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Save Us, Daddy	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2142 -:- 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-Save Us, Daddy
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-11
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
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  Three weeks later…
“You stupid idiot!”
Madara flinched as his boss yelled at him.
“You’re supposed to check everyone’s bags! You could’ve let someone steal something! Worthless moron! I should fire you right now!”
“I-I'm sorry, sir…” Madara whimpered, aware of the customers that were watching the scene. “I-it won’t happen again…”
“It had better not, you good-for-nothing faggot! Why didn’t you check their bags?!”
“T-they said they’d punch my face in if I did…”
“You pussy!”
Madara ducked as his boss aimed a slap at him.
“Who cares if you get hurt?! So long as no one steals any merchandise! The merchandise is more important than your health!”
Madara looked at the ground and nodded as tears welled up in his eyes. “Ok, sir…”
Madara’s boss sneered at him and walked off. “See to it that you don't fuck up again, Uchiha.”
Madara nodded once more, wiping tears away as he stood awkwardly behind the registers. Many of the customers had left after seeing the manager go off at his worker but some of the customers had stayed behind to pity Madara.
“Excuse me, sir?”
Madara looked down to find a little girl staring up at him, sadness in her eyes.
“Yes, honey?” Madara asked, smiling weakly as he wiped more tears away.
“Are you okay, sir?”
“Y-yes, I'm fine, sweetie. Thank you for asking. Where are your parents?”
The little girl pointed behind her to her parents who were standing further away, watching Madara.
“Why did you let that nasty man yell at you like that, sir?” The girl asked.
“H-he’s my boss…”
“But he shouldn’t yell at you! He’s mean!”
Madara smiled again, reaching down to pat the girl on the head kindly. “He yells at all of us, sweetie. It’s alright. Thank you for asking if I'm okay.”
Madara grabbed a lollypop out of the container on the counter. He handed it to her, smiling.
“Thank you, mister!” She cried happily.
Madara chuckled a little. “It’s okay, cutie. Don't tell my boss, though, okay?”
“I won’t!”
Madara smiled at the glee on the small girl’s face. He looked at his watch and was glad to see that he could leave in ten minutes. He served a few more customers before his replacement came to the registers to relieve him.
“Hey, man, I heard him yelling at you again,” Madara’s co-worker, Kenji, said. “He’s such an asshole!”
Madara shook his head. “I know… I just want to go home and see my kids…”
Kenji nodded and patted Madara on the back. “I hope you feel better, Madara.”
“Thanks.”
Madara returned home an hour later and threw himself down on the couch. Hashirama was still at work and Tobirama seemed to have taken the kids out into town. He allowed tears to stream down his cheeks and buried himself closer into the couch.
He didn't feel like tonight was going to be a good night.
--LINEBREAK--
“Madara?” Tobirama closed the door behind the kids and flicked on the lights. He found Madara fast asleep on the couch. “Madara, wake up.”
Madara awoke with a start. “What is it?!”
“It’s almost dinnertime, Madara. Thought you should wake up.”
Madara yawned and nodded, opening his arms for his kids to fall into them and hugged them tightly. He kissed them both on the cheek before sending them off to their room to play while he changed out of his work uniform.
Hashirama should be due home any minute now. Good. Madara needed someone to comfort him after today at work. Throwing his work shirt into their laundry hamper, Madara caught sight of a note on his bedside table. He picked it up and read it.
I'm so sorry, babe, it begun, but right after you left for work my boss rang the house phone and asked me to work a double shift. I won’t be home tonight in time for dinner so I’ll see you in the morning. Love, Hashi.
Madara sighed and frowned. He put the note back where it had been left and changed back into his day clothes. He returned to the living area to find Tobirama cooking dinner for everyone.
“Your brother is working double time.” Madara said, sitting down at the kitchen table and sprawling his upper body onto it.
“I see.” Tobirama frowned. “I’ve already put in enough for five of us, though…”
“I'm not hungry, Tobi. I’ll go see if the Hatakes want to come over for dinner.”
“Sounds good.”
Madara left the house, pulling his jacket closer to him as the cold night air hit him. Madara shivered a little. He stepped off the front porch, walking confidently down to the driveway, but as he got near the car, he was startled by a twig snapping.
Madara stopped and spun around, his heart beginning to race in anxiety.
“Who’s there?!” Madara called out. Silence. “Hashirama, if this is some kind of joke, it’s not funny…”
The sound of feet running along the pavement towards him startled Madara so badly he had turned to run back into the house, but he tripped over his own two feet. He landed with a loud thud on the driveway.
“Who’s there?!” Madara screamed, quivering violently in fear.
The footsteps stopped and Madara could just make out the shape of a person standing in front of him, but it was too dark to make out any features. They didn't move. Madara screamed again in fright, loud enough to bring Tobirama and several other neighbours running out of their houses.
The person had taken that moment to disappear from sight.
“Madara, what’s wrong?!” Tobirama ran to the fallen Uchiha. “What is it?!”
Madara tried to get to his feet but he was too shaky to stand by himself. He sobbed as he grabbed Tobirama’s hand. He had been so scared.
“T-tobirama…” Madara moaned, hugging the Senju. “I-I was so s-scared!”
Sakumo was next to approach, concern written all over his face. “Madara, what is it?”
“T-there was someone here!” Madara pointed weakly at where the trespasser had once stood.
“Where?” Tobirama asked softly, not seeing anyone he didn’t know.
  “O-over there! They ran at me and then stopped but I couldn’t see who it was! I was so scared!”
Sakumo ran to where Madara was pointing, stopping at the bushes by the Uchiha’s car. He couldn’t see anyone. “There’s no one there now, Madara.”
Madara shook his head. “I s-swear!”
“Maybe you’re still just tired and are seeing things.” Tobirama began to walk Madara back into the house. “Come on. Go have a sleep, Madara.”
“I hope you’ll be alright, Madara.” Sakumo said sincerely, worry in his voice.
Tobirama smiled at the Hatake. “I'm sure he’ll be fine. Thank you for your concern. You and Kakashi are welcome to come over for dinner tonight.”
Sakumo smiled. “Of course. Give us five minutes to get ready and we’ll be over.”
Tobirama smiled back and nodded at them. “Sure.”
Madara was still rambling nonsense about what had just happened, but if someone had looked just underneath Madara’s car, they would have seen someone hidden underneath it – someone Madara was extremely familiar with.
--LINEBREAK--
Madara had stayed up the whole night until Hashirama had returned home and he was certain that at least three times a shadow had passed by his window as he waited impatiently.
It wasn’t just the shadow that was frightening Madara – the phone had been ringing constantly, but every time someone had answered it, they would ask for Madara and not speak one word to the Uchiha. Just… heavy breathing.
It had done nothing but boost Madara’s already-present anxiety disorder – especially his paranoia.
To Madara’s great displeasure, the kids were returning back to school and Madara was to spend the day there with them. He had pulled up in front of the school and parked, walking the boys to their classroom and sitting down with them at a table.
Madara’s anxiety was obvious to anyone who looked at him. The Uchiha was continuously biting his nails and shaking, glancing around everywhere and jumping at the slightest unexpected noise.
“Dad?” Obito looked up at his father, worried about his behaviour. “What’s wrong?”
Madara shook his head, his eyes full of tears. “Nothing, Obito.”
Sarutobi entered the classroom only a few minutes later and introduced himself to Madara.
“Sarutobi Hiruzen.” The teacher said politely, shaking Madara’s hand. “You have some lovely kids, Madara-san. I'm sure that with the right help they’ll settle in soon enough. I'm glad you’re here. Maybe now that someone can keep an eye on them, the poor dears will be left alone.”
Madara nodded, glancing at his kids. “It sure is a rowdy class…”
“They’re good enough kids -- their parents have just let them get away with so much.”
Madara nodded in understanding. He knew that it probably wasn’t the kids’ direct fault that they were bullies but more of the parents. Some of them were probably even bullied themselves.
Madara sighed and sat back down in between his kids, ruffling their hair gently before placing his chin on his hands and sighing. This was going to be a long day.
--LINEBREAK--
“Daddy!”
Madara eyed Tobi questioningly with his mouth full of apple.
“Tobi has to go bathroom, but Tobi doesn't want to go in by himself!”
Madara sighed and looked around. It was lunchtime and there were kids everywhere. Madara wanted to take Tobi in to make him feel less frightened but he knew that he couldn’t do that -- he could lose his privileges to accompany the boys to school.
“Please go by yourself, Tobi.” Madara said softly after he had chewed his apple and swallowed it. “I'm not allowed in the bathrooms and Obito is still eating…”
Tobi grabbed Madara’s hand and pulled on it, trying to get Madara off the bench that he was sitting on.
“Daddy, please!” Tobi begged, eyes tearing up a little as he did so.
Madara shook his head sadly. Even if he was able to take Tobi in, there was still the fact that the little boys who were already in there might be uncomfortable with an adult in there as well.
“I’ll walk with you to the entrance, Tobi, and I’ll wait outside.” Madara said sternly. “That’s all I’ll do today. If you don't like it, too bad. …I hope that I'm not being too harsh on you, Tobi…”
Tobi shook his head and sighed. “…Okay, daddy…”
Madara smiled and rubbed Tobi’s back a little. “Stay here, Obito -- we’ll be right back.”
Obito nodded, too content with his dango sticks to notice that they were leaving.
As Madara waited outside the boys’ bathroom he was unaware of the fiasco going on inside.
Tobi whimpered as he was pushed to the ground. He shielded his face but the older boys laughed and kicked Tobi in the stomach.
“S-stop!” Tobi exclaimed weakly, winded.
“No, freak!” One of the oldest boys laughed and kicked Tobi in the face next.
Tobi tried to scream as his nose broke but another of the boys had clamped Tobi’s mouth shut with his hand. Tobi’s cry only came out muffled.
The oldest boy smirked and leant down, putting his face in close to Tobi’s before slipping out a pocket knife. Tobi’s eyes widened as he saw it and he thrashed violently, trying to get away as horrible memories flashed before his eyes.
Tobi remembered how his mother had attacked him and Obito with the knife that day. He remembered another time when he was younger and an ambulance had to be called because Sora had stabbed Madara in the chest.
One more memory -- and probably the most painful one – was when he had found his father in his room, on the floor, a knife in his hand and slash wounds in both of his wrists. Tobi remembered having thought that his father was dead. An ambulance and blood drips was the only thing that had kept Madara alive during the trip of the hospital.
Now Tobi was about to have one more horrible memory carved into his mind – or so it had seemed that way for a few seconds.
Just as the knife tip had touched Tobi’s pale skin and a small droplet of blood leaked out, a blurry figure attacked the knife-wielder and grabbed the blade, throwing it away and punching the kid in the nose.
The other kids had let Tobi go and ran away after Tobi’s rescue.   The Uchiha curled up into a ball, shaking and crying. A figure knelt down next to him and Tobi felt a calm aura surrounding him.
Tobi cracked open his eye, coming face-to-face with another boy -- an older one. He had green hair and strange, yellow eyes. But he was beautiful – in Tobi’s eyes, anyway.
“Are you okay?” The boy asked sweetly, reaching out to pat Tobi’s hair calmingly.
Although Tobi was terrified out of his mind, he allowed the contact.
Tobi nodded. “T-thanks…”
“That’s okay. I'm Zetsu. You’re one of the Uchiha twins, right? Which one? I'm sorry – I’ve just never seen either of you before, so…”
Tobi giggled a little amidst his sobs. “T-tobi is Tobi! Obito is T-tobi’s brother!”
Zetsu smiled at Tobi and nodded. “Okay, you’re Tobi. Do you and Obito look exactly the same?”
Tobi shook his head weakly, crawling closer to Zetsu to rest his head on the older boy’s lap. “O-our mommy hurt O-obito and Tobi and now Obito has o-one eye… that’s how Hashirama and Tobirama tell us apart…”
Zetsu frowned at the news and his stroking of Tobi increased. “I'm sorry to hear that, Tobi… You must be so scared… your father is here, right? I’ll take you to him.”
Tobi nodded and smiled at Zetsu. Zetsu helped Tobi to his feet, but the younger boy seemed so unsteady that Zetsu had offered to carry him. If Madara had heard Tobi’s reply, he would have had a heart attack. Tobi had said yes – to a boy he had only just met.
“Up we go, Tobi.” Zetsu smiled as he picked Tobi up and held him close, carrying him out of the bathroom.
Tobi giggled until strong arms grabbed him. He whimpered until he realised it was his dad.
“Tobi, what happened?!” Madara cried, tearing up at the blood pouring from Tobi’s nose. “Who is this boy?! Did he hurt you?!”
“D-daddy, this is Zetsu! He saved Tobi from the bad boys!”
Madara raised an eyebrow at Zetsu. “You did, did you…?”
Zetsu nodded. “Yes, sir…”
Madara studied Zetsu for a while before smiling at him. He shifted Tobi into one arm before leaning down and hugging Zetsu tightly.
“Thank you so much for looking out for Tobi!” Madara exclaimed happily.
Obito had wandered over now, worry on his face. “Daddy? What’s wrong with Tobi? Who is this?”
“Obito, this is Zetsu -- he saved Tobi!” Madara pushed Obito forward so he could see Zetsu better. “Thank Zetsu for saving Tobi, Obito!”
Obito smiled widely, but yet shyly, as he hid partially behind Madara. “T-thank you…”
“That’s alright.” Zetsu grinned. “You should take him home and clean him up. I’ll stay with him at school days if you would like, Uchiha-sama -- I'm sure you must be busy as it is with work and the like instead of putting it off.”
“Will you stay with Obito, too, Zetsu?”
Zetsu nodded and smiled at Obito. “I’ll be a friend to both of them if they want me to!”
Tobi cheered happily and reached down to grab Zetsu’s arm. He hugged it tightly.
Madara was honestly shocked -- both of his boys had found friends! This was amazing!
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