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Can Trust Be Repaired, Aniki?	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2847 -:- 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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- 1-Can Trust Be Repaired, Aniki?
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  “Nii-san…”
Tobirama’s eyes opened at Izuna’s frightened voice a bit past midnight that same night.
“Don't…”
Tobirama tried to sit up, but Izuna was clutching to him desperately, leaning on his chest and weighing him down.
“Izuna…” Tobirama whispered, shaking the Uchiha’s shoulder. “Wake up… It’s just a dream, Izu-kun… It’s okay…”
“T-tobi…” Izuna whimpered, still fast asleep. “T-tobi, h-help me… P-please…”
“Izuna, wake up. Shh… It’s going to be okay. Shh…”
Izuna’s eyes snapped open in terror. The second he saw Tobirama, he cuddled in close, sobbing softly into the elder’s chest.
Tobirama wrapped his arms around the sobbing boy, hatred brewing worse than ever inside of him at Madara for making the black-haired male’s beautiful brother so scared and unhappy.
“Please, don’t cry, Izuna.” Tobirama said gently. He tried his best to calm Izuna down, rocking him. “It’s going to be okay. I’m here.”
Nothing that Tobirama said seemed to have any effect on the younger Uchiha. He felt so helpless as he watched Izuna cry himself back into an uneasy sleep.
-XX-
Madara lay away beside Hashirama in said Senju’s bedroom for who knows how long. He could hear Izuna crying in the room beside his and it hurt him so much to know that he was the reason why Izuna was so upset.
“Otouto…” Madara whimpered, wiping at his wet eyes. “…Otouto…”
“Mmm…”
Madara looked over at the Senju to see that he was beginning to stir. “Madara-chan…? What’s wrong…?”
Madara shook his head and reached out, stroking Hashirama’s arm. “Nothing… Go back to sleep, Senju.”
Hashirama nodded. He cuddled in closer to Madara before falling back asleep.
Madara was left alone with his thoughts once again. What was he going to do about his brother? He wished that things had never changed between them, but he knew that it was his fault that things had.
Madara knew that it had happened because he had been drunk while trying to escape from his problems. Despite what had happened last time he had been drunk, he needed another drink. He just couldn’t live like this.
Madara leant over and kissed his boyfriend before sitting up and slipping out of the bed. He walked to the bedroom door, taking one last look at Hashirama. He was gone within seconds.
-XX-
The next morning, Izuna awoke with a loud cry of pain. He sat up, hunching over and holding his burning tummy. Tobirama awoke from beside him. The Senju immediately sat up and rubbed his back.
Tobirama bit his lip when Izuna began to cry. He couldn’t fathom how much pain – both physically and mentally – Izuna was going through.
“Does it hurt?” Tobirama whispered. He reached over and wiped tears from Izuna’s face.
Izuna whimpered and nodded, groaning in pain. “Y-yes…! T-tobi… I-I…!”
Before Izuna could say anything else, the boy let out a loud cry. He pushed himself backwards from the pain and fell off the bed sideways in the process. He lay on the floor, vomiting.
Tobirama jumped off the bed and hurried to the younger’s side. He waited for the Uchiha to stop throwing up before helping him to his feet and pulling him into the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom.
   “I-I’m s-sorry!” Izuna sobbed, stilling holding his stomach while Tobirama sat him on the toilet seat cover.
“It’s okay…” Tobirama muttered, going to the small closet that was tucked away in the corner of the bathroom. He pulled a towel out and walked back to the Uchiha before handing it to him. “Clean yourself up while I take care of that mess, okay?”
Izuna choked on a sob as he nodded. He took the towel and shakily made his way towards the bath. “O-okay…”
Tobirama sighed as he left the bathroom. A knock on the bedroom door only made his temper worsen – who was here to bother him now?
“Tobi, it’s me.” Hashirama’s voice floated through the thin wood. He pushed the door open and stepped inside. “What happened? I could hear you both from my bedroom.”
“Izuna just threw up, is all…” Tobirama murmured. “His belly is hurting him. He’s going to have a bath and clean up.”
“I’ll go and check on him.” Hashirama said, walking to the bathroom.
Madara had just walked back into the house after having been out almost all night drinking. He staggered upstairs, searching for Hashirama. As he passed Tobirama’s bedroom, he stopped and looked in. He smirked when he saw that Tobirama was cleaning something off the ground. He walked unsteadily into the bedroom.
“Fucktard…” Madara called with a slurring voice. “…Where’s your… brother…?”
Tobirama’s eyes narrowed at Madara’s drunken state. He stood up, facing the Uchiha and glared. “You think that I’m going to let you near Izuna or my brother when you’re like this? You’ll probably try and rape Hashi-nii, next!”
“I dun’ need ta rape him…” Madara laughed. His breath smelled strongly of sake. “H-he’ll… fuck me whenever… Whenever I want…”
“Not in this state, I won’t.” Hashirama said from the bathroom doorway. “Go to bed and get some rest, please.”
Madara laughed and stumbled towards Hashirama. He tripped and landed in a heap before the Senju’s feet. He laughed and stood back up, pulling Hashirama into a deep kiss.
Hashirama sighed and gently pried Madara off – he knew how to deal with a drunken Madara, because the Uchiha had been drinking almost every day since he was thirteen and always under his supervision – you learn some things when you’re the only person the Uchiha will drink around.
“Madara-chan, if you don’t have a sleep, I won’t make love to you tonight.” Hashirama said in a gentle, yet stern, voice. “Do you want me to make love to you again?”
“Of course…” Madara slurred, reaching down and fingering the waistband of Hashirama’s pants. “W-we can… We can do it now… Or I could… I could suck you off again…”
“No.” Hashirama took Madara’s hand and pulled him along to their bedroom. “I’ll make love to you tonight if you have a sleep. I’ll stay with you and let you cuddle if it’ll help you fall asleep.”
Madara nodded and kissed Hashirama again. Tobirama winced at the bruising force Madara had assaulted his lips with. He couldn’t imagine how long it had taken Hashirama to get used to it.
Tobirama watched as his brother took the Uchiha from the room. He walked into the bathroom and found Izuna sitting in a warm bath, crying.
“What’s wrong…?” Tobirama asked. He sat down beside the bathtub and ran a soothing hand through the long, midnight-black hair.
“…Nii-san… is drinking again…” Izuna sobbed. “W-what if he…?”
“Izuna, I won’t let him near you!” Tobirama snapped. He didn’t mean to, but his patience for the day was already nearing its end and it wasn’t even breakfast time yet – that was always a bad sign because he didn’t have much control over his anger and Izuna hated to see his moods.
“I-it’s not just me!” Izuna sobbed, wrapping his arms around his chest subconsciously in an attempt to comfort himself. “…It’s you and Hashirama-san, too…!”
“Izuna, Hashi-nii knows how to deal with Madara when he’s drunk, and I doubt that even if Madara does try something – which he probably won’t – it won’t be classed as rape, anyway, okay?”
Izuna still whimpered and hugged himself tighter. “B-but…! W-what about you?!”
“Izuna, do you honestly think that I’d let your brother even attempt to flirt with me? No! Besides, if Madara tried to hurt any of us, Hashi-nii will stop him. Just have faith in him, okay?”
Izuna nodded and wiped at his wet eyes. “…I love you, Tobi…”
“I know, Izuna… I love you, too.”
-XX-
Izuna had curled up on the couch, watching the TV. He was the only one home right now, and he didn’t like it. Thoughts were swimming through his head. Not only were they upsetting and scaring him, but they made him fear for his own life. He was well aware that he was already unstable due to so many years of abuse, but he had never been so overwhelmed by the thought of suicide before.
Usually, Izuna would confide in his brother about these things, but clearly that couldn’t happen now – so who was he supposed to turn to, now? Who would help convince himself that suicide wasn’t the answer?
“…” Izuna couldn’t stop the tears that dripped down his cheeks, the small sobs that escaped his lips. “…Aniki… I miss y-you…”
Izuna wasn’t aware of the front door opening. He continued to cry for his brother. It wasn’t until two steps of footsteps had entered the living room did he realise that he wasn’t alone any longer.
“Izuna…?”
Izuna looked up into his brother’s tear-stained face. He felt his gut clench painfully. So many emotions were warring within him and the mere sight of Madara only confused him greatly.
“…I’m so sorry…”
Izuna just ignored his brother’s words and rolled over onto his side. He cuddled in closer to the back of the couch, not wanting to see or hear his brother at all.
“Izuna-kun…” Hashirama sat on the couch beside the younger Uchiha. He reached out to stroke the younger’s hair. “…Your brother loves you so very much. He knows that what he had done was wrong, and he doesn’t blame you for hating him. He just wishes that things can be better between you both…”
Izuna was silent and made no sign that he cared about Madara’s soft cries. He had every right to hate Madara, and he was determined to make his brother suffer just as much as Izuna was suffering.
“…I hate you…” Izuna muttered out at last. He didn’t say a word when Madara let out an agonised howl and ran from the room.
The only way that things seemed to be changing was for the worse.
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