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So I'm Fake Now, It's Your Fault	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4116 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-So I'm Fake Now, It's Your Fault
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Madara screamed in agony as he was forced into things he wanted no part in. Not only was the pain in his backside unbearable, but the actions that were being forced upon his body was absolute murder given his current state.
“Stop!” Madara was screaming. “Stop!”
Madara whimpered and screamed out when he felt the man release inside of him. All that he wanted to do was to break down into tears. Why was everyone raping him? Why? What had he done to deserve such treatment?
“Madara-chan!”
Madara flinched and tensed when he heard Hashirama call out his name – had the Senju planned this one out, too? He only cried harder at the thought, tensing impossibly hard. He heard a lot of noise – sounding somewhat like a scuffle – before the man’s scream of pain. It was silent after that – not one noise to be heard.
Or, at least, that was until footsteps begun approaching Madara only moments later.
Madara screamed in terror as a hand was placed upon his quivering body.
“Shh, ‘Dara-chan…” Hashirama soothed, looking over the Uchiha’s naked, violated body. “I’m here now… I’m so sorry that I couldn’t get here in time…”
Madara whimpered and chanced a glance up at the Senju’s face. He nearly had a heart attack when he saw that Hashirama was crying. He turned away, crying himself – he wasn’t going to fall for this trick! Hashirama only wanted him to let his guard down!
As much as Madara didn’t want to, he was too weak to do anything other than lay in Hashirama’s arms.
Hashirama, however, was just relieved that Madara was okay – in his eyes. He watched the Uchiha for several seconds before feeling the need to give Madara some decency. He reached out and grabbed the hospital gown that had been discarded carelessly by them.
“Let’s put this back on.” Hashirama whispered, placing the gown back onto Madara’s frail body. Madara tried to resist – for one reason or another. “Shh… It’s okay…”
Madara quickly gave up on resisting and allowed the Senju to pick him up and carry him away next. All he wanted to do was sleep, but he couldn’t – he was too terrified of Hashirama to sleep.
-XX-
Izuna couldn’t stop crying as he ran alongside Tobirama in an attempt to find their brothers – he felt like this was all his fault for having asked Hashirama for help.
“Izuna, stop crying!” Tobirama snapped. “Crying won’t do anything!”
“Your brother wasn’t raped and bashed!” Izuna sobbed back, hurt by the Senju’s lack of support.
“No, he wasn’t! But he was the one who did that to your brother! I’m the one who should be crying!”
Izuna was silent, but he knew that Tobirama was right – he was just acting selfish right now.
“…I’m sorry, Tobi…” Izuna mumbled. “…I’m so sorry…”
Tobirama sighed.
“It’s fine.” The Senju reassured. “We just have to worry about finding our brothers – not apologising. Focus, Izu.”
Izuna nodded and wiped away his tears. They ran to find the two elders desperately – who knew what would be happening if Hashirama found Madara first.
There was silence between the two and then, not even ten minutes later, they found Hashirama slumped against a tree, holding a body and crying heavily.
“Aniki!” Tobirama hurried to his brother’s side, concerned about the entire picture. “Nii-san, what’s wrong?!”
Hashirama looked up at his brother, tears staining his face. He gestured to the person in his arms.
Tobirama looked closer, and he immediately recognised Madara’s long, spikey hair.
“I…” Hashirama sobbed, pulling the body closer to him. “…Madara-chan kept telling me that he hated me… So I…”
Hashirama trailed off, crying harder.
“What did you do to my brother?!” Izuna screamed, having arrived by Tobirama’s side and hearing the conversation.
Hashirama looked at the unmoving body in his arms. “…I… I strangled him… He’s not moving…”
Izuna screamed and tried to pull Madara away from Hashirama, but the Senju refused to let go.
“Give me my brother!” Izuna screamed amongst his tears.
“No!” Hashirama shouted back. “He’s mine!”
“He’s hurt!”
“No!” Hashirama kicked Izuna away, clutching Madara to his chest like a lifeline. “You’ll take him away from me!”
“Aniki…” Tobirama approached his brother carefully. “Aniki, Madara is very sick… If we don’t take him to a hospital, he’ll die…”
If he’s not already dead… The younger Senju thought to himself.
Hashirama sobbed louder, shaking his head.
It was now that Tobirama realised that Hashirama was very sick himself – not physically, but mentally. How could he have not noticed his brother slipping off the deep end…?
“Aniki…” Tobirama said in a gentle tone, pulling his brother into a tight hug. “…Please… You’re sick, too, nii-san… So very sick…”
Hashirama shook his head again.
Tobirama glanced over at the crying-Izuna – if anything more happened to Madara, the boy would be heartbroken. That’s why – without warning – Tobirama attacked his brother. He had managed to get Hashirama to drop the Uchiha after aiming a kick at his brother’s groin, and he watched as Izuna leapt forward, grabbing Madara and carrying him away to safety.
“Nii-san, you’re so sick!” Tobirama sobbed. “You need help!”
Hashirama fought against his brother, screaming for Madara. He was in a state that Tobirama had never seen his brother in before – and Hashirama was about to do something that no one would’ve ever dreamed that he was capable of doing – he stabbed his brother in the chest and stomach multiple times before running off after Madara, not caring to check if his brother was still breathing or not.
-XX-
Izuna had been horrified – Madara wasn’t breathing. He had rushed his brother to the hospital, demanding that if the older Uchiha survived the ordeal, no one under any circumstances, was to see Madara unless it was Izuna himself.
The doctors had agreed, albeit in confusion – they didn’t have the authority to argue with Izuna, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t question his motives.
Madara had been rushed away on a stretcher, leaving Izuna out in the waiting room, crying hysterically. He was absolutely terrified – what if Madara didn’t make it…?
-XX-
It took hours before someone had come out to tell Izuna about Madara’s condition, but when they did, Izuna could see the concern on his face. He jumped to his feet, closing the distance between him and the doctor.
“My brother!” Izuna sobbed. “My brother!”
“Uchiha-san…” The doctor looked uncertain. “…I don’t think that your brother is in any state to be left alone right now…”
Izuna couldn’t help but let out a loud sob. “Why…?”
“…Your brother is in a very fragile state right now… I think that you should see him…”
Izuna rubbed at his sore eyes and nodded. “Okay…”
Izuna followed the doctor to Madara’s room. He was heartbroken to see the way that Madara struggled to get away from the nurse, cussing and screaming at her. Izuna knew that if Madara’s body wasn’t so weak, he would resort to physical violence in an attempt to get away.
“Aniki…” Izuna whispered. The second that those black, lifeless eyes turned to Izuna, he knew that his brother was gone.
“I. Hate. You.” Madara snarled, his eyes full of betrayal and hatred. “I hate you, Izuna. I’m going to kill you.”
Izuna only reaction was to drop to the ground and break down.
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