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So I'm Fake Now, It's Your Fault	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4116 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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  Madara’s eyes opened slowly, having been awoken by a loud and constant beeping noise. He groaned in pain and annoyance, trying to see past the blurring. He could make out white walls, and plenty of machines around him. Some of them were hooked up to him in differing ways.
“Otouto…” Madara whimpered as memories flooded back to him -- why had his brother done what he had done…?
The agony overwhelmed Madara and he begun to sob loudly, shaking, before screaming out in confusion -- Madara’s mind was so messed up, he couldn’t separate the present from the past -- and to him, that incident with “Izuna” was happening all over again.
Doctors had run into his room and sedated him, but Madara was so terrified, he fought to keep the nurses away from him. Though he had been sedated, Madara would only wake up once again, worse than before.
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Izuna cried out as Tobirama slammed into his spot repeatedly. He had been staying with the Senju while Hashirama was taking care of his brother, and they had been taking this time alone to make love repeatedly.
As soon as Izuna released across his chest and Tobirama inside of the younger boy, a knock sounded on the front door.
Tobirama groaned and kissed Izuna before pulling a robe on and going to answer the door.
Izuna lay in the bed, trying to clean himself up. Tobirama was gone for only a few minutes before he returned back to the room with Hashirama behind him.
“Izuna-kun…” Hashirama spoke softly, ignoring the fact that the boy was naked, covered in his brother’s seed. “…I need you to come with me right away.”
“What?” Izuna was confused. “Why?”
“I cannot speak of it here…” Hashirama said. When Izuna glanced over at Tobirama’s face, the older boy’s expression was unreadable. Had something happened? “It’s urgent, though. I’ll wait for you to get dressed, and then you must come with me, Izuna.”
Izuna did as instructed, terrified that something was wrong with his beloved brother.
-XX-
The second that they arrived back at the Hokage mansion, Izuna knew something was wrong. Hashirama looked furious.
“How dare you…” Hashirama muttered angrily, slapping Izuna’s face without warning.
Izuna cried out and looked back at Hashirama with fear and confusion in his eyes. “H-hashirama-s-sama…?”
“You sick little shit.” Hashirama slapped Izuna again, ignoring the tears that streamed down Izuna’s face. “How dare you rape your brother. How dare you.”
“W-what?!” Izuna’s mind stopped. What was Hashirama talking about?!
“M-madara!” The Shodai spat. “You raped Madara-chan!”
“N-no, I – I don't--” Izuna tried desperately to prove his innocence, but Hashirama wouldn’t listen.
“Don't even try it, Izuna.” Hashirama had never been so cold to someone before. “How you could defile such a beautiful creature such as Madara is beyond me…”
“Y-you’re the only one who has been near him for the past two days!” It was then that the pieces clicked in Izuna’s mind. “It was you who has been raping nii-san!”
Before Izuna knew it, Hashirama had pinned him to the wall by his throat with a kunai in one hand.
“You say a thing to anyone about this, Izuna, and not only will I kill you, but I’ll slit Madara’s throat and keep his dead body to fuck whenever I want. Do you want that, Izuna?”
Izuna snarled but shook his head. He couldn’t put his brother in any harm.
“Good.” Hashirama chuckled. “I guess that you’ll play along.”
“How could nii-san have ever trusted you?” Izuna spat, narrowing his eyes. “You’re a monster. Mada-nii was right about you!”
“You’ll have all the time in the world to ponder these things while you rot in a cell, Izuna-kun.”
With that, Hashirama grabbed the Uchiha by the hair, throwing him into a cell. He slammed the door closed and walked off without even a second glance at the young boy.
-XX-
Madara’s eyes opened slowly hours later. He let out a loud sob. Why was this happening to him? First Hashirama, and now his own brother? It was unbelievable. All he knew was that he had to get away from here.
Madara rolled onto his side, hissing at the pain that ran through his body. He ripped at the drips and other cords that were sticking out from his skin. Breathing was terribly hard as well as painful for him, and he couldn’t use his left arm – which must’ve been broken, as it was in a cast.
“Mmm…” Madara moaned weakly. He whimpered as pain flared through his right leg the second he had put the slightest amount of pressure on it.
As much as it was going to hurt him, he knew that he had to handle it and get away – he had a feeling that he was going to be hurt again if he stayed.
Madara yelped out in pain and fright as he collapsed to the ground. Maybe trying to roll himself off the bed wasn’t the best idea. He could barely push himself off the ground.
Madara dragged himself over to the window that was across from him. He grabbed onto the small windowsill, pulling himself up with one arm. He pulled himself through with difficultly before falling onto the hard ground on the other side minutes later.
Madara cried out in pain, but he couldn’t give up. With just one arm, Madara dragged himself away, heading deep into the forest that was behind the hospital.
-XX-
“I don’t understand why you’re doing this…” Izuna whimpered when Hashirama came back an hour later.
“Why am I doing this?” Hashirama knelt down beside Izuna. “I’m doing this for your brother.”
“What did my brother ever do to deserve this?! So what if he killed many of your clansmen – you killed just as many of ours and he never did anything to you out of a personal vendetta! What else could he have ever done to deserve such a horrible thing to be done to him?! What?!”
Hashirama grabbed Izuna by the throat, pulling him in close. He scrutinised the younger closely. “What else did he do? You know what he did? What he still does? He’s too beautiful for his own good. He’s so untouchable. I want him, Izuna. I need him.”
“So you rape him every chance you get?!” Izuna screamed. “You’re sick! I hate you! I wish the clansmen listened to Mada-nii! You’re disgusting and I hate you! You can’t have my brother! You can’t!”
“I can…” Hashirama grabbed a kunai from his pocket and ran it over Izuna’s skinny arm. “…And I will…”
“You’ve got to be stopped!” Izuna screamed. “You’re crazy! You’re insane! You’re the one who needs to be in a cell!”
“Don’t talk to me like that.” Hashirama snarled, forcing the kunai deep into Izuna’s arm. “I’m not insane. Just a little stressed.”
“You’re batshit insane!” Izuna screamed. He fell to the ground when Hashirama released him. “I’ll see to it that someone finds out about this!”
“The second someone finds out about this, Izuna-kun,” Hashirama spat, “I’ll know that it was you, and Madara-chan will be the one who suffers because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut.”
“What have you done to my brother?!” Izuna screamed. “What?! Tell me! What have you done to my aniki?!”
-XX-
Madara sobbed to himself, having collapsed underneath a large tree. He was in so much pain and memories wouldn’t stop plaguing him. All he could do was remember how he had been violated by both Hashirama and Izuna and how he was terrified of it happening again. He just wanted to end everything – he had had enough of living.
“If Izuna hates me, then I have no one…” Madara whimpered, crying hysterically. “I hate myself, too… I might as well do the world a favour and leave… Everything hurts so much… My body… and my mind… I’m so tired… So very, very tired…”
Madara cried to himself a little bit more before throwing up and collapsing face-first into it. He moaned, quivering.
“No more…” Madara whispered. “…No more…!”
“Well, well…”
Madara whimpered and tensed at an unfamiliar voice from behind him.
“What have we here? Fresh meat?”
“Leave me alone…” Madara whimpered, crying harder. “…Leave me alone…!”
“So aggressive…” The voice chuckled. “I like it.”
Madara screamed as a hand grabbed him by the hair, lifting him up from the ground. He struggled to get away, but he was too weak and only caused more pain to run through his body. He screamed out again as his hospital robe was forced open and off of his fragile body. He froze. Another person who just wanted his body…? Was this his only purpose in life…?
-XX-
“Shodai-sama!”
Hashirama looked up as his door was thrown open urgently. He placed his pen down on the desk and stood up. Worry was etched into his face. Had something happened?
“What is wrong?” Hashirama asked in a soft tone, coming face-to-face with one of the nurses who was in charge of Madara’s care.
“Madara is gone from the hospital!” The nurse cried, fear in her voice. “There’s no trace of him, but we suspect he has left through the window! Hokage-sama, he’s in no condition to be leaving the hospital bed!”
Hashirama frowned – Madara was gone…? Had he… ran away because of… him…?
“I’ll go and find him.” Hashirama said quickly. He left the Hokage’s office almost immediately. If his Madara was in danger, he had to find him! “Tell Tobi to take care of everything for me until I return!”
-XX-
“…”
Tobirama sat across from Izuna’s cell. His eyes were narrowed and he was grinding his teeth in anger. Izuna was in the corner of the cell, crying hysterically. The Uchiha was heartbroken by his sudden desire to break up.
Izuna knew that Tobirama believed his brother’s every word against him, but it still hurt to know that the Senju thought that he would do something so sick to his own aniki.
“T-tobi…” Izuna sobbed, shaking. He so desperately wanted to tell the elder about Hashirama, but he knew that Tobirama would side with the brown-haired male over anyone else. “…Tobi…”
Tobirama sighed and shook his head. His look of anger disappeared and was replaced by one of concern and sadness. “…Izuna… I-I’m sorry… I can’t be with someone who could do such sick things to their own brother…”
Izuna let out another heartbroken sob. He didn’t care what Hashirama had said – Tobirama needed to know what his brother was like. Even if the elder didn’t believe him – which he probably wouldn’t, anyway – it was still better for Tobirama to know.
“I-it wasn’t me who did those things to aniki!” Izuna cried out, turning to look the Senju in the eyes. “It wasn’t me!”
“Who was it then, Izuna?!” Tobirama snapped back. “Who?! Madara admitted that you bashed and raped him! It’s Madara’s word against your own, and you’re the only one who spends so much time with him and can even get injure him!”
“Can’t you see, Tobi?!” Izuna cried, desperation in his voice. “I was with you for those days – not once leaving your side! All of a sudden, Madara is in hospital when he was perfectly fine physically when I had left him! Who was in charge of Madara, Tobi?! You know that I wouldn’t lie about something like this!”
“But you - …nii-san…?” Tobirama’s eyes widened in recognition before filling with tears. “…My… My aniki… was the one… doing those things…?”
Izuna sobbed and nodded. “He is, Tobi! He told me that if I didn’t go along with him and say that it was me, then he would kill us both and keep Madara’s body for his personal sex toy!”
Tobirama bit his lip before unlocking the cell door. He ran to Izuna and pulled him into a hug. “Please, forgive me, Izuna-kun! Please! I-I should’ve known that you wouldn’t do something like that… I’m so sorry!”
Izuna shook his head and kissed Tobirama’s cheek. “Apologies can wait, but for now, we need to find our brothers.”
Tobirama nodded and stood up. He took Izuna’s hand and ran with him to the outside. Something was seriously wrong with Hashirama, and if he could do such horrid things to Madara, who knows what he was capable of.
They had to stop Hashirama and find out what was wrong with him before it was too late.
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