Hakai

Chapter 2

PAIRINGS: Itachi/Sasuke, Hashirama/ Madara

Summary: ItaSasu HashiMada, The mind is an easy thing to break, the body even more. Mental 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.

Beginning of chapter notes:

Mada: OMIGOSH! You are back! HIYAAA! HurtxxMangekyou was our first ever reviewer and just wanted to say thankkk youuuu. Also believe me. Chai is the Itasasu side of the fandom. I'm the Hashimada, so if you want HashiMada so do I and I will force plenty on Chai MWHAHAAHAHAHHA! I doubt she will even notice this intro I discreetly added on . . So do not worry my Hashimada fellow fan! I am herrreeee to saveee dehh day. And we will update once a day or even twice a day if chai does get all picky on me -_-; she does that a lot. Ja ni! And enjoy!

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"Sasuke? Sasuke? Oi, Sasuke!" Itachi snapped his fingers in front of Sasuke's face in an attempt to get his attention. He'd been calling his name for a few minutes now, and had just snatched the back of Sasuke's shirt, hauling him backwards to keep him from getting hit by a car speeding through the parking lot. Sasuke hadn't even realized it was there, and had not responded to Itachi calling his name afterwards.

"You almost just got hit! Did you see that car? Did you hear me calling your name?"

Sasuke shook himself out of it and managed to hear the last part of what Itachi had yelled. "U-Uh. I- I- I just... I spaced out for a minute was all..." He dug his nails into his soft palms and walked towards the front of the building trying to get there before Itachi could say anything about it.

Itachi reached out and grabbed Sasuke's hand, forcing Sasuke to hold it. "Sasuke! That was not just spacing out! The car honked their horn and you just stood there like a zombie. Something is going on with you. At least hold my damn hand so you don't get killed in the parking lot."

Sasuke bit his bottom lip not looking in his elder brother eyes. He knew exactly what he did. He knew that the voices almost killed him. He KNEW he didn't want to be in the room beside his uncle at the same time.

He was quiet and merely took Itachi's hand in his own, "Let's just go, nii-san... I don't want to talk about this right now... let's just go see uncle. He called yesterday wondering why you haven't been visiting. I almost got him to talk about what's been bothering him too... He is trying to open up but you won't even give him your work number. It might help if he feels like you actually care enough not to mind if he calls you at work. You know his therapists are shit. He asked for you yesterday and all I could say was that you were out." Sasuke was a bit sour that his brother worked so much and even more unnerved that Madara barely got to talk to him because when they were home Itachi never picked up because he was busy or assumed it was work.

Itachi tugged on Sasuke's hand, holding him back a bit. "Sasuke. The only calls I can take at work are emergencies. I..." Itachi hesitated a moment, debating on whether or not to tell Sasuke the truth. "I've been talking with Madara's doctors. They say he...does not cooperate very well. They are there to help him. Him calling me all day at work does not help anyone." And it made Itachi look bad, it put his chances of getting the promotion in jeopardy. "I'm sorry for yelling" He hugged Sasuke close. "You almost died, and that scared me. I don't want to lose you, otouto." He kissed Sasuke's forehead. "You know you can tell me anything."

Sasuke groaned rolling his eyes, "If Madara can't then how could I?" He bit back.

Now was not the time to force a confrontation. Itachi was a workaholic, mostly for the money and because he wanted a promotion at work. Promotion meant more money, to help with Madara's medical bills, to put food on the table and keep a roof over their heads. He managed to do so and have enough left over to give Sasuke a comfortable life. If Itachi could just get that next promotion...he would be able to work a little less while still maintaining the same income level.

He flicked Sasuke in the forehead and smiled a little. "You're right though. I need to focus on family a little more, hm? Doctors aren't all bad, Sasuke. They're there to help. You know, if you ever don't want to talk to me, you could always talk to a doctor about …...well, if anything is ever bothering you."

Itachi's phone buzzed again and he reached into his pocket, once more ignoring the call.

Sasuke watched as his brother once again ignored a call, Sasuke snatched the phone out of his hands and picked it up. "Whoever this is my brother is busy and visiting my uncle for once. Call back later. Bye." He hung up and held onto the phone himself and put it in his back left pocket.

The person who called indeed did know who their uncle was. After all, he just visited him himself. He had only recently left.

Sasuke ignored Itachi the rest of the decently long walk to the front of the building and signed in once they got there. They acquired two visitor's passes and the dark brown haired woman, Shizune, called down to the caretakers to inform them that Madara had a visitor.

Sasuke was confused at first since the usual receptionist wasn't there. This new lady seemed much kinder. Sasuke and Itachi both concluded that they liked her very much.

Itachi let Sasuke ignore him, but he kept a firm grip on Sasuke's hand. Sasuke had a good point, Itachi had to admit. He had been too preoccupied with work, not paying enough attention to Madara and Sasuke. The only way to get Sasuke to believe that Itachi would always be there for them was to prove it. Words were useless. He mulled this while they went up to fourth floor.

When they journeyed down to Madara's room he appeared to be having a caretaker help him out of his room after he had a nap. He seemed as though he just woke up. A caretaker not seeing the two nephews had Madara by the back of his shirt. "Hurry up, psycho."

Itachi's dark eyes narrowed. "Get your hands off my uncle. Right now." His pace picked up, unthinkingly taking Sasuke with him. "You are not to treat a patient like that. It is against the rules, and furthermore against the law."

The orderly glowered sullenly at Itachi before slowly releasing Madara. The orderly crossed his arms and stood close, refusing to back down. Itachi met his stare with one of his own while talking softly to Madara. "Uncle. I brought Sasuke to see you. How are you feeling?" Concern for Madara soon overrode Itachi's anger at how he'd been treated and he turned his full attention to him.

Madara's breathing was slow and contained but sadly he seemed almost too used to it to manage a glare that would usually be planted on his facade if someone were to do such a thing to him.

He moved over to his nephew, slouching, and clumsily before moving to hug him and kiss his cheek, beyond just happy to see him. "I-I just woke up from my m-medication is all..." He played with Itachi's silky black and nicely tended to locks. His hair look like his before he entered the ward, nowadays it was messy and oily because they sedated him too often for him to take a shower as much as he liked.

As Madara played with his locks, just like Sasuke did when he woke up shaking and crying from a nightmare and Itachi was holding his little brother in his arms, Itachi realized just how long it had been since he'd been here to see his uncle. He'd been too focused on the legal end of things, of fighting Danzo to get Madara out of here.

"I-It's okay Itachi... I'm used to them treating me like this... he was being polite compared to other days... how come you haven't picked up any of my calls? I-I've missed you and needed to tell you things... you never answer anymore..."

Itachi frowned. "I never really check my calls, it's usually from work. I've been working a lot lately." He then forced a smile. "I think I'm finally getting somewhere with Danzo though. I promised I'd get you out of here, soon as we can get you a doctor's clearance. I'm backing Danzo into a corner. Soon you'll be home, with me and Sasuke. Won't that be nice?" Just as soon as Itachi got that damned promotion- then he could work from home as well, and take care of Madara.

Madara's smiled went away like he just heard the stupidest thing in all his 30 years. "He won't let me go..." He walked to the visitor's room to speak more. The thing that showed truly how much Madara believed those words was the fact he didn't stutter one word of that.

He was also sure that there was no video camera in the visiting room which is why they used them to beat them senseless in. Madara shooed away a caretaker and closed the door once they got in. Madara showed his true colors once in a very long time as soon as that door closed.

He slapped Itachi right across the face, HARD. "Work? That's your excuse? I-I call you every damn d-day hoping that y-you would v-v-visit when you don't! Because of work?! And then you think Danzo is going to be persuaded to let me go? I-I r-raised you to be s-smarter Itachi Uchiha!" Madara held himself back from crying. "All the times I've worked myself up to call you after I've been beaten to floor and decided maybe I should call you before they can hide the evidence of what they do to me!? Your excuse is WORK? Y-You know, a man c-came i-in today... he visited me and I-I c-couldn't talk to him because I th-thought that if my n-nephew c-can't get m-me out of here...then how c-could I trust this man to? He was the mayor... I g-gave him your ph-phone number...b-but hear me now Itachi, i-if you use w-work as an e-excuse n-not to be with your family...I'm g-going to b-beat the living sh-shit out of you next time I s-see you because I just g-got back from being s-sedated and d-don't have the e-energy nor mind to h-hit you down p-properly." He just shook his head looking ready to cry his eyes out but the man in him not letting him.

Itachi's head turned to the side with the force of the slap. His cheek was red; he'd have a bruise in the morning. He was ready to restrain Madara, to call for orderlies if he had to, if Madara was going to snap. But after that slap Madara deflated like a leaky balloon, all the fight leaving him. He looked...sad and broken. Itachi spoke gently, trying to explain the situation to his mentally unstable uncle. "Uncle, work is important. Especially now- if I get this promotion, I can be home more. Sasuke and I will be able to visit more often-"

"So a promotion is more important than me being beaten to pulp every day and have to have the guards sedate me because I'm in so much pain from the broken ribs when they kick my chest?!" Madara pulled up his shirt to show the bone looked obviously damaged. "Or maybe more important than how at nighttime Danzo- he- h-he-" His voice cracked in the inability to express himself anymore without breaking down.

Itachi's argument died on his lips as he stared at the dark bruises around Madara's ribcage. A few of the small, oval bruises looked like they could possibly be from fingers. Itachi was going to argue with what Madara's doctors, who were under Danzo's control, told Itachi- that Madara was uncooperative with his medicine, he was too ill to be taken care of at home. Itachi had been prepared to tell Madara he needed to work with his doctors, who only wanted to help him and make him better.

"The orderlies should not handle you so roughly. Was it an accident? I will speak to them. And I will pick up the phone when you call. But you really shouldn't fight with them, uncle. They are here to help you. Danzo is a well-respected member of the medical community- and the political community. "That made Itachi click on something Madara had said..."And you said the mayor visited you? Was he nice?" Itachi said placating, talking down to Madara as if he were a small child- or very mentally disturbed. It was clear Itachi thought this was all just in Madara's head.

Madara just shook his head tears finally coming to his eyes, "Y-You don't believe me... You don't f-fucking believe me... I hear and see things I-Itachi! I'm not insane! I just have most of the time things I think a-are d-demons talking to me! I'm not imagining them beat me! You heard what the man said just getting me up! You won't even think twice about the things I say. No wonder why Sasuke talks to me and not YOU! Get out! I don't want you to visit me ever again. I won't call or talk to you because you won't listen in the first place..." Madara got up and walked to the door. "Sasuke, if you need more advice don't be afraid to call me, that is if I'm not getting bruised up by the 'caretakers' pft." He walked out of the waiting room and into the hallway; everyone's eyes were wide that Madara wasn't begging his nephew to take him with him.

As he had tears secretly skimming down his cheeks he slammed into the newest doctor that took his file. "Excuse me...

Sasuke looked over to his brother and glared hard at him. Itachi's denial had proved to truly hurt Madara in ways he never should have. He was losing it because the only one he could talk to didn't have time to talk to him and didn't believe anything he said anyways...

Itachi sighed and rubbed his sore cheek. "The last meeting I had with Madara's doctors...they were right; he's getting worse." He stood up. "There isn't much we can do anymore. At this point...I don't even know if he'll ever be able to come home. He needs more help than we can provide. But if they are treating him this badly- I'll have to look around for another mental hospital to transfer him to. Konoha is the closest one; it's why I chose this place. There are other ones, further away. It would make visiting him much more difficult."

Itachi shrugged, feeling stretched out and resigned. He did not see any other options. He sighed again. "Come on, Sasuke." Seeing how Madara was, Itachi wondered if he should start looking around for a good hospital for Sasuke, too...

A large busted woman with bright blonde hair came into the visiting room and closed the door behind her. "Itachi Uchiha correct? My name is Tsunade. I'm going to be Madara's new doctor. His other ones had to leave quite suddenly. I plan on getting to know Madara later on and redo his testing. His testing is a year old and all the medications he is currently on are absolutely wrong. Some of them I am guessing they just threw at him to keep him sedated often. A quick recommendation after he just stormed out like that is to not listen to what he said and visit again tomorrow. Patients usually don't mean it when they say they don't want you to bother them ever again. It's obvious by his behavior he feel betrayed. I didn't hear the conversation so of course can't tell you much other than to come back tomorrow too. I will call you with the result of an analysis I will do of his current mental state."

There was a type of passion was in her eyes that showed how she really meant to help the patients. It was something the other doctors did not have.

Itachi had only seen that kind of fervor in the eyes of young interns and new doctors. For a female, Dr. Tsunade was good looking, but she was obviously an older woman. Itachi had the feeling she was older than she appeared. She was no spring chicken, no young doctor full of ideals, but a seasoned veteran of her profession. "Pleased to meet you." He shook hands with the doctor briefly. "This is Sasuke, my little brother. We were just leaving, but we will visit again as soon as we can." Meaning, whenever Itachi could get enough time off work, or get home early enough from work.

"I think you misunderstand, Itachi-san. Come tomorrow. He needs you to come a second day in a row unless you want your uncle to get severely depressed for the while you are gone and they add him to suicide watch. Come tomorrow,"

Itachi blinked, a little surprised by what he considered the doctor's unconventional methods. The other doctors always just asked Itachi about his concerns for his uncle and assured him his uncle was in good care, which they, the doctors, would take care of him and see to his needs. "I will come if I can."

Tsunade shook her head, "Have it your way. And just to let you know Mr. Uchiha. I'm not like the other doctors you might have found here. I actually care about my patients and have been taking care of those assigned to me since I was 10 helping out at a children's ward. I can make a bet with you and win quite easily, that if you do not come tomorrow, that man will attempt to kill himself. It's written all over his face. He might try tonight."

She turned Itachi's shoulders, hence Itachi himself, towards Madara's room where you could just barely see him, "His shoulders aren't pushed back. His head is down. His lip is quivering. Most importantly his nails are scratching into his skin. He feels like you betrayed him and that he is alone. Most the caretakers here have taken out many dead bodies so they won't have a problem with it, you might though..."

Itachi just stared at the doctor, and then stared more at Madara. He had believed Madara was getting good care here; it was a hospital with trained professionals, after all. Itachi, like many other people, had no idea of the rampant corruption. Before Itachi could reply, he felt a soft hand slip into his own and squeeze his fingers painfully tight. It was Sasuke, silently trying to make his point to Itachi. Sasuke's other hand wrapped around Itachi's fingers, also squeezing his hand tightly, partly out of anger and partly trying to make Itachi realize what the doctor and he were trying to say- that Madara was telling the truth.

Itachi grimaced slightly. "Very well. Yes, we will come tomorrow after I pick Sasuke up from school."

Tsunade smiled, "Good, I'm sure we can avoid the worse then. Maybe if he sees his eldest nephew actually cares about him despite not having visited him in over two months, he might actually get better instead of worse. Recovery isn't just his job, it's the families too. Nobody in this ward will ever get better if they don't have someone to support them through the dark times." She escorted the two out happily.

Once she got them to the main door she waved that she would see them tomorrow and picked up her phone calling Hashirama, "You wouldn't believe all that I got here. There has been over 100's of reports of abuse and none of it has been processed. That patient you wanted me to look out for, the poor man is completely torn apart. His nephew won't believe him that there is corruption there. I put a tap in the room and heard everything. Danzo is doing something directly to the man; he is too scared to say it. His nephew hasn't visited in 2 month... he needs someone to connect to or he is going to become more than just depressed. He will be full out suicidal if he doesn't get a visitor tomorrow. You better get me job security in this field Hashi-sama, because if I hadn't come I can bet you all I own that this man would be indeed a goner... He obviously doesn't just have schizophrenia. He has trauma, on top of trauma, on top of trauma! Schizophrenia was only a minor problem compared the depression and paranoia he is facing. It says here he checked himself in with Itachi and that he at first wanted to come in for help. Itachi, his nephew, has filed for release plenty of time each declined by Danzo himself for no reason... Madara checked himself in, he can check himself out at any time, and he is an adult. In fact, you could go in there and take him to the desk, help him sign a paper and he is out of there for good. Itachi is fighting the battle over a phone it seems... and Danzo is ignoring every word he said. This place is messed up. If his nephew doesn't come tomorrow, you come; Madara said something about him finding you nice. Perhaps he needs someone nice for once..."

On the other end of the line, Hashirama was in his car, driving back from a round of golf with the heads of the state board of mental health. He had invited them out for lunch and golf to get their views on Danzo and lay the groundwork for showing Danzo's true colors to the world. Most held Danzo in high esteem. Hashirama had not let on about what he was uncovering; he had just stated his opinions on a few of the more obviously shady aspects of how Danzo ran the institution.

"That is odd. I remember reading a few petitions signed by Uchiha Itachi for his uncle's release, and they were denied because Madara was considered a threat to himself. The records stated that Itachi had been there in person, meeting with Danzo directly. But then, these records were copies made of those in Sai's desk. More is definitely going on than meets the eye. And I want to know what Danzo is doing to Madara. I have not been able to get a hold of the nephew yet- though I did get yelled at by the little nephew." He chuckled. "That one is a little ball-buster."

Hashirama looked in his rearview mirror, put his signal on, and pulled a lane change. "You know, I think I'll come swing by the hospital again. Very unannounced this time and unofficial."

This was why Itachi hated answering that damned phone after working hours. He was part of an international firm, and there were no "after work" hours. The brothers had just gotten home and were in the middle of eating supper from Taco Bell. Itachi's cell phone rang, he answered and got stuck helping out with a teleconference with the Dubai branch of the firm. Now he was sitting at the PC with headphones on, involved with work again.

While Itachi was down stairs involved in work again Sasuke was left alone in his room. Well, he never truly was alone. "Leave me alone... I can feel you there..." 'Why should I leave my precious boy alone? I don't know why you don't do it; it will make you feel alive. It will make Itachi love you more. You see how he reacted when the doctor said Madara was going to try to kill himself!? That could have been you! You could get his attention. You know how much you want his eyes roaming your bod-"; "Shut up! No I don't! You are just making me think I do! I don't want him like that! He is my brother!"

A cruel laugh echoed through Sasuke's mind, "Pft, you keep telling your dirty little mind that. It will never ever change. Just try it, one slice; the razor is in the bathroom it wants you..." "NO BE QUIET! I DON'T WANNA!"

Sasuke started to lose his touch facade and shivered with hate for himself and the thing inside his mind. 'One cut will be all it takes to get your older brother to love you. To touch you. To-" "SHUT UP, GET AWAY!"

Itachi was listening as the man on his screen droned on in a mix of heavily accented English and Arabic. It was a young intern rattling off statistics to his superiors. Itachi had been called into last minute attendance because he spoke some Arabic; not enough to be fluent, but out of everyone at his branch, he spoke the most of Dubai's official language.

His brows furrowed when he heard a scream that was not coming through the headphones. He moved the headphones off his ear a bit so that he could hear better while still paying partial attention to the conference. He heard Sasuke scream again and took off without a second's hesitation, leaving puzzled Dubai businessmen on his screen.

Itachi ran up the stairs, flinging the door to Sasuke's room open. "Sasuke?!" He found his precious little otouto curled up on the bed, hands fisted in his hair, knees to his chest and back pressing into the wall. Sasuke's slim body shook and he stared with vacant, wide dark eyes at the mirror on his wall. He screamed, "NO!" and surged backwards, hitting his head off of the wall.

"Sasuke!" Itachi plopped down besides Sasuke and grabbed his wrists, pulling him away from the wall and into his lap. He hugged him tightly, giving him a little shake. "Sasuke! Make what stop? Tell who to get away? Sasuke!" As Sasuke squirmed, kicking the bed with his feet and trying to push away more, he only managed to push himself against Itachi's chest and knock them both over backwards on the bed. Itachi held him tightly, not letting him go.

"NO! GO AWAY! DON'T WANNA! NO! GO GO NO!" Sasuke hit his head off Itachi's chest and Itachi rolled onto his back so that Sasuke's legs kicked at the empty air. His arms held tight to the trembling, waif body like pythons with a death grip on their prey.

"Sasuke! Shhh. Calm down. Sasuke. Otouto. Tell me and I'll make it go away." Itachi whispered in his ear as he struggled to hold him still. Sasuke's back arched as he tried to kick out, his feet lashing out like he was trying to rid something evil away.

After Itachi's caring words finally got to him he slowly thrashed less and less till he just began crying in his brothers arms. "I-I'm sorry nii-san. I-I'm so sorry. I'm such a bad brother. I-I'm so sorry. They just won't go away! A-And you are never home, and when you are you are busy. I'm just a distraction. I'm so sorry. I don't want to hurt myself. I don't want to do what it's telling me to do, I'm scared. I don't want to force you to love me. I'm sorry!"

Sasuke clung to his elder brother and hid his face in Itachi's clean white shirted. He laid in his arms now liking the grip Itachi had on him. It felt like Itachi would never let go. He really needed that... but he didn't want to end up in there with Madara... what if he got abused too? Would Itachi ignore him too?

He just wanted to wake up and go see his uncle. Neither of them planned on Sasuke going to school in the morning. Sasuke had enough trouble for one day...

"Otouto. Shhh." Itachi cradled Sasuke in his lap, holding him as if Sasuke were a child much younger than he physically was. "You aren't a distraction. You're my baby brother. I love you, Sasuke. Shhh. You've nothing to be sorry for. I'm sorry for not paying you much attention. How about...we'll go see Uncle Madara tomorrow, and then I'll spend the entire day with you."

Sasuke pressed his face into Itachi's chest and turned his face, cracking open one eye skeptically. "...Promise?"

"I promise. Tomorrow, I'm all yours."

"Better be jerk..."

Madara had to keep digging. He needed to. He had to feel something for once. A different kind of pain before it got too late and he would be back to hurt him again. He had to make more blood. He had to be able to FEEL IT.

The spiky haired raven l started to finally be mesmerized by the blood flowing down from his arm when he heard the room to his door open. He was sure Danzo had come early...

The raven had shut his eyes instinctively only to feel his face be caressed instead of hit or scratched. Eyes fluttered open to see Mayor Hashirama Senju appear.

Hashirama smiled down at him, though inside he was worried from what Tsunade had told him. Tsunade was one of the doctors he had placed in the hospital, and once his investigation of Danzo was complete and Danzo was arrested, Tsunade was the one he planned to have replace Danzo as administrative head. He was even more worried seeing the blood from Madara scratching himself.

"Hi, Madara-chan. I had some free time, and I thought I'd pop by for a visit, if that's alright with you."

Madara held his arm close to him. He couldn't believe the mayor was here... to visit him? Madara looked away finding himself very flustered at the thought. "Th-Thank you... I-I mean, ya that's okay." He did his best to not stutter that much and seem confident.

"B-But... why did you come? Not even my f-family wants to visit me...

Hashirama found the stuttering cute. "Well, we seemed to get along well yesterday, and I want to help make things right here as much as I can. I also wanted to tell you in person that I've tried contacting that nephew of yours, but he hasn't picked up his phone. I got a little curious and did some digging on him. He works a lot; it seems like that's all he does. But, after looking at his finances, I see why he does it. Or, at least, I can conjecture why."

Madara looked down and scoffed, "That is no excuse... f-family comes before w-work. I even tried t-to tell him wh-what D-Danzo was d-doing but- he wouldn't believe me a-anyways..."

Hashirama sat down on the edge of the narrow cot, away from Madara in case he frightened or upset him by sitting too close. The mattress was thin, well-worn and lumpy; the blanket was scratchy wool dyed puke green. "Mind if I sit down? You know, family can be funny sometimes. They think they're helping, even when they're making things worse. Or they don't realize what they're doing wrong. But, they're still family, you know? I think you should give that young man another chance. I have a feeling he'll come around. "

Madara had pushed over so Hashirama could join him on the bed listening to his wise words, "I know he d-doesn't realize it... b-but something things y-you can only be so stupid about b-before you lose someone..."

Hashirama tilted his head and smiled at Madara. His own long hair was pulled into a low pony tail at the nape of his neck. Madara's hair was a snarled, spikey mess and the worn sweatshirt and sweat pants on his bony frame had holes in them. His cheeks were sunken, slightly hollow and his pink lips were dry and cracked.

The longer he stared, the more his smile faded. The dark haired man reminded Hashirama of a pretty but messy porcelain baby doll he had seen once as a child on the playground. A little girl had played with it roughly, throwing it from the monkey bars; the porcelain flesh had shattered on the ground. The little girl had thrown a screaming tantrum and ended up cutting herself with the flesh-painted shards. Unusual for Hashirama, he had had no sympathy for her- he had considered her a spoiled brat who did not appreciate nor deserve the expensive, lovely gift she'd been given.

If Madara was a porcelain doll, then some selfish, spoiled brat had broken him. Hashirama wanted to pick the pieces up and glue them back together, hold that doll close and appreciate and love that doll as it deserved to be.

"Tsunade talked to him. I heard she was in to talk to you, too, but you...were about as happy to see her as you were the other doctors. She's not like them." He leaned in closer, slowly, so that his face was near Madara's. He whispered into Madara's ear, some of Madara's tangled locks covering his face, hiding it from any cameras in the room, making it look like Hashirama was just kissing him on the neck, or on the cheek. Madara had begun blushing; not knowing what was coming was merely just conversation. "You can trust her. She wants to help. I'm the one who asked her to come here. I know what Danzo's been doing. Shhh. Say nothing, okay?"

Madara eye's widened and he shook his head, he did the same thing and his within Hashirama's hair to make it look like he was just returning the kiss. "You kn-know nothing of wh-what he d-does to m-me in th-the least. You aren't h-here when h-he comes at night... y-you, y-you don't-" The same process of Madara choking on his own words once again came to attention. His body just didn't want to let it out.

Madara just grew silent and gave Hashirama a look to continue speaking since he felt like he couldn't.

Hashirama sat back, his smile tacked on once more. "There doesn't seem to be much to do here. I'm sure you must get bored, when they're not shoving pills down your throat or up your ass. "He hesitated a moment, thinking, then his smile grew, a genuine smile. "So, do you like spicy foods? I was reading through your files and found out you could leave, if you have a doctor's clearance. There's a lovely little kimchee stand just down the block. Fancy a little walk with me? I'm sure Dr. Tsunade will grant her permission."

In an instant, Madara had Hashirama on the mattress as he hugged his tightly. "R-REALLY?!" He kissed all over Hashirama's face not realizing what he was doing. All he knew is this man deserved a god damn kiss attack. "I love you! Please be related to me in some way! You are nice AND get me food! You are the best thing that has ever happened to me since my nephew told me he was gay!"

Hashirama smiled, laughing a little as his arms reflexively hugged the slim body on top of him. Under Madara's sweatshirt, he could feel his bones, more than he should be able too. He enjoyed seeing Madara happy, but at the same time it made him sad, and a little angry. This was something his family should be doing. Hashirama was taking a somewhat educated guess, from what he'd heard and read, that Itachi believed the lies the doctors told him, and one of those lies would be that Madara was too ill to leave the facility. He ran a hand through Madara's tangled locks, gently untangling a few.

"Alrighty, let's get your shoes on and go see Dr. Tsunade." Who was conveniently waiting outside Madara's door with the correct forms already signed.

"I g-get to go outsideeeee, I g-get to go outsideeee!~" Madara chanted happily with the shit eating grin nobody had seen on him for a long while...

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Mada: Hope you enjoyed that lovely chapter! I got in contact with most of you who left us a lovely reply. Oh and to the person who made fun of Chai's Warning, you a poo poo head! HMP!

Chai: *roflmao* Meh, I said "possible" as that kind of stuff is subjective and varies from person to person. Some peops might say one story is "kinda sad" and others be all "AMFG SO SO SSAAD SOB SOB BOO HOO". In other words, what one reader considers dark/ disturbing another might view as just a lark in the park. That also depends on how the authors handle it. But that's getting all technical and shiz. So peace out for now.

Mada: THEY BE ALLL OMFG THAT SO FRICKEN SADDD WAHHHHHHHHHH! But no IT BE YAOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! *Slowly puts down energy drink...*

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