with him?!”
Naruto gasped and immediately stopped talking. Instead of biting back, he glanced down at Madara, frowning. No words were spoken to Kiba as he helped the Uchiha back to his feet and taking his hands, leading him away to the apartment.
Just as they got through the door, a loud thump startled Naruto. He turned, finding Madara lying on the ground in a quivering heap.
Madara had begun to thrash, screaming loudly in what Naruto knew was agony.
The Uzumaki tried to relax Madara, but nothing he did worked. All he could do was sit there and watch the Uchiha.
-XX-
Hours had passed. Madara had been moved to the couch, and whatever had been wrong with him had soon enough disappeared.
The Uchiha looked up as Naruto returned once more with a hot cup of cocoa. He smiled as the blonde handed him the mug and he took a quick sip. His body still trembled, but apart from that, he was fine.
“Madara, what had happened?” Naruto asked, sitting down beside the older male.
Madara frowned. “…My immortality… I got rid of it… The pain my body has endured… It comes back…”
Naruto gulped – it didn’t seem like a fun ride for Madara.
-XX-
“Did you really mean what you said…?”
Naruto looked up from his spot on the ground. What was Madara talking about?
“What do you mean, Madara?”
“When you fought with that Inuzuka boy last week… And you said that you were in love with me… Did you really mean it…?”
Naruto couldn’t help but notice that Madara looked scared.
“Madara, we’ve been over this several times already – of course I meant it!”
Madara looked down at the ground and smiled to himself, humming as he thought things over.
“…But we have never really done anything a couple is supposed to do apart from… cuddle…”
“Madara, I don’t want to force you into anything that you don’t feel comfortable doing,” Naruto explained in a gentle manner. “I know that you haven’t told me why, but I know that you don’t like doing some of the things that couples do.”
Madara frowned and stared at the wall this time. He knew that Naruto was right, but… was it time to tell the Uzumaki more about himself? Could he trust Naruto with that knowledge…?
“…” Madara’s eyebrow creased as he slowly made himself anxious as he thought about the things that Naruto could do with the knowledge of Madara’s past.
“Madara?” Naruto reached out and patted Madara’s shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
“…Maybe it’s time to tell you…” Madara sighed before looking back at Naruto. There was the unmistakable sign of fear in the Uchiha’s eyes.
“’Tell you’? Tell me what, Madara?” Naruto leant in closer. He was concerned at the expression on Madara’s face – the large frown and eyes squeezed tightly shut made it look like Madara was in pain.
“…I…” Madara begun softly, not sure where to begin. “…I don’t like some couple things, because… my brother and I… We’ve both been… Raped…”
“Raped…?” Naruto whispered, not quite sure what that was – Kakashi-sensei had taught him about a lot of couple things, but he had never mentioned anything called ‘rape’ before. “…Is that some kind of ramen…? ‘Cause I’ve never heard of that before.”
Madara sighed and stared at Naruto, a little frustrated. “No, it’s not… You know about sex, right?”
“Yeah, a little bit.”
“Well, rape is when someone has been forced into sex… When they didn’t want it…”
Naruto gasped. He instantly understood what Madara was saying now. The Uzumaki pulled Madara into a hug, not knowing what else to do. “Oh, Madara! I’m so, so sorry! I swear that I didn’t know! I didn’t mean to upset you!”
Madara shrugged and leant into the hold. “S’not your fault…”
“Is that why you never wanted anything to do with sex stuff, Madara?”
Madara nodded, cuddling in closer to Naruto and closing his eyes. “Yes… I just want to go to sleep now… Please, let me sleep…”
Naruto nodded and held Madara until the Uchiha was snoring quietly. He wasn’t sure what had made Madara want to confide in him, and from the looks of things, Madara wouldn’t be telling the blonde much more anytime soon – Madara still hadn’t willingly handed that information out.
“Just go to sleep.” Naruto whispered, smiling at the sleeping man in his arms. “I’ll protect you.”
“…Naruto…” Madara whispered in his sleep, snuggling in closer. “Naruto, you remind me… of Izuna...”
-XX-
“It’s him…”
Madara was aware of the whispers as he and Naruto walked down the street to gather groceries. “Sick fuck… Probably brainwashed the boy into having those feelings…”
  “Did your mutt-friend tell someone about us?” Madara asked Naruto, annoyance clear in his voice.
Naruto shrugged. “No one has said anything about it to me…”
“Yes, from the sounds of it, the village thinks that it’s my fault… It’s always my fault!”
“Madara…” Naruto gripped the Uchiha’s hand in an attempt to calm him down – Madara was clearly very upset about this. “So what if people know? Who cares what they think? The important thing is that none of this is your fault, okay?”
Madara shook his head. His body was shaking with rage. The only thing that had stopped him from acting on his urges to main was the fact that if he did anything, than Naruto would get the blame – as much as he wouldn’t admit it to anyone – even to Naruto – Madara really cared about the blonde.
“…” Madara took a few breaths, trying to calm himself down before something familiar caught his eye. “…The Uchiha Complex…”
Naruto looked over at Madara. The Uchiha seemed to be in some sort of trance – the man was drifting towards the Uchiha Complex as if it were being magnetically pulled along.
“Madara, wait!” Naruto hurried after Madara, trying to get his attention. “Madara, we have to buy groceries!”
“Just a minute…” Madara mumbled in an unusually kind voice. “There’s something I have to see.”
Naruto followed Madara down the abandoned streets of the Uchiha Complex, chilled to his very core by the atmosphere of the place. It felt as if he was being watched, and he hated the feelings of depression and anger that he was experiencing by coming here.
“Where are we going?” Naruto asked, being sure to keep close to the Uchiha.
Madara was silent, but Naruto was sure that Madara hadn’t heard him – focused on something else.
“Madara?”
“…”
Naruto sighed. He was silent as he followed the older male for a few more minutes until they arrived at a house. It was looked so much more dilapidated than the others – even though they had all been abandoned.
“Where are we?” Naruto asked, wanting only to get out of this creepy place.
“This was my home…” Madara whispered. Pain was evident in his eyes. “…Our home…”
“’Our home’?”
Madara pushed the door open. He ignored the way it had protested loudly and stepped inside. From the look on his face, Naruto suspected that Madara was deeply upset by the shape that the house had been left in. There was dust over everything and things had been smashed and dropped onto the ground. There were holes in the walls and dropping by what were most likely rats.
The raven seemed to know exactly where he wanted to go. Naruto followed him down the filthy hallway until they came to a door. He stifled sobs as he hands rested upon the doorknob until the finally turned it and opened the squeaking door.
Madara was overcome by nostalgia and fell to the ground, crying. Naruto peeked in over the upset man, finding a bed that hadn’t been used in years, old scrolls, weapons, and photographs.
“May I go in?” Naruto asked respectfully, not wanting to upset Madara by just entering.
Madara nodded. Naruto stepped in, choking on the dust before walking over to a bedside table covered in old photographs.
“Bring those to me…” Madara choked out through his heavy tears. Naruto didn’t question Madara’s wishes and grabbed the old black-and-white-photos, handing them to the Uchiha. “Izuna…”
Naruto leant over Madara’s shoulder to see the photos. He found a young boy – presumably Madara by the long mane of hair – and a younger boy who looked a lot like Sasuke. They two boys were hugging each other, smiles on their faces. By the looks of it, the younger boy was holding the camera.
“Is this Izuna?” Naruto whispered.
“Yes…”
Madara looked at the next photo – probably taken a few years after that first one was. The two boys looked a lot older.
Madara was lounging against a tree with Izuna in his arms. There was a noticeable difference in their Sharingan.
“This was Izuna’s Mangekyou Sharingan?” Naruto whispered.
“Hn… That was mine, until Izuna’s pattern merged with my own… This one was just before I went blind…”
“You must miss him a lot, don’t you?” Naruto asked.
“Yes…” And the tears rolled back over.
-XX-
“Otouto!” Madara held Izuna tightly as tears rolled down his face. “Otouto, no! I told you to stay behind!”
Izuna coughed up blood, small moans escaping his lips. “Aniki… Aniki, I’m so cold… It hurts… Everything hurts…”
“Otouto, don’t talk… We’ll get a medic! I promise! Someone, help! Please!”
“Aniki!” Izuna whined. His face was screwed up in pain. “Aniki, I love you! I love you so much, aniki! I want you to… to bring peace to this world… Please, do it for me… Please…”
“I’ll do anything you want me to, otouto! Just please, don’t die! Don’t leave me alone! Please!”
“Madara?”
Madara looked up to find the Senju Clan leader, Hashirama, standing behind him.
“I am truly sorry… I do wish that it hadn’t come to this… We will retreat and allow you to be with your otouto… Come on, Tobi…”
Madara glared at the Senju brothers as they left – why did Hashirama get to keep his brother when his own was dying in his arms?!
“Aniki…” Izuna was grasping around desperately, trying to find something. “Aniki, your hand! Where is your hand?! I want to hold it!”
“Here’s my hand, otouto!” Madara hastily grabbed Izuna’s hand with his own and squeezed it. “Please, you can’t die!”
“Bring… peace…” Izuna forced out between ragged breathing, gripping Madara’s hand with both of his tightly. “Please… aniki… I… love…”
And with that, Izuna was gone.
Madara howled in agony, holding his dead brother tightly. He cried hysterically, wishing with all of his being that it had been he who had been killed and not his beloved baby brother.
“Izuuuuuuna!” Madara wailed in torture. “Izuuuuuuna!”
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