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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.

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“Why are you crying, Izuna?” Sasuke asked that night, finding his cousin crying hysterically into his pillow.
Izuna looked up at Sasuke, beckoning for him to come closer. When the boy was within reach, Izuna pulled him into a tight hug, crying into his hair.
“Sasuke…!” Izuna sobbed, tightening his hold. “…Sasuke…!”
“Izuna-kun?”
Izuna looked up at Mikoto’s voice. He saw that the woman was standing in the doorway, uncertainty on her face – or at least that was what it looked like to Izuna with the frown that the Uchiha was wearing.
“Sweetie, what is wrong? You’re always crying. Are you not happy here? Are we not helping you enough? Do you… want to leave…?”
Izuna heard Sasuke let out a little whine and felt the boy cling to him tighter than before. “Are you gonna leave, Izuna…? I don’t want you to go! I want you to stay!”
Izuna’s tears came harder at Sasuke’s words – why would he want Izuna to stick around?
“Sasuke,” Mikoto said gently, fixing sad eyes on the young boy, “please go to your room and let me talk to Izuna-kun alone, okay?”
Sasuke nodded, squeezing Izuna once more before reluctantly leaving the room.
Mikoto sat down next to Izuna, reaching out and pulling the boy onto her lap.
“What is wrong, Izuna-kun?” She asked softly, petting Izuna’s back. “You can tell me anything.”
Izuna’s sobbing only continued to increase and he buried his face in Mikoto’s chest – how could he tell her that he just wanted to die and had even cut his wrists in an attempt?
Mikoto held Izuna tightly, rocking him back and forth. “Shh… It’s about Madara, isn’t it…?”
“…” Izuna nodded hesitantly, tensing in instinct. “…I want Mada-nii…! Aniki!”
“Izuna, sweetness…” Mikoto’s voice sounded strangled. “…Please show me your wrists… I have been so very worried about you… Especially since I am now looking at blood staining your sleeves…”
Izuna whimpered, pulling his wrists closer to his body as he snuggled frantically into Mikoto, desperate for her love and comfort. “…Don’t make me…”
“Please…” Mikoto sobbed, grabbing Izuna’s hand and squeezing tightly. “…I love you, Izuna-kun… You’re my nephew…”
Izuna couldn’t control himself any longer – he tore away his barriers and cried harder than he had ever cried before, lifting his jacket sleeves up and showing his aunt the cuts in his wrists.
“Mikoto-oba-san!” Izuna bawled. “I-I can’t do this anymore! Please! I just want to die! I can’t stand life any longer! Just let me die! Please! No more!”
Mikoto was silent, clutching Izuna tighter than she had ever held her own two children.
“…No…” She finally managed out. “…I won’t let you…”
“Why?!” Izuna moaned. “Just let me die, already! I’m suffering so much, oba-san! So much!”
“Izuna-kun, before you think about being selfish, think of the people who love you!”
“No one loves me!” Izuna whimpered. “No one!”
“I love you…” Mikoto said softly, reaching up to wipe at her own tears. “Sasuke and Itachi love you. And I’d stake my life on saying that Madara loves you, too.”
“Madara hates me!” Izuna wept. “He’s made that perfectly clear!”
“…Why have you held on for so long, Izuna-kun?”
“I don’t know!” Izuna screamed. “I just don’t know! I want to die!”
“Izuna-kun…” Mikoto couldn’t help but break down into an emotional display. “…”
As the two cried together, no one had noticed that Fugaku was standing by the door, disgust on his face as he watched the two embrace.
-XX-
Dinner that night was terrible. Izuna was unable to eat, and to make matters worse, he couldn’t hide his cuts and Sasuke kept asking about them.
While everyone else was trying to keep Sasuke quiet about the injuries, Fugaku only sneered at Izuna.
“You’re such a pathetic little worm, Izuna…” He spat. “You really are Madara’s brother. Madara was such a sick, little bastard when he was a kid. You’re turning out like him.”
“Fugaku!” Mikoto gasped. “Fugaku, there is nothing wrong with Izuna-kun! Madara may have problems, but look at how he was raised! He was bound to become unwell! Izuna-kun has done well to have come out with such minor problems compared to what Madara has come out with!”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Mikoto!” Fugaku shouted at his wife, getting to his feet. “Do you really want someone like Izuna near our children?!”
“Itachi and Sasuke love Izuna-kun!” Mikoto defended. “Izuna would never hurt them – he’s far too loving!”
Sasuke squealed in terror when Fugaku slapped his mother. Itachi only looked down, almost as if he was used to this abuse.
Izuna, however, grew angry – he was reminded instantly of how Madara had treated him, and he couldn’t stand seeing anyone else – especially someone as sweet as Mikoto – treated like he had been.
“Leave her alone!” Izuna shouted, standing up from the table and slamming his hands upon the object. “You say that my brother and I have problems, but so do you! Hitting your own wife! You’re sick!”
“Izuna-kun…” Mikoto whispered, almost as if she was stunned by her nephew’s bold display of courage.
“You open your mouth once more time, Izuna, and I will kill you!” Fugaku yelled. “I hate you so much! Why can’t you just die?!”
“Leave Izuna alone!” Sasuke squealed timidly, tears running down his cheeks. He moved to grab the bottom of Izuna’s shirt, holding it like a lifeline.
Before anyone could see it coming, Fugaku had jumped across the table and grabbed Sasuke by the hair, throwing him onto the ground and kicking into him viciously.
Itachi dived at his father with a loud snarl. Everyone knew that Itachi would give his life to protect his precious baby brother.
Izuna could only watch as Itachi dodged every punch and kick that Fugaku had thrown at him, retaliating with his own, more powerful fighting skills. The young Uchiha could hardly believe that Itachi was kicking his own father’s ass in the fight.
It was all Izuna had seen before he fell into a memory-induced panic attack and fainting just moments after it had begun.
-XX-
Madara sobbed as he curled up in the chair that sat in a corner of the prison’s Psychologist office. As much ‘fun’ as Madara was to the guards, they had to get a psychological evaluation for the upcoming court date.
“Speak to me, Madara.” The psychologist, Hatake Kakashi, spoke. “We need to talk or else you’re never getting out of prison.”
Madara was silent, only focused on his crying.
“Madara…” Kakashi growled. “I’m trying to help you and all you do is cry! At this rate, your brother is going to be all alone! Do you really want that! No one there to look after him?!”
Madara’s eyes widened at the mention of his brother. “…Izu…?”
“Oh, so you’ll talk about your brother, but nothing else?” Kakashi sneered. “I guess that it’s true that you really do hate him – you must only want to talk in a cruel manner about the boy.”
Madara’s eyes narrowed – how dare someone accuse him of hating Izuna?! “…I… have never hated my brother… No matter what I did or said to him…”
Kakashi smirked. He was good at getting people to talk – even if they didn’t realise that that was what he was doing.
“So tell me why you act like you hate him if it’s quite the opposite, Madara.”
“…My otouto is all I have… If I lost him… I don’t know what I would do… I’m terrified of losing him…”
“Did you get into drugs and alcohol because of this fear?”
Madara shook his head. “No… I… I caused a car crash, and… killed my best friend and his brother…”
“How old were you, Madara?”
“…Thirteen…”
Kakashi’s eyes widened in surprise. “What were you doing behind a wheel at only thirteen?”
Madara’s eyes filled with tears. “…Izuna wanted to go to a friend’s house, and… I asked my friend if I could drive… He didn’t want me to, but… I begged… H-he gave in… and I was too excited to listen to my friend… He kept telling me to slow down and stop being so reckless, but… I didn’t care…”
Kakashi noticed that way that Madara’s shoulders heaved in distress, and he couldn’t help but feel sorry for the Uchiha.
“…Hashirama started to shout at me to stop… Izuna was screaming, and… Tobirama was holding Izuna… Hashirama grabbed the wheel… There was a truck coming… It would have hit head-on, but… Hashirama had moved the car out of the way and I was startled… I lost control… and smashed the car into a tree…”
Madara had to stop for a few minutes to finish crying, and Kakashi was patient with him.
“…Tobirama died on impact, but the ambulance arrived and took Hashirama away… The doctors had said that the impact Tobirama’s death had on him was what had killed him…”
“And how old were those two?”
“Hashirama was twenty… His brother was my age…”
Kakashi nodded and scribbled down everything. “As you do, it’s completely normal to blame yourself for these things. You couldn’t cope with the guild so you turned to whatever could numb your pain. Am I right?”
Madara nodded. “…”
“You’re depressed.” Kakashi stated. “You don’t realise it, but you are. You cry a lot, don’t you?”
Madara nodded. “…Whenever Izuna isn’t around…”
Madara just closed his eyes and wished for his life to end already.
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