Hakai

PAIRINGS: Itachi/Sasuke, Hashirama/ Madara

Summary:ItaSasu HashiMada, The mind is an easy thing to break, the body even more. Metal illness plays its game within Madara and Sasuke's mind, and the abuse going on in a place where they should be helping isn't helping recovery. What will the brothers and an unlikely stranger do to get Madara the help he needs and make sure Sasuke doesn't experience the same fate his uncle had?

DISCLAIMER: We do not own Naruto or any of the characters and we make no money off of this.

WARNINGS: Yaoi (if you don't like, gtfo). Smut in later chapters. Possible dark themes. Mentions of rape and self harm. Incest. Most likely, will contain swearing at some point, and violence. Characters possibly OOC.

NOTES: If the warnings did not scare you off, this is not going to be a happy-sappy-wappy fluffy wuffy ficcie. There will be angst and horror, as the two of us are suckers for that shiz. But we also most likely will throw in some sugary fluff and cuddling.

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"You're presence softens my pain…"

"Hashirama-sama, this way please." Hashirama turned from the barred window. The young man at his side smiled softly, but there was something vacant and unnerving about the curve of his lips. Hashirama smiled back, just as polite and kept his uneasiness hidden. It was a skill he'd honed in the political rings on his rise to being mayor.

"Very well, lead on-" Hashirama's eyes flickered to the young man's name tag. "Sai-san." Sai, right hand man of Danzo, head of the mental institution and at the heart of the reports of corruption and patient abuse. The police had failed to find evidence- or rather, Danzo, slippery rat that he was, had managed to wriggle his way around and through previous investigations. This time, Hashirama had private, specialized investigators building a case against Danzo. Hashirama was here on a visit merely to see how Danzo would react to a visit from him, and hopefully make Danzo think that the police would be sniffing around soon, to preoccupy and keep his attention away from Hashirama's spies.

"Danzo-sama sends his apologies that he could not attend to you himself, mayor-sama. He was not expecting you today."

'That's the whole point.' Hashirama thought but just smiled politely at Sai and followed him down a corridor and into another wing of the mental hospital.

Sai smiled vacantly. "This is our level four ward, where we house the patients who need a higher level of care."

"It looks like a prison." Up on this wing, most of the rooms were padded and there were several big, burly orderlies in white, stationed at a main desk. Behind that desk was a row of strait jackets on hooks. Near the main desk was a large area with soft, squishy furniture, some board games, coloring books, and an old TV set. The patients were out of their rooms for some strictly-supervised socialization time.

Hashirama paused, frowned, and pulled out his iPhone to act like he was checking his messages while secretly snapping a picture of the strait jackets. "Please, Sai-san, lead on." The orderlies all eyed Hashirama suspiciously while Sai did not react at all.

Sai finally led him to the patients. Most were so heavily medicated they were little more than glassy-eyed, drooling lumps of flesh slumped on the furniture.

A single patient had occupied the furthest corner from the Mayors current position. Almost, as if he knew someone of high authority was now present, he began whimpering. The sound he made was that of a broken child though the patient was clearly a grown man.

Clad in white, an orderly approached the whimpering patient and gently gripped the back of the man's collar. "Madara-chan, is there something I can assist you with?" He asked sweetly. It was clear in the eyes of the man he was indeed not being as kind as his tone shared.

The orderly knew the mayor was watching and didn't want to risk his own employment in the facility.

A pair of oddly colored eyes turned to the caretaker. "N-Nothing!" He was fearful of the men who supervised them. All of the patients were fearful of the caretakers. They all acted like prison guards more than people who were hired to aide them.

Another patient, one with bright red hair pranced over to the blackette who occupied the corner. "Madara-chan?" The other patient was doing a better job with the man than the caretaker. "Would you like to sleep in my dorm tonight? Are the voices that bad today?" The raven locked man nodded.

The man, uniformed in white, held a growl beneath his breath. "Nagato, you know he has to learn to talk to people other than you. He won't get anywhere in life if you keep babying him."

The ginger growled, and glared menacingly at the bulky male speaking, "He won't get anywhere if you keep treating us like you do..."

The man gasped and looked to Sai for assistance.

Sai tilted his head, his smile never wavering. "Ah, sometimes the patients on this ward are not always compliant with their medication. They do not always know what's best for them." He looked at Hashirama and tapped the side of his temple. He looked back at the orderly. "Perhaps it is time for their medication?" It was a veiled order to the orderly to heavily sedate Nagato and Madara.

Hashirama silently observed. At the soft whimpers from the black haired patient, his heart went out to him. At first glance, the patient looked like a beautiful woman. There was something fragile about him that made Hashirama want to protect this beautiful stranger. He looked like a somewhat scruffy little puppy. Hashirama went over to him slowly, as if he were approaching a puppy for the first time. "Madara-chan?" He called softly and smiled gently. He wanted to talk with the patients, get to know them. The vulnerability of the black haired one called to him; he could not just walk away without saying something.

Though the dark hair man was obviously scared out of his wits, with the man named Nagato encouraged him to turn around. He held his head as he turned around toward the voice of the concerned mayor.

"Y-Yes?"

Nagato ran a hand through Madara's hair almost lovingly as he made sure to keep supporting him in his vocal adventure.

"Sir, I am not insane... they put me up on this unit because I wouldn't leave Madara alone. He was in my roommate for a short time before they tried to move him. He has schizophrenia that is quite severe. I have depression that I am slowly working through with Madara's help. Not the help of the men who claim to be hired to do so. If they don't like what we say, they sedate us. Sai over there is asking them to do that to us right now. I have a voice that nobody wants to listen to. They know if they remove me from Madara both of us will try to escape again and give Danzo a bad name."

Madara looked down obviously agreeing with Nagato's words. "N-Nagato... i-is my nephew visiting t-today?" Nagato's attention shifted to Madara since if he spoke a full sentence that was a VERY big improvement.

"Yes, he is..." Nagato smiled down to the dark haired man. "G-Good..."

The crimson haired and very pale friend shifted his attention back to the mayor. "He is afraid to speak in front of anyone because he thinks they will hurt him just like the caretakers would. I'm going to be punished for speaking to you, but honestly, Madara doesn't deserve to be drugged like he has psychosis rather than Schizophrenia."

Nagato stood proud and determined and was in no way 'out of it' like they might try to make him appear. "Will you listen to me? Or are you just as much of a secretive, and money grubbing jerk as these 'caretakers' are?"

Hashirama wanted to talk with the patients, but at the same time, they were patients. To him, it appeared Nagato was in denial about needing to be there. He seemed normal to Hashirama, at least at this moment. Statements from a mental patient needed to be taken with a grain of salt, but Hashirama still wanted to hear what they had to say.

Two orderlies had come over, one of them with a straight jacket, in case Madara decided to be uncooperative. Hashirama saw them and motioned them down. He looked around and saw a set of unoccupied, squishy bean bag chairs in a corner. "Nagato, right? Why don't we go sit over there in the corner and we can talk more-"

Sai stepped between them. "The patients need their medication. It is in their best interest-"

For once, a flash of fire shone in Hashirama's normally friendly eyes. "Their best interest, or yours?" He turned back to the patients. "Come-"

"Hashirama-sama does not run this institution and has no authority here."

He just smiled in response. "And you have no authority over me. I wish to visit a little with the patients. The only ones who have the right to turn me away are the patients themselves. They are not inmates; they have rights. And even inmates in prison are allowed visitors."

He turned back to Nagato and Madara. "So, gentlemen, shall we visit a little?"

Sai's smile stayed in place. "As mayor-sama wishes."

Nagato took Madara's hand and lead him over to one of the chairs. He had Madara sit down next to him in the same beanbag. "Madara-chan, you don't have to talk if you don't want to but it might be a bit helpful to prove to him I'm not bonkers." Madara snickered and flicked his head with a grin that spoke for him. 'Are you sure?'

Madara looked into Hashirama's analyzing eyes. "M-My friend is h-here f-f-for a suicide attempt. H-He is sane... A-Abuse is t-terrible and d-drove him to it...N-Not insanity." He brought his knees to his chest and placed a sharp chin in between them.

The red haired patient smiled before making his own statement, "I'm sure you saw it on the news, sir. You even did a small speech when the police department found me in the basement of the serial rapist you caught earlier this week. I am starting to wonder whether or not I prefer being tied up in a corner of my captures home to this place... The false name they gave me on the news was Pein. You saw my psychoanalysis sheets... I am not false witted. I assure you. I have PTSD and Depression. They sent me here to get me on the right track after I tried to kill myself with a cops gun."

Hashirama sat down opposite them. He hadn't sat in a bean bag chair since his college days. He stared at Nagato, finally putting the face to that of the pictures he had seen of the bruised young man rescued from the basement. "Ah. Now that you mention it, and I've studied your face a bit...yes, that is indeed you. So, you have not been getting the help you were sent here to get." He said it as more of an observation, and he was not surprised by it. Hearing the words right out of the horse's mouth was just further proof in the investigation against Danzo.

The raven reached out and took the abused man's fingers into his palm before tracing them intently.

"M-Mayor-Sama...? I-I know th-that I-I am a bit off... b-b-but I have been here f-for so long... I want to be with m-my n-nephews... By law, are they allowed to get me out of h-here...? My eldest nephew has custody of me technically. I don't want to k-keep sleeping wh-whenever I s-speak." What Madara said didn't make any sense to anyone but a smart man like the mayor.

His eyes showed a yearning to the man who was calm and collected before him. They held a yearning for freedom, a yearning that only a prisoner usually acquired.

Hashirama quickly put two and two together and figured out that every time Madara would speak, which Hashirama interpreted as asking to go home with his nephew, he would be heavily sedated and drugged up, as Nagato had earlier stated frequently happened to patients to keep them compliant.

He smiled gently at the stuttering raven haired patient. "Yes. Well, it depends on who has legal custody of you. If you wish to leave here, and your legal guardian wishes it, then by law then can get you out of here. Unless you would pose a danger to yourself or others, but even that is not an indefinite hold. "

Madara nodded and looked down, rolling the information around in his mind. "I see..."

Hashirama leaned forward and laid a gentle hand on Madara's knee and gave it a little, reassuring squeeze. Nagato was aware enough to know what was going on, but this raven one looked lost, like he was adrift at sea and had no clue where land was but desperately trying to swim to it anyway. He lowered his voice to a whisper. "Things are always darkest before dawn. Soon the sun will be coming up."

He should not have spoken at all- he had just given the two a veiled hint. He had plans to turn this institution around. The doctors here should be helping patients, not hurting them, keeping them here to scheme their insurances and their relatives' pockets. One part of Hashirama's plan was to place a new doctor in, a doctor of enough rank and experience to butt heads with Danzo and challenge his authority.

"My nephew m-might be able to use th-those words of en-en-encouragement more than m-me, s-sir..." He picked up the pen hanging with fashion on his left breast pocket. With a click he pressed the button on the back of the pen to make sure it was usable and proceeded in writing a number down on the man's inner arm. A tinge of a nervous blush matched his shaky hands.

The tip of the pen tingled on Hashirama's skin. He assumed from context clues that this was the nephew's number and that given that Sai and the orderlies were not far away, close enough to possibly overhear snippets of conversation, that Madara wanted him to contact said nephew. As Madara said nothing, this was very important to him, too important to risk having it overheard. Hashirama nodded. "I am sure your nephew would like to hear those words." He said as a roundabout way to let Madara know that he would contact the nephew.

He also thought, privately, that Madara was not as crazy as he was portrayed. Hashirama was sure he had some mental issues and did indeed need medication to help him, but Madara was not as out of touch with reality as the staff made him out to be. He was at least lucid enough to be aware of danger and what was going on around him.

"I have b-been here f-for a year...I d-don't want h-him to- to-..." He got up and ran to his room leaving Nagato with wide eyes that his friend nearly explained the living nightmare which had been currently plaguing him.

Hashirama was somewhat surprised when Madara tore off as if the hounds of hell were chasing him. As Madara spoke, Hashirama had watched his face become more and more distraught so he wasn't fully surprised when Madara tore off. He turned to Nagato, an eyebrow raised in silent question.

"You must be a special man... even I can't get him to tell me what he was about to tell you. They sedate me every night... but they leave Madara awake... tell me sir...if you were a cruel man, would you leave the only possible witness awake? I know if I was going to do something dirty, I'd prefer the roommate asleep...the victim... well... he knows better than to tattletale. Schizophrenia can often lead to him seeing things that aren't there. So why would anyone listen to someone who often can't differ reality from what his mind makes up...?"

Hashirama nodded, his mind once again weaving together the clues. Something shadier than what he had suspected was going on. He did not know what exactly it was. He just knew it occurred every night to Madara and whatever they did to him tormented the mentally fractured man. Something not just unethical, breaking the doctoral Hippocratic oath, but something most likely illegal as well. "I see that the rabbit hole goes a lot further than I suspected. And I need to move more quickly." Aside from the private investigation, Hashirama's plans for the mental hospital also included fixing the corruption, not just moving it. He had a sinking feeling that Madara was a victim at the very core of it.

Nagato stood, "Madara hears thing that don't exist, he rarely see's things that don't. If he does they're supernatural creatures such as the devil trying to tell him to kill himself. He doesn't see things that could be deemed REAL. That's how I know that the things that are happening to him at night, they aren't in his mind... they are actually happening."

Hashirama stood as well. "I understand, and I will do what I can to help." This was more than he could let either of them know right now. His plans were top secret, and he could not risk blowing cover and ruining them just to comfort two patients, no matter how much he wanted to reassure them that he would do everything he could not just to help them, but to save them.

He bowed to the man, "I'm going to be punished for this and I don't care. Just get people help... I've dealt with abuse all my life... I can handle a bit more."

"This sounds cliché and superficial, but things will be alright. It is all I can say for now." Hashirama kept his tone gentle and smiled. "It was a pleasure to meet both of you. Thank you."

Walking away he yelled down to the mayor, "Everyone in this institution is being abused. I am a being abused. I am not getting help. We are not safe...We want help." He went into a nearby room that Madara had bolted into and closed the door behind him.

Hashirama walked back over to Sai as two orderlies carrying little paper cups of pills and water went into the room where Madara and Nagato were. "So, Sai-san, please, let us continue the tour of Danzo's grand institution."

"As you wish, Hashirama-sama."

Sasuke didn't know why he was damned with such a curse. Was this how his uncle felt? What he heard? Well, he sure as hell wasn't going to end up like his uncle. His uncle had gotten worse since he had be put in-patient in Konoha Mental Institution.

When he first went in there are year ago he spoke clearly, happily, and only at select times would he have a slight personality change. The personality change was only that he got paranoid and depressed. He would go to the nearest corner and bring a chair and sit there for a while until the voices went away.

He was originally a very cocky man who could crack a joke at someone's expense. Now he was a man that was afraid of all that moved. Sasuke hated it. He wanted his uncle back.

He went up the wooden steps of the porch connected to their small family sized home. He checked the door to find it unlocked. Itachi was home. His loving elder brother.

"Nii-san! I'm home from school! You here?!"

"Otouto, there you are." Itachi's head popped around the entrance to the living room. He held a small bowl in his hands. "I've got you an after-school snack- your favorite, diced tomatoes." He came over to Sasuke and took his book bag while handing him the bowl. "Damn, Sasuke, how much homework do you have? This thing weighs a ton."

He sat down with Sasuke at the couch, dropping the book bag by the coffee table. "So, how was school today?" He asked casually. Almost too casually. "Did anything happen." His eyes focused with laser-like intensity on his little brother.

He had been worried about Sasuke for a while now. Sasuke seemed to be closing himself off from others more and more. Much like Madara did. Sasuke often had trouble falling asleep, and staying asleep. Many nights he slunk into Itachi's room, snuggling up to his big brother yet still unable to get any sleep, often waking Itachi up with his tossing and turning. What little sleep Sasuke got was often interrupted with nightmares that left him screaming for Itachi and Uncle Madara. Sasuke's haunted sleep and sleepless nights were giving Itachi sleepless nights and turning Itachi's reality into a growing nightmare. Deep down he was terrified that he was losing his precious baby brother just like he had lost his uncle. Multiple times Itachi had caught Sasuke talking to himself. Most people did that occasionally, but not like Sasuke did. It was almost as if Sasuke thought he was talking to another person, like he was not aware he was talking with himself. Almost like a small child talking to an imaginary friend they believed was real.

The evidence added up that Sasuke was showing signs of Schizophrenia, the same mental illness that their Uncle Madara had. Madara had shown all the same symptoms Sasuke currently had. Sasuke was too young to remember, but Itachi did. And he could no longer deny it with Sasuke. The final nail in Itachi's coffin of denial was when he checked Sasuke's browser history and found his little brother had googled schizophrenia and how to make it go away. Boy oh boy had Sasuke googled the hell out of it, showing that it was something really bothering him.

Sasuke had just smiled lovingly as he was passed the diced tomatoes from his seemingly normally over protective brother. He was at the point of overprotection where he thought that his nii-san was ready to somehow sue his teachers for giving him too much homework.

"I just have a bunch of school books is all, Nii-san. Now, you said we could visit Uncle Madara this morning. Either someone is a liar or you better get your keys. Uncle was always better at math than you. I need his help with homework."

"Saves me a headache." Itachi snorted with a ½ smile. He liked seeing Sasuke and Madara connect- it made them all feel like family again. But seeing uncle and little nephew together now saddened Itachi- it made him picture Sasuke being put into a mental institution as well.

Sasuke went over to the counter and grabbed Itachi's key's himself and threw them at his dark longer haired elder brother. "I have been looking forward to it all afternoon. And it was awkward during sex ed drawing pictures of him because I missed him. They were wondering why I was doodling an older man while they talked about gay sex."

Itachi raised a hand and reflexively caught them. "Still throwing like a girl, otouto." He teased and privately worried about Sasuke's attention drifting off like that in class.

Sasuke laughed and pulled out his special drawing book. He was a very good artist and loved to draw faces. He turned to the page which showed a near perfect image of Madara with the smallest detailed scars he had on his face.

"Like it?" Sasuke asked excitedly.

That was not just doodling. That was spacing out and doing a detailed sketch, as if Sasuke's mind had completely shifted gears or zoned way out. Itachi suspected he hadn't been paying attention at all in that class. It was not 'distracted' or 'not paying attention'; it was like Sasuke's mind had taken a sudden sharp left into la-la land with no sign of return.

"Very good otouto. Perhaps you should've been paying attention a little? Did you get bored?" Itachi stood up, taking the empty bowl from Sasuke and leaving it on the coffee table.

Sasuke just laughed a bit, "Itachi, NOBODY pays attention in Sex Ed! We are teenagers, we know more than enough!" He snickered just trying to mess with Itachi a bit. "I mean how couldn't I of all people." Sasuke gave a wink to make sure he knew he was joking with him.

Itachi just laughed. "Okay, okay, you got a point kiddo. Alright, let's go see Uncle Madara. I'm sure he'll be happy to see you."

"Hehehe, now you're eager to go. Was it something I said?" Sasuke's grin grew 100 percent into something that he only allowed family to see.

Before Sasuke could reach the door there was a slight ring, "Nii-san? I think that's your phone,"

Itachi glanced at his pocket, where his phone was ringing. "Meh, I'm off the clock. Work can wait." They would be the only ones Itachi would be expecting a call from.

- ChaiMada-

Hashirama stared at the phone in frustration. "Come on, come on. Pick up. It's important."

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Mada: Here here! For Chai's and I's first collab fanfic! If you want more make sure you leave a comment! If you don't I will devour you sou-

*Chai punches Mada*

Chai: Gay men…have to beat them up once in a while so they don't get hungry for souls…*shrugs* Enjoy.

*Drags Mada away back to bedroom*