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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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  Madara stared out of Naruto’s apartment window at the Hokage faces. He couldn’t stop staring at Hashirama despite the fact that it was only causing him a painful feeling in his heart. He couldn’t understand what the feeling was, but it was bothering him to no end.
“Should I talk to Tsunade…?” Madara whispered to himself. He sighed, not wanting to go near her – she was the great-granddaughter of Hashirama, after all. “Hmm… Otouto? What should I do?”
It was silent for a few seconds before Madara nodded, as if someone had replied to him. “Alright, Izuna… I’ll talk to her…”
Madara pushed himself to his feet with effort – his body was starting to catch up to his age and he wasn’t as strong or as fast as he used to be. He opened the apartment door and headed towards the Hokage’s tower. While he walked, his stomach rumbled.
“I should eat something…” Madara whispered. He looked around before seeing a dango shop. “Dango…”
Madara entered the shop and ordered a stick of dango. He sat at a table with his head down, thinking as he waited for the man to return with his dango. The worker had headed out the back of the store, claiming that he had run out of one of the ingredients.
It was quiet for a few minutes before footsteps approached Madara. The Uchiha looked up, finding the man standing beside his table and holding out two sticks of dango.
“I only ordered one…” Madara said in a soft tone, confusion showing in his eyes. Why was this man bringing him two?
The man chuckled, smiling. “This one is on the house. Eat up and gather your strength.”
Madara was suspicious but he still accepted the sugary treats. He sniffed them warily before taking a quick lick on one. It seemed normal. He left the shop with his two dango sticks, eating them slowly as he walked to Tsunade’s office.
Madara entered the tower. He walked up the stairs and arrived just a few minutes later before Tsunade’s office door. He knocked quietly before pushing it open.
Tsunade was sitting at her desk, sipping sake as she watched the outside world through her window.
“Tsunade-sama…” Madara bowed reluctantly.
Tsunade raised an eyebrow as she turned to face the Uchiha. “Madara? Why are you here?”
“…” Madara watched Tsunade warily as he chose his words. “…I am here to talk about your great grandfather.”
“Hashirama-san?” Tsunade asked. “…Why?”
Madara flinched at the name before hissing as he scrunched his fists into tight balls.
“Because.” Madara spat out. “I am sick of shouldering what he did to me.”
Realisation dawned on Tsunade’s face. She sat up in all seriousness. “My great grandfather did nothing but love you.”
“How do you know?” Madara demanded. “You weren’t born then! You have no idea --!”
“Madara…” Tsunade’s voice was soothing as she stood up to stand beside the Uchiha. “Many stories are kept handed down in my clan. One of those stories was by Senju Arata. Now, his story had been kept secret until after Hashirama-san had died. Would you like to hear it?”
Madara sighed before nodding – if it could shed some light on the feeling in his heart, than he would listen.
“Good. Now, his story concerns you, Madara. He told his children and wife as a means of bragging, but once he had passed away, his children handed the story down after you had been branded as evil and everything of the sort. I guess that they were trying to make you out to be a demon or something…”
“Just get to the story.” Madara snarled, not in the mood for waiting.
Tsunade nodded. “Arata’s story begins many, many years ago. The beginning goes that this was just before you were going to leave the village shortly after the Hokage had been decided. Arata had cornered you in an area shut off from the rest of the village –“
“He didn’t corner me,” Madara spat, hatred in his eyes. “He waited until I had sat down to cry and then attacked me and forced a blindfold on me before dragging me there!”
Tsunade shook her head. “He said that some rather cruel things had happened to you because of him… I don't want to go into details for your sake, but… As he was hurting you, he said things about Hashirama-san, didn’t he?”
Madara nodded. “He told me what the Senju was really like!”
“No, he didn’t, Madara.” Tsunade explained softly. “The rest of the story goes that he was trying to attack you mentally to make you weaker and more vulnerable than you were right then. So that you’d be such an emotional and mental wreck, you’d hopefully kill yourself so that the Senju didn’t have to deal with you again. Everything that he told you about Hashirama were lies. He made it all up.”
Madara snarled to himself. How could he believe that?! “Then tell me what he said! Go on!”
“He said that Hashirama bragged about using you to make something else jealous, did he not?” Madara nodded. “And that Hashirama was going to kill you because he hated feeling so disgusting after making love to you. That Hashirama was only using you.”
Tears welled up in Madara’s eyes but he refused to let them fall. “So you know that much…”
“Hashirama-san has passed down stories of his own, you know?” Tsunade continued on. “One of those stories was about how heartbroken he was after the battle at the Valley of the End. How much he missed you once you had left the village and how worried he was every day about you. He loved you dearly, Madara. I can tell you for a fact that even though he had gotten married and had children, he never stopped loving you. He still loved you after everything that had happened.”
Madara fell against the wall. All of this information was making him feel suffocated. It… There was no way that Tsunade was lying… He could tell when people were lying, and everything about her – her facial expression, her tone of voice, everything! – it was all genuine!
“H-hashirama…”
“He never once blamed you for anything you did.” Tsunade continued on in a softer tone, reaching out to touch Madara’s shoulder. “He couldn’t have any negative feeling towards you… no matter what…”
Madara’s eyes widened. He burst into tears. Why did Hashirama not say anything at the Valley of the End?! Why?! Wait… Did Hashirama even know that he had been fed those… those lies?!
Everything was happening too fast for Madara. Everything was blurry and his body was burning. He fell forwards and vomited. He cried out as he ached horrible. And then, before he knew it, he fainted.
-XX-
Madara’s eyes opened slowly, but all he could see was white. His body was in agony and he could hear people shouting around him, but he couldn’t understand a word that they were saying.
Madara groaned weakly. He was only slightly aware of a hand on his shoulder, but whatever was touching him he could not see at all.
“Argh…” Madara moaned loudly, trying to move. “Mmm…”
“-Ara.”
Who was that?
“-ld on! …soned! …Ruto… ere…”
Madara whimpered as he convulsed. He couldn’t understand – the noise kept fading in and out. He blinked a few times, desperate to see something. All he felt like doing was throwing up. His chest hurt horribly and he couldn’t breathe properly. It felt like his heart was going to explode.
Madara noticed one noise out of everything. A high beeping noise. It was beeping rapidly. He could hear the voices again now. They sounded clearer than before.
“We’re losing him!” The voice shouted.
Madara cried out, unable to breathe. The white that was all he could see soon turned to black. Everything was silent once again. The beeping that Madara heard had turned into one long continuous beep. The voice he had heard gasped.
“…We’ve lost him… Tsunade-sama…”
-XX-
Madara looked around him. The white had turned black, but a figure could be seen approaching from the distance. He unconsciously shrunk backwards.
Madara wasn’t sure what he should do. What if he were going to be attacked? His chakra had been sealed and everything hurt so much.
The figure had come close enough for Madara to make out some features. They had long, black spiky hair that was tied back into a ponytail. They had what appeared to be black eyes.
“Long time, no see…” The figure had stepped close enough for Madara to recognise the person. Madara gasped. “…Aniki.”
“…I…” Madara felt his eyes fill with tears. “…Izuna…”
Izuna smiled brightly. He jumped forwards and hugged his big brother. “I’ve missed you, aniki.”
Madara smiled and hugged back, not wanting to let go. He was reluctant to pull his arms back, and he reached out to stroke his brother’s cheek.
“You have your eyes.” Madara sated, letting tears spill over at this. “I’m so happy.”
Izuna smiled again. “Yep! I can see perfectly, too! I can see that my eyes have served you well, aniki.”
“They have.” Madara smiled. It was then that he realised something was up – Izuna had been dead for a very long time. “…Hey, otouto… Where am I?”
Izuna shrugged. “We aren’t anywhere, really. I don’t know how to explain it.”
“I don’t understand why I’m here.” Madara frowned.
Izuna smiled sadly. “You’re dead, nii-san…”
Madara’s tears of happiness turned into tears of sorrow at this. “But… Naruto…”
Izuna smiled and grabbed Madara’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, nii-san – you will see him again. It’s not your time yet. You still have to make my dying wish come true, remember?”
Madara smiled weakly as he wiped at his tears. “I tried my best, otouto. I almost died…”
“I know.” Izuna grinned. “I saw. But that’s not how I wanted peace, nii-san.”
Madara tilted his head in confusion. “…Not… how you wanted… But--!”
Izuna’s grin widened. He placed a finger on Madara’s lips to silence him. “Aniki, I know you’ll understand. Naruto wants the same as I do. Trust in him and you’ll make my wish come true. I love you so much, nii-san.”
Madara nodded, wiping at his tears again. He couldn’t help but smile. “You know about Naruto-kun?”
Izuna smiled and hugged his brother. “Yup! I’m so glad that you’ve found someone for you! Believe me, nii-san – Naruto is the one for you. Trust me with this.”
Madara grinned in return. “I would trust you with my life, otouto…”
“Yes… I have to go, aniki… Madara-nii… I'm going to miss you so much…”
Madara cried yet again, reaching out to hug Izuna, desperate for him to stay. “No…! Don't leave, otouto! Stay! Izuna…”
Izuna begun to cry as well. “Madara-nii! I’ll miss you! I love you, Madara-nii! Please, don't forget what I said! You have my eyes! You must use them for peace! Naruto! You have to trust him!”
“I will, Izuna! I love him with all my heart! I couldn’t bear to hurt him!”
“That’s why you have to go back.” Izuna explained sadly. “Don't forget about me, Mada-nii… But you can’t leave Naruto alone! He needs you, too! Don't let him feel what you felt when I died! I love you!”
“I love you, too!” Madara sobbed violently as the image of Izuna begun to fade. “No! Otouto! You can’t leave again! Stay! Izuna!”
But Izuna was gone.
-XX-
Madara’s eyes opened once again. He begun gasping for breath and sat up quickly. He started Tsunade and several of the other nurses in the room with him in the process.
“Madara…!” Tsunade was shocked. “…Madara, you were dead!”
Madara felt tears come to his eyes again, but a smile was on his face. “I know… I met Izuna… I talked to him, and… And I’m not finished just yet. I still have to fulfil Izuna’s wish. I can’t let my brother down… Nor could I hurt Naruto by leaving him so suddenly.”
A/N That was so clichéd! But I just had to put it in and seeing as I'm so tired I couldn’t have been stuffed thinking of something original. I hope it was as sad as I intended it to be.
Oh, in case you’re wondering; that dango shop person had poisoned Madara. That’s why he went out the back.
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