Take Me Away | By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 1893 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Madara’s eyes opened slowly and he cried out in pain. Everything hurt. It hurt so damn much! He couldn’t remember what had happened to him – all he knew was that he had awoken to someone shaking his shoulder and unable to move, no matter how hard he had tried.
“Shh…”
Madara whimpered and tried to turn his head to see who had shushed him, but he couldn’t – his head was being crushed and he could literally feel the pressure of his skull breaking slowly.
“Madara-chan, don’t move…”
“H…” Madara moaned as he recognised the voice. He shook in pain as tears begun to spill down his cheeks and mingle with his blood. “…Hashi… I-ita… Itachi…”
“Madara-chan, it’s okay…” The mystery person who had been identified as Hashirama whispered gently, rubbing what little he could reach of the younger man’s back – the only place that he could touch without causing him pain. “Itachi-kun is fine… An ambulance is on its way… You hit that tree fast, Madara-chan…”
“I-ita…” Madara stuttered, choking on his sobs – the pain hurt so fucking much! “Itach… Itachi…! I-ita! Itac-chi!”
“Madara-chan, I need you to calm down.” Hashirama soothed gently, reaching out to grab the bloodied hand that dangled uselessly. “It’s going to be okay… I promise you that the kids are fine. I swear this on my life, Madara-chan. Izuna is looking after them right now.”
“Otou…” Madara groaned. He tried to move around in the wreck, but he was pinned to where he was. “Otouto…! Izu…!”
Before Hashirama could say another word, the sound of sirens in the distance caught his attention. He was just glad to know that the ambulance was almost here – he was terrified for Madara, but he knew that he needed to be strong.
Within minutes, both the ambulance and police had arrived. The paramedics got straight to work on getting Madara out – Hashirama had already dragged the kidnapper out of the van and tied him up for safety precautions.
Madara didn’t seem to want to be freed, though. He was crying and screaming, trying to shake the paramedics off of him.
When he was finally cut free an hour later, Madara didn’t want anything other than his brother.
Both Izuna and Tobirama were inside the house with that kids, and though Hashirama didn’t want to leave Madara alone, he knew that the Uchiha needed his brother, and only his brother – they were always together during the hard times and it had gotten to the point where only the other Uchiha could comfort and reassure the other that it would be okay. No one else could do that – not even the Senju.
The Senju pulled his mobile phone from his pocket and rang his home phone. He asked for Izuna to come out right away, and he was thankful the when young boy came hurtling towards them moments later.
Madara was terrified as he lay on a stretcher in the back of the ambulance with paramedics rushing all around him. One medic has explained that it was to be expected – Madara had gone into a deep shock.
“Mada-nii!” Izuna cried as he finally arrived at his brother’s side. “Mada-nii, are you okay?!”
“I-izu…!” Madara whimpered, reaching out and grabbing Izuna’s hand, squeezing. It was a good thing –albeit expected – that he would recognise and immediately reach out for his brother, wanting the soothing aura that only Izuna could radiate to his big brother. “Izu!”
“Hashi-san is here.” Izuna said quietly, pulling Hashirama forward so that Madara could see him. It was obvious that Izuna was stressed – the poor thing was unable to hold back his tears, even for his brother’s sake. “Hashi-san has been looking after you for me… I’m sorry that I just arrived, aniki… I love you… And Hashi-san does, too…”
“H-hashi… rama…!” Madara whimpered, gasping for breath as he struggled to breathe properly.
“Madara, it’s okay…” Hashirama whispered, leading down to stroke Madara’s arm. “It’s going to be okay – I promise.”
Madara couldn’t reply – his breathing had grown too erratic for words to be formed.
“I’m sorry.” One of the paramedics made his way over to the three, a look of concern on his face. “We’re going to have to take him to the hospital right away. You are more than welcome to come along, but we can only bring one of you.”
Izuna looked back at his brother, tearing up. He pushed Hashirama forward. “You go, Hashi-san – I’ll bring the kids to the hospital.”
Hashirama nodded. “Okay, Izuna-kun.”
Izuna quickly jumped out of the ambulance, not wanting to delay it any longer. He could only watch as the ambulance sped off, its sirens wailing. Some of the police had made their way over to him, trying to ask him questions about the situation, but all that the Uchiha could do was break down into hysterics – not only because of his brother, but because of memories that were playing through his mind like a movie on repeat.
-XX-
Hours later, Izuna wiped away tears as he parked the car into the hospital car-park. He got out and let the two older boys out of the car while he carefully unstrapped Sasuke and picked him up. He closed the car door behind him and led everyone into the hospital.
The older boys were quiet, understanding that Izuna was distressed, but that fact was also frightening them – Izuna looked so solemn and unhappy.
The older Uchiha had been so playful and happy today – which made the kids happy in turn – but now the young man just couldn’t stop crying again. The boys thought that he was so much more adorable when he was smiling and laughing
Itachi tugged on Izuna’s sleeve as they walked down the deserted hallway that lead to Madara’s room. Izuna stopped to look down at him, wiping at his wet eyes and attempting to smile – but it only came out as a deeper frown.
“What is it, Itachi-kun…?” Izuna said in a soft tone. He had tried to sound… normal for him, but he failed to sound anything other than heartbroken – but let’s be honest here; Izuna almost always sounded like he was about to cry.
“…” Itachi looked down at the ground before speaking, trying to convey his thoughts into words. “…Is it my fault that Madara-oji-san is in hospital…?”
Izuna blinked in surprise. He quickly shook his head. “No way, Itachi-kun. Mada-nii tried to save you when he could have just as easily let you be kidnapped. He loves you too much to do anything other than what he did – knowing my brother, he would’ve gone through hell and back if it meant that you would be safe.”
Itachi sniffed before beginning to cry. “…Madara-oji-san…and you, Izuna-oji-san… are too kind to us… and all we do is… cause you both trouble…”
Izuna shook his head and smiled. “Not at all, Itachi-kun. You’ve never caused us any trouble. We’re your uncles and we love you all very much. Now, please try and be a little quieter, okay? I have a headache…”
Itachi nodded and hugged Izuna before walking again. He took Tobi’s hand and pulled him along.
-XX-
Inside Madara’s hospital room, said man’s head rested on Hashirama’s lap as the older male sat on the bed next to him. It had been several hours after the operation and the Senju had stayed with him for the duration of his stay.
Madara had broken several bones and had many lacerations, and the wound in his shoulder from the bullet had already been infected. The doctors had worked hard on him and were happy to report that he was out of the woods – though he had sustained a serious head injury that would require a lot of care for the next couple of months.
Hashirama was stroking the long, spiky hair that Madara had as he hummed to the younger male. He knew that Madara was still very distraught about Itachi.
“You should go to sleep, Madara-chan.” Hashirama smiled.
Madara grabbed Hashirama’s shirt and clutched it tightly, whimpering. “N-no… I need to… see Itachi-kun first…”
“Madara-chan… You’re exhausted and you need to rest before the morphine wears off and the pain returns. Have a rest, okay?”
Madara shook his head and snuggled in closer to Hashirama. “No… Hashi-sama… Are you gonna leave me alone, too…?”
“No, Madara-chan.” The Senju was very patient with Madara and he smiled gently at him. “Of course not. I’ll stay with you.”
Madara yawned and nodded, curling closer into the taller male as best as he could with both of his arms in casts and slings. Hashirama noted that it didn’t take long for Madara to fall asleep, despite the younger’s struggling to stay awake.
-XX-
The next morning, Madara woke up in serious pain. He cried out, tearing up as he looked around desperately for someone to help him. He jumped in fright when a tiny hand grabbed his own. He looked down to see that Itachi and Tobi were sitting beside the bed with looks of worry on their faces.
“Oji-san?” Itachi called as he gripped his uncle’s hand tighter. “Are you okay?”
Madara blinked and looked around – why were the kids the only ones with him? “Where are Izuna and Hashirama?”
“Sasuke was crying, so they took him out to get a bottle.” Tobi said quietly, reaching out to take his father’s hand as well. “Izuna-oji-san came, and Hashi-san stayed the night. Tobirama-san came, too.”
Madara smiled as he registered the words in his mind. “Why are you two here with me and not with them?”
“Tobi and I wanted to stay with you in case you woke up…” Itachi whispered. “Are you hurting, oji-san?”
Madara grunted as he shifted. He rolled onto his side as he attempted to find a less-painful position than lying on his back. He shook his head, trying not to seem weak in front of the boys. “I’m fine…”
“Oji-san?” Itachi whispered. “…I know that you would’ve only done what you had for me… if you truly loved me… I… I love you, too, Madara-oji-san… Thank you…”
Madara grinned. “You’re welcome, Itachi-kun. I would do it again if it were to protect you or your family.”
Tobi smiled and reached out to hug Madara. “Tou-san… T-tobi… Tobi love tou-san, too…”
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