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Take Me Away	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 1893 -:- 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-Take Me Away
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
- 29-29
- 30-30
- 31-31
- 5
- 6
- 7
  A/N I know this is moving along slowly, but there is something I have to get to before I can skip ahead a few years. Timeskip will be about chapter ten.
Madara groaned in annoyance as someone grabbed his shoulder and shook him awake yet again – didn’t they understand how utterly exhausted he was? Someone standing above him chuckled and shook his shoulder again. He could swear that they were doing it just to annoy him.
“Wake up, Madara-chan.”
   Madara grunted at the familiar voice but still didn’t open his eyes – right now, the person trying to wake him up could go to hell.
“You wouldn’t want to sleep through my visit now, would you?”
Madara grunted again and opened his eyes reluctantly. He looked up to find Senju Hashirama kneeling next to him, holding Sasuke in one arm with the other extended towards the long-haired male’s body.
Hashirama smiled warmly at his friend and grabbed the Uchiha’s hand, pulling Madara to his feet.
“Senju...” Madara greeted tiredly, wanting to go back to sleep. He leant forwards and – just like he had done with Izuna – rested his head on Hashirama’s shoulder, slumping over the older m an.
Hashirama chuckled and rubbed the Uchiha’s back. “Still tired, Madara-chan? Come on; get up – I have to show you how to take care of these kids, right?”
Madara nodded and took a few moments before pulling away from Hashirama and swaying in exhaustion. He looked over at the boys who were hiding behind Izuna and he smiled brightly.
“Guess which boy is mine.” Madara said proudly as he folded his arms across his chest.
Hashirama smiled and looked over at the two children for just a few moments before turning back to Madara. “The one with the spiky hair, right? He looks just like you did when you were four.”
Madara nodded, his tired eyes now shining with happiness. “That’s my Tobi-kun.”
Madara’s chest was puffed out in pride, and Hashirama was just happy to see that the Uchiha loved these kids already.
“The baby looks almost exactly like Izuna.” Tobirama pointed out, smiling at the baby. “Don’t you think, nii-san?”
“I do.” Hashirama said softly, looking down at the baby in his arms. “He’s a very cute baby. And both of the older boys are beautiful.”
Madara grinned and hugged Hashirama, unable to think of doing anything else to show his gratitude. “Thank you, Senju… You don’t know how much that means to me… And Izuna, too, I’m sure…”
Hashirama smiled and hugged his friend back with one arm. “Come, now – enough wasting time – I’ll teach you how to make Sasuke’s bottles.”
With that, Hashirama led the others away into the kitchen. The two Senju spent the entire day teaching Madara about looking after kids properly – with Izuna helping out every now and then, his deep love for children so much more apparent.
    -XX-
Night-time had arrived. Madara was preparing dinner for everyone – the two Senju were staying for dinner before returning to their own home. The kids were sitting quietly out in the living room, watching television.
Conversation was quiet between the four adults but, soon enough, a sensitive topic was encroached upon – though it probably couldn’t have been avoided for very long anyway, knowing the two Senju.
“Are you going to be able to afford the kids financially?” Tobirama asked Madara as he nursed Sasuke in his lap, holding a bottle to the baby’s mouth. “You two barely survive, yourselves, and now…”
Madara looked down at the ground as he tensed. Izuna frowned, not wanting to talk about such a thing just yet. It only made them both feel like bad guardians for bringing three kids into a home that was already struggling.
“…” Madara sighed before replying, placing the knife that he had been using to cut vegetables with down onto the counter. “…We’ll manage…”
“But you’re going to have to cut back on work.” Tobirama pointed out. He honestly didn’t intend on sounding like an ass – he was only worried about the children. “Someone has to be home to look after he kids. You’re going to get less income and things are going to be so much harder! Are you sure that you can handle this?”
“Tobi…” Izuna reached out over the table and grabbed his friend’s hand. “…Please… We’ll get through this, okay? …I'm sure that we will… Mada-nii always takes care of me, no matter how hard it is… He can do this… I believe in my nii-san…”
Madara turned around and placed a hand on Izuna’s shoulder. He squeezed in a reassuring manner. He nodded, wanting to agree with his brother, but it was hard when he didn’t believe in himself.
“We’ll be fine.” Madara whispered, but the doubt was obvious in his voice. “We’ve gone through hard times before, and we’ve been okay… Things may still be hard now, but we’ll get through…”
Hashirama stood up and went to Madara’s side, hugging the younger male. “Madara-chan, you know that if anything ever gets too hard, we’re always here for anything – even money.”
Madara hugged back before shaking his head. “No, it’s okay… We couldn’t take your money, Senju… You know that I hate doing that…”
“It’s always there for when you need it, okay?” Hashirama was persistent, not wanting to hear Madara refuse – he loved Madara and Izuna dearly and wanted to do all that he could to help out.
Madara smiled slightly – knowing that Hashirama wouldn’t take no for an answer. “Thank you… Only as a last resort, okay?”
“Of course…” Hashirama hugged tighter at these words, knowing that Madara was trying to be respectful of his wishes without saying no outright.
The conversation’s topic was changed almost immediately and dinner was served just minutes later by Madara. Izuna went and brought the kids into the dining room, seating them at the table while Madara dished everything up onto the plates in front of everyone happily – despite his gender, he loved cooking very much.
Both Tobi and Itachi were reluctant to eat, but when Madara coaxed them into trying just a little bit, they smiled up at the oldest Uchiha.
“Madara-oji-san is not very good at cooking.” Itachi said quietly, that shy little smile still on his face. “…But I like it.”
“Oh…” Madara frowned before smiling in uncertainty – how was he supposed to take that? “…Thank you, Itachi-kun… I guess…”
The two Senju chuckled softly while Izuna smiled at Madara.
While Itachi was focused on his dinner, Tobi let his gaze wander curiously. He couldn’t help but notice that Madara had given Izuna barely any food while everyone else got a full plate – Izuna had only one strip of meat and a spoonful of both pumpkin and peas – nothing more.
“Tou-san…” Tobi called quietly, avoiding eye-contact.
“Hn?” Madara smiled at his son, trying to encourage the boy to speak.
“…Why…?” Tobi almost whispered as he tried to form his thoughts into words. “…Why does Izuna-oji-san have so little food…? …Don’t you like him…?”
Madara laughed loudly at Tobi’s question, glancing over at his brother and smiling in reassurance.
“Tobi-kun, I love Izuna more than anything else in the world. Believe me when I say that I try and give him more food, but he just won’t eat it. See, Izuna isn’t much of an eater. He won’t touch anything during the day and even at night he barely touches his dinner. I’ve tried to make him eat more but it upsets him. Don’t worry about it, okay? I’ve got it under control. Speaking of which – have you had your medication, Izuna?”
Izuna smiled and nodded. “Yes, aniki.”
Both Tobi and Itachi tilted their heads at this – why did Izuna need medication? Well… he did always look sick, but… Oh, how confusing their new life was already.
-XX-
Dinner had gone well. Hashirama and Tobirama had returned to their own home, leaving the Uchiha alone together.
Madara had currently taken the two boys upstairs into his and Izuna’s shared bedroom to put them to bed – the elder Uchiha didn’t have very much money at all, and they couldn’t afford two beds, so shared one together.
Now that Itachi and Tobi had the bed, the adults were sleeping out in the living room with Sasuke. Sasuke got the only spare blanket to keep him warm while Izuna got the couch and Madara had the bare floor. Unfortunately, it was Winter time – and the tiny house had no warmth whatsoever.
Once Madara had tucked the two boys into bed and kissed Itachi goodnight (Tobi was too scared to let Madara so close to him), he had returned to the living room, finding Izuna sitting on the couch, nursing Sasuke.
“Is Sasuke’s bed all ready, otouto?” Madara asked, sitting down beside his brother.
Izuna nodded, moving closer to his brother so that he was resting against the elder’s side. He laid his head on his brother’s shoulder. “Yes, aniki. I think that we should try and find something else to wrap Sasuke up in, just in case – it’s supposed to be colder tonight than it was last night.”
Madara nodded and wrapped his arms around his brother, resting his head on Izuna’s head. “I’ll find something for him soon. Just let me hold you for a while, Izuna.”
Izuna nodded and snuggled closer. It was quiet for just a few moments before his tentative voice sounded again. “…Aniki…?”
“Yes?” Madara looked down at his brother, frowning at the worry that carved itself across Izuna’s pale, sickly face.
“…Do… do you think that we’ll get by this time…?”
Madara frowned and thought about Izuna’s question before he answered. Unfortunately – or maybe fortunately, depending on how you look at it – neither Madara nor Izuna had noticed Itachi and Tobi hiding by the living room entrance, listening to every word that was being said.
“…I really don’t know, otouto… Tobirama was right – we struggled before we got the boys, and now not only do we need to support three more people, but we need to cut down on our work, and we’re going to miss out on so much money…”
“…I want to quit my job, aniki…” Izuna whispered, sorrow in his face. His eyes welled up with tears as he looked at his brother. “I hate it there… My boss is so nasty to me, and… I barely get any money anyway… I would rather be home with the kids…”
“It’s your choice, Izu.” Madara said softly, running his thumb across Izuna’s cheek and tenderly wiping away the younger’s tears. “I’m not going to force you to stay at your work when I know what goes on there… But promise me that you’ll look for another job, okay? Even if I started working every day, my pay check won’t cover everything…”
“I promise, aniki.” Izuna kissed his brother’s cheek. “…Did we do the right thing by taking the boys in, aniki…? Maybe they would’ve been better off with someone who could afford them… I mean – we can barely afford to survive as it is… Without Tobirama-kun…”
“I know, baby brother… I know…” Madara pulled Izuna into a tighter hold, kissing the boy’s head. “But I think we did do the right thing… The boys need special care, and they could’ve been placed with someone who would… No… They were placed with someone who abused them… We may not be rich, but at least we love them and will care for them. That’s the important thing, otouto…”
Izuna nodded and cuddled in closer to his brother, holding the sleeping Sasuke close to his chest. “…I love you, aniki… I’m so glad that you’re my brother…”
“I love you, too, otouto…” Madara smiled and stroked Izuna’s back. “I hope that you’ll learn to love the boys just as much as you love me, Izuna. I know that I will. Already these boys are so precious to me. I would do anything for them to make them smile – just as I would to see you smile.”
Izuna kissed Madara on the cheek before nodding, a bright smile on his face. “Aniki you know how much I love kids! Of course I will love them! I want to pretend that Sasuke is my son – can I, aniki?”
Madara chuckled. “It’s fine by me – as long as Sasuke doesn’t grow up to believe that you’re his father, okay? I would hate to break his heart by telling him that you’re not.”
Izuna’s smile grew impossibly large and he crushed his brother in a one-armed hug. “Oh, aniki – I love you so much! You’re the best big brother that anyone could have!”
“I know.” Madara said softly, trying to help his brother come down from his happiness-high – Izuna wouldn’t sleep otherwise, and the younger male already had enough trouble sleeping as it was. “Calm down now, Izuna. It’s almost time for bed and we don’t want you up for any longer than you already will be.”
Izuna nodded and released his brother from the hug. “Love you, aniki. Please, go find something to keep Sasuke warm and we’ll cuddle up on the couch together. It’ll be cold otherwise.”
Madara chuckled. He was glad that Izuna was happy for once instead of being so sad. “Okay, otouto. I’ll be back in a moment.”
Madara stood up to leave the room in search of something for Sasuke. He approached the doorway and was startled to hear small feet scurrying away from him and back towards the stairwell. He picked up his speed and found Tobi and Itachi trying to run back up the stairs, but their small legs made it hard for them.
Madara stopped and chuckled at the sight of Itachi trying to pull his cousin up the stairs – backwards – as he stumbled over the steps himself.
“Boys, wait!” Madara called in a soft tone, trying not to frighten the kids any more than they already were. “May I talk with you for a minute?”
The two boys stopped running and turned to face Madara, absolutely terrified – every time they were caught out of bed after lights-out, they would be beaten and yelled at – even if it was because they needed the bathroom. They were afraid that Madara would be the same.
The boys were silent as they avoided eye contact, awaiting their ‘punishment’ for being out of bed.
Madara smiled and ascended the stairs slowly, reaching out and ruffling their hair. “Boys, you aren’t in trouble – I promise. Were you listening to Izuna and I talking?”
The boys nodded warily, shaking. “…”
Madara smiled, relaxing – the two kids should soon realise that they were loved if they were listening to the conversation. “Did you hear everything?”
“…” Another nod.
“Then I guess that you heard us talking about how much we love you three already.”
“…Yes, sir…”
“Boys, we swear that every word that was just spoken is the truth. We both love you so very much and we would do anything to keep you safe and happy. I know that it will be hard for you both to trust us completely, but we’ll still love you – no matter how you act towards us.”
“…”
“You two must be very tired. How about you go to bed, and tomorrow Izuna and I will take you two out into town to buy some new clothes? Does that sound good?”
Itachi smiled and nodded, calming down already – his uncle seemed to have that effect on him. “Yes, oji-san… Night…”
“Goodnight, boys… I love you both so much. Have sweet dreams, okay? Don’t forget – if you need anything – anything at all – just wake Izuna or myself up, okay? Even if it’s very late and for something tiny. Goodnight.”
The kids scampered back into the bedroom, leaving Madara alone of the stairwell.
Madara smiled to himself as he continued his search on finding something for Sasuke. The only thing that he could think about was how much he loved his kids and couldn’t wait for them to become used to he and Izuna – if they ever did.
Madara hoped that they would be able to trust and love Izuna too, as the boy was so depressed and wanted nothing more than children of his own to love and dote upon. They could help Izuna heal if only they would give him a chance, and he knew for a fact that Izuna would be able to help them heal too.
Izuna was a selfless, loving person and he would do everything that he could to love and care for the kids. Because of this, Madara loved his brother more than ever.
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