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I'll Save Your Life	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2903 -:- 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-I'll Save Your Life
- 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
- 6
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"Aniki…?" Izuna had just woken up from his nap, and he was absolutely terrified - had everything been a dream? Was his brother really here with him once again? Or was he still stuck in that horrible house that haunted his dreams at night?
"Shh, otouto…"
Izuna jumped at the voice before realising that he was snuggling in close to a warm body – why had he only just realised that now?
"Mada-nii…?" Izuna whispered, not able to believe that he was really with his brother.
"I'm still here. Hush now." Madara held his brother tighter, resting his face in Izuna's oily hair.
"Mada-nii…" Izuna clutched onto his brother's arm tightly - desperately. It was like he was scared that if he let go of his brother, Madara would disappear forever.
"It's okay, Izu," Madara whispered, rocking his brother in a soothing manner. "The chef is making you some lunch. I was going to wake you up in a few minutes anyway."
"…Chef?" Izuna sounded like he was in doubt.
"Yes, chef." Madara confirmed. "Hashirama-sama is rich."
Izuna smiled and tightened his grip on Madara's arm, comforted by his brother's mere presence – his voice was just a bonus in Izuna's opinion. "Is Hashi-san… nice? He was nice to me when I first met him, but…"
"He's very nice, Izuna. I've never met someone so kind. His brother is an asshole, though…"
Izuna frowned and nuzzled in closer to his brother, suddenly afraid. What if this brother was like… like Izuna's… foster man? Izuna would never call that man a father – he was a monster!
"…Will you keep him away from me, Mada-nii?" Izuna's voice was barely above a whisper in his timid state.
"Of course I will, otouto. I won't let anyone hurt you again - I swear on my life."
Right at that moment, Tobirama had entered the dining room. He took one look to the two Uchiha seated at the dining table and his calm expression changed into one of disgust.
"Oh…" He sneered, glaring at Madara. "…You're here…"
Madara hissed and growled hatefully as he met the Senju's gaze.
"Stay away from my brother, fuckface." With that said he had pulled Izuna closer to him. "I won't let you hurt him."
"I don't want to hurt him, you nasty little bastard." Tobirama spat, hatred in his voice. He frowned when he heard Izuna whimper and begin to cry. "…What's your brother's name, you stupid piece of shit?"
"Izuna." Madara spat back, clutching at his brother protectively. "Come near him and I'll rip you to pieces, fucker."
"Why would I want to hurt him?" Tobirama shouted back. "He's already been hurt enough! Do you think I'm some insensitive prick who gets off hurting others! Just because I hate you doesn't mean I hate your brother!"
"Yes, you do!" Madara screamed, placing Izuna on the ground and getting to his feet. He stood in front of Izuna, clutching the younger boy's hand. "You hate me and I bet you want to get rid of Izuna, too! You've tried to get rid of me so many times, so why would it be any different with my otouto!"
"What is going on?" Hashirama had entered the room at Madara's screaming, and the hurt on his face was obvious. It was not only in his voice, but in his eyes, too. "Tobi, I thought I told you to be kind and give Madara-kun a go. Madara-kun, is everything okay?"
"Everything is fine." Madara growled, beginning to shake. "At least, it will be once you get rid of your faggot brother."
"Madara, please don't call my brother a faggot." Hashirama said sadly. "I know that he can be a real pain at times, but I still don't appreciate you calling him names. Tobi, that goes the same for you. I thought you promised me to give Madara-kun a chance."
"But, nii-san…" Tobirama said softly, frowning. "He started it!"
"Tobi, you're twenty-three…" Hashirama sighed. "You're not a child anymore. How did this start?"
"He wants to hurt Izuna!" Madara exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at Tobirama. "I know he does!"
"Honey, did Tobi say anything?" Hashirama asked wearily. "Anything suggesting that he wanted to hurt your otouto?"
"Well…" Madara bit his lip. "…No…"
"Tobirama, what did you say?" Hashirama lowered his gaze, slumping over into the closest chair; the constant mediating was really beginning to exhaust him. "Did you threaten Izuna-kun in any way?"
"No, I didn't." Tobirama said, loathing in his voice. "That little shit seems to think that I will, no matter how much I tell him I won't harm his brother."
Hashirama sighed once again. "Madara-kun, I know that Tobi doesn't like you, and I apologise sincerely for that, but he wouldn't harm your brother - I promise."
Madara looked at his brother and held him tightly, hurt to hear Izuna's sobs. He was angry at the way Izuna was clinging to him in fear, and he knew that it was because of the stupid Senju's fault. Oh, how he loathed Tobirama…
"Young master." The cook soon enough arrived in the dining room, holding a plate of food in his hands. He smiled at Madara as he placed the dish down in front of the two Uchiha. "Here is the food you requested."
Madara took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "Thank you. Izuna, your lunch is here."
Izuna whimpered and shook his head. "N-nii-san… I… I want to be alone with you… The others are scaring me…"
Madara growled and glared at Tobirama. "Did you hear that? You're scaring my brother! Go away and leave us alone, you big cockwhore!"
"Why, you little –"
"Go hump a doorknob, Senju!"
"…"
"Nii-san…" Izuna tugged at Madara's sleeve, hiding his face in Madara's chest and trying to crush his body against his brother's. "…Please…"
"Izuna-kun, I apologise deeply for my brother's actions." Hashirama said gently. "I know he can seem… overwhelming at times, but he's harmless. He won't hurt you, okay? I promise I'll reprimand him if he does. You can trust me."
"This is Hashirama-san, otouto." Madara said softly, holding his brother tightly. "He'll help me take care of you. He's very kind and gentle. Complete opposite of his idiotic brother."
"You little snot," Tobirama hissed. "I fucking hate you."
"Enough, Tobi." Hashirama sighed heavily. "I've had enough of this. Please, just leave Madara-kun and his brother alone, okay? They've had it hard enough without you adding to the mix."
"What do I ever do?" Tobirama cried, turning accusing eyes to his brother.
"You're there, Tobi. That's usually enough."
Tobirama sighed and glared at his brother before turning to leave the dining room. "I can't believe you'd side with that thing over your own brother…"
Hashirama chose not to reply and instead waited for his brother to leave the room before he approached the two younger Uchiha. He pulled a chair out and sat down next to them. He smiled and reached out, petting Izuna's head gently.
"I can't apologise enough for my brother." Hashirama said softly. "He doesn't do it to be a total jerk, but he just worries too much. I'm so sorry if he scared you, Izuna-kun."
Izuna shook his head and clutched his brother, trembling. "H-hashi-sama…"
"Just call me Hashirama, okay, Izuna-kun?" Hashirama smiled. "I know that once Tobi settles down and gets used to you two he'll be much more tolerable, but until then, you've got your aniki to look out for you, right? He loves you so much."
"…Nii-san…" Izuna said quietly, nuzzling in close. He wasn't trying to ignore the Senju – he just didn't know how to reply to that. "…Will you… help me eat, aniki? And then… can you help me have bath, please?"
Madara smiled weakly and hugged his brother. "Of course I can, otouto. I love you dearly, and I hate to see you like this. …May I ask a question…?"
Izuna nodded. "Yes…"
"…What… what happened to your eyes…?"
Izuna gulped, tears spilling down his cheeks in rapid succession. "…My… my foster… man… ripped them out…"
Madara gasped and teared up. Hashirama shook his head, feeling his heart clench painfully.
"…Why…?" Madara whispered, sounding so lost.
"…He said… he said I was a… a bad boy… but… I didn't… I didn't do anything, aniki… He… he kept touching me, and… I didn't like it… He said I was a bad boy for not letting him touch my… my area…"
"Izuna, that's bullshit!" Madara snapped in distress. "He's the bad person; not you! He should never touch you down there, Izuna! You're a good boy for trying to stop him!"
Izuna let out a strangled sob and held his brother tighter. "…I… I feel dirty, nii-san… So, so dirty…"
"Izuna…"
Hashirama wiped at a stray tear that had fallen down his cheek and stood up, extending a hand to Madara. Madara took it and the Senju helped him to his feet.
"He needs a big rest, honey." Hashirama explained. "Take him upstairs into our bedroom and I'll bring up his lunch. It'll be harder for him because he's not used to us or this place. You're going to have to be patient with him, okay?"
Madara nodded, holding his crying brother and carrying him away to the bedroom.
Hashirama sighed and grabbed the plate that held Izuna's lunch. So Izuna had been molested, and possibly raped, by his foster father? Madara was a prostitute because his own parents had sold him for more money? Oh, those poor boys…
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