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History Repeated?	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3447 -:- 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-History Repeated?
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  “You’re rather affectionate today, Madara.” Naruto hugged the Uchiha, pleased as the older male snuggled up against him on the couch.
By now, Madara’s hair had grown back the way that it had been when he was younger. Naruto loved running his hands through the silky mane – which was what the Uzumaki was doing now.
Madara smiled and nuzzled in closer to Naruto. He shrugged. “You’re not complaining…”
“Why would I? I love you!”
Madara chuckled and lay placidly on the couch as Naruto hugged him and played with his hair. It was true – Madara was feeling rather affectionate today, considering that it was yesterday he had gotten those photos back. Maybe he was affectionate because he had already decided that tonight was the night that he was going to kill himself.
“Naruto?” Madara asked in a causal tone as he enjoyed the attention that the younger was lavishing upon him. “Do you think that once you die, you see everyone from your past that has already died?”
Naruto froze – why was Madara asking him something like this? Was he…? Naruto couldn’t help but clutch at the Uchiha tighter than before. “…Why do you ask, Madara…?”
  Madara shrugged again, leaning into the hand that was caressing his cheek. “Just curious about your thoughts on it, I guess…”
Naruto was still suspicious of Madara. He unconsciously hugged the older male to his body as tight as he could. “…I don’t know what happens when you’re dead, Madara…”
“…I was… just interested as to what you would think…”
Naruto, for once in his life, wasn’t fooled – Madara was planning something. He drifted into thoughts of how he could make sure that Madara would be fine, but he soon became so consumed in them that he didn’t notice Madara whining pathetically and wriggling around in his lap.
“Naruto!” Madara pouted. “Why’d you stop playing with my hair? I liked that!”
Naruto couldn’t help but laugh despite the severity of the situation. He had finally found something that Madara like and was not averse to hiding from anyone.
“I’m sorry, Madara.” With that, Naruto’s hand begun to stroke once more through the long mane.
Madara sighed in content and closed his eyes, relaxing completely as soothing hands messed with his precious hair.
It doesn’t matter if I show weakness anymore, Madara thought to himself. I’m about to die, anyway. I might as well make Naruto happy before I go…
And having thought that, Madara was quickly lulled to sleep by the blonde’s hands.
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Madara tossed and turned that night. He was trying not to fall asleep, but he didn’t want Naruto – who seemed bent upon staying awake all night – to see that he wasn’t willing to sleep either. The blonde may be thick, but he could tell that something was wrong.
Naruto had fallen asleep just moments later. Madara thanked whatever gods were out there that the Uzumaki wouldn’t be awake to see what Madara was about to do – he loved the boy and didn’t want to hurt Naruto more than he had to.
Madara quietly slipped out of the bed and out of the room, heading into the bathroom. He grabbed the razorblades from the cabinet and slashed his left wrist. He whimpered quietly at the pain before slashing his right wrist.
“Ahh…” Madara cried out as he collapsed against the wall. He slid down it, staining both the wall and floor with blood. “Naruto… I’m sorry… I do love you… But I’m so tired… I'm too tired to do it anymore… Izuna… Hashirama…”
The same moment Madara fainted from the lack of blood, the bathroom door was opened and Naruto stepped in. He screamed at the sight before him, taking in the razorblade that was still in Madara’s hand and the deep slashes in the Uchiha’s wrists that were gushing blood.
“Someone, help!” Naruto screamed, crying as he ran to Madara. “Somebody! Please! Help!”
-XX-
“What were you thinking, Madara?”
Madara couldn’t look at Naruto – the blonde was in hysterics and hadn’t stopped reminding Madara of what he had almost accomplished. “I thought I had lost you!”
Madara couldn’t reply – how could he say to Naruto that he was angry that he had been saved? How could he tell the thick-headed – yet loving sixteen-year-old that Madara had wanted to die? What hurt the most was that the Uzumaki had seen it.
“…” Madara tried to stop the tears, but it was just too much. He turned his head, hoping to hide the tears, but Naruto wasn’t that stupid.
“Don’t cry, Madara…” Naruto whispered through his own tears, reaching out to stroke Madara’s cheek. “You’re too beautiful to cry…”
“…” Madara didn’t know what to say to that. “…Naruto…”
“Yes?”
“…”
Naruto sighed and at on the edge of the bed, hating how Madara was paler than usual due to the loss of blood. Tsunade had said that if they were a second later, Madara wouldn’t have made it.
Madara accepted that Naruto was feeling hurt and confused over what had just happened and, in a way, he was glad that the blonde was reacting like this – at least he knew that the Uzumaki wasn’t lying when he said that he cared about Madara.
Madara reached down to grip Naruto’s hand. He squeezed it before pulling the Uzumaki onto the bed next to him. The blonde smiled and lay down, snuggling in close. Madara wrapped his bandaged arms around Naruto, hugging him tightly. He didn’t care if the hospital staff came and saw this – he just needed to know that Naruto was there with him.
-XX-
Madara had been released from the hospital after three days, and he couldn’t have been happier. He was sick of the nurses coming in to spit on him or insult him or try and kill him. It was getting old.
The walk back to Naruto’s apartment was a quiet one. Naruto was deep in thought while Madara was just enjoying the views. It was when he saw that did he stop in anger.
“Madara?” Naruto asked, having walked straight into the older man. “What’s wrong?”
“Him!” Madara snarled, pointing up towards the sky.
“Huh?” Naruto looked to where Madara was directing. He was confused to see that the Uchiha was indicating an accusing finger at the Hokage faces. “What? The Hokages? What about them?”
“It’s him!”
“Who?”
“I don’t speak his name now…” Madara hissed, beginning to shake in anger.
Naruto took a wild guess, wanting desperately to know what was bothering the raven. “The First Hokage?”
Madara literally hissed at the title. His hands balled into fists and angry tears leaked down his face.
“What about him?”
“…”
“Madara?”
“He… He betrayed me!” Madara screamed. He slapped at the tears that were showing his weakness. “He made me feel like I was loved and wanted, but he hated me! I hate him!”
“Madara, let’s just get back to my house and we’ll talk about this there…” Naruto was aware of the crowds that were forming around them.
“No.” Madara was so angry he was unconsciously taking it out on Naruto. “No, we will not.”
“Madara, I don’t understand…”
Madara glared at the flock of people who had gathered around to see Madara in his moment of weakness. He didn’t miss the mocking and the hateful sneers on their faces – all he cared about right now was Senju Hashirama. …And Tobirama, to a lesser extent. But mainly Hashirama.
“Look at him – he’s crying!” One of the villagers laughed loud enough for Madara to hear.
“What a freak… Can’t believe that a little cry-baby like him really thought that he could take over the world…”
“Guys, did you hear? He’s fucking the Kyuubi vessel! Hear that it’s rape!”
“Oh, my god! He has got to go! I can’t believe that the First Hokage actually wanted to build this village with him!”
“Hashirama-sama must be turning in his grave!”
At the mention of the Senju’s name, Madara snapped. With an angry scream, he threw himself into the now-scattering crowd. He grabbed whoever he could and punched them in the face. Sadly, it was a young girl – no older than ten.
The girl screeched and cried whilst the villagers watched in absolute horror as Madara pounded away at the child’s face. Madara himself was screaming in anger and pain as tears rushed in rivers down his face.
“Madara, no!” Naruto tried to pull Madara away from the child, but the Uchiha was so blinded by hatred and anger, genuinely could not understand what he was doing or who was touching him. In Madara’s mind, it was a Senju – trying to rape him again.
Madara elbowed Naruto in the face and broke the Jinchuuriki’s nose. Naruto let out a strangled cry as he broke away and grabbed at his face.
It was Naruto’s cry of pain that had brought Madara back to reality. When he saw the blood that was coating his hands and the crying girl before him, he realised what he had done. He brought his bloody hands to his mouth in shock. No matter what he had done in the past, a child was a child.
“Madara…”
Madara turned at Naruto. His face was frozen in utter horror. His eyes were wide and his mouth was agape.
“Are you okay…?”
What…? Naruto was the one who was hurt and yet – he was asking about Madara?
“Naruto, I…” Madara couldn’t stop the tears that cascaded down his cheeks faster now.
“You monster!” One of the villagers screamed as the girl ran back towards the remaining group.
“Yeah!” Another one shouted. “You don't belong here! You never did! Get out of our village, you freak!”
“We all hate you! You’re nothing but a dirty, manipulative, paedophilic rapist!”
“Certainly not what Konoha is about!”
“How could the First Hokage ever wanted to have you help build the village?! No wonder he attempted to kill you at the Valley of the End!”
Madara was tense as he listened to the endless insults that were thrown his way. He didn’t want to give these assholes the satisfaction of showing just how badly their comments hurt. Instead of retaliating, he turned heel and ran from the horde of people back to Naruto’s apartment.
After throwing the door open just minutes later, Madara rushed into the bedroom. He fell onto the bed and curled up in a ball, crying his heart out. He heard footsteps enter the bedroom about fifteen minutes later.
Madara was aware of Naruto’s weight sinking the bed slightly as the blonde sat down beside him. He lifted his head up and laid it in Naruto’s lap, instead.
Naruto was silent as he stroked Madara’s hair in a soothing manner. He understood how hard it must be for the raven. All he could hope for was Madara to relax enough for them to talk about things.
Soon enough, Madara’s cries and sobs turned into small hiccups. Those hiccups turned into snores as the Uchiha, at last, fell into a restless sleep. Naruto stayed with him, crying silently for the suffering man.
“I won’t give up on you, Madara.” Naruto promised the sleeping form. “Never. I vow to help you. I never go back on my word.”
What Naruto wasn’t aware of was that Madara had been awoken by his first couple of words – the Uchiha had heard everything.
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