(A/N: Guess it's been awhile, sorry. I wasn't sure if I wanted to continue this or not. Plus I'm not sure if I like it too well and I don't know how others feel about it. I would like to say I am happy that I have two followers for this story. I didn't think anyone would like this. Thank you so much for following this story and I love the person who favorite this story! I like the people who checked out this story as well. Still nervous about putting out this chapter though. ._. Hope you like it. :D)
A heavy sigh escaped my lips once again, He pushes my buttons all the time like this and his grieving process is different from mine. I require a few hours of silence, some self reflecting, then over. Everything I had with that person is at peace. The way it's suppose to be. My brother on the other hand….He gets drunk, then loud, finally to end it all he gambles his money away. How does that women put up with a man like that. ' Mito sometimes you truly are amazing.' My thoughts end as my attention is focused back on the civilians around me. At first, it's unclear as to who they are cheering on. My head snaps to the rear of the building, my jaw actually drops. There on standing on the table was a shirtless Hashirama, chugging down a bottle of tequila. Just to make sure my eyes weren't tricking me, I look back to where my older brother was sitting. No Hashirama but his armor and his shirt was there. I jump to my feet, ran back to the bar, I began pushing my way through the crowd.
"Get down from there!"
Hashirama stopped. " Make me, mom." He snapped.
I growl, damnit to hell. Being called mom was even more annoying than when father used to call me Romo. "Fuck you! If I was your mother, I would raise you to be above this! If anything you were my mother because you acted like a girl throughout most of your teenage years! I even thought at one point you had periods at one point from all the bitching you did. Tobirama do this. Tobirama do that. Oh my dear lord there is a spider, kill it, kill it TOBI! Spider! Spider!" I mocked, I even crossed my eyes and stuck out my tongue. Childishness is a disease that can be spreaded from one drunk man to another. The bar is silent then, from the corner of my eye I see the bartender shake his head. Everyone is focusing on me. I just insulted the Hokage in front of his people. I uncross my eyes and put my tongue back in my mouth, I wipe the drool from the side of my mouth where my tongue had been. It was suppose to be funny, no one was laughing. Hashirama looks like he is going to cry.
"It was a really big spider and you know that. It was the size of your freaking hand. I'm sorry I was trying to be more of a fatherly figure for you after father died. I was trying to teach you important life skills. Glad to see that you find it all pointless, Kid brother."
I gaze away from him, he used that as a guilt card. Father died when I was 12, Hashirama was 19 when he passed. Of course, my brother refused to take me to live with my mother. He knew that I would be safer there but...She changed over the years. Our mother wasn't the mother we used to know. A few years later, Mother's existence came to a screeching hault. He tried his best to raise his 12 year old brother, however I consistently mocked him for it. Deep down I was angry with my brother. I felt like he didn't do enough to save father. Brother had barely started learning medical ninjutsu so his abilities to heal him was limited. I grab his hand and yanked him down from the table. I guide him back to the table we were at
This day, night, evening what ever the hell it was, it fucking sucked. Why did I feel like this? As if a huge part of me was missing, cruelly ripped away and by no less than my own brother's hands. Madara was a bastard. Maybe his promise was coming true. I just wanted to go home so badly that it hurt. Why couldn't Mito left me the hell alone. Left my brother to grief without me. Everything that dealt with Madara...Seemed to be haunting me. An evil that can't be chased away. One that is dead but not gone. I hate him, I hate Uchihas. They are pests and menices to the village. I hate him. I repeatedly told myself this, that's why I lived in an apartment away from the Senju complex. Where it would take Madara forever to find me. I fixed myself, his torturing me was over. I moved on. I started training a team. Why did I feel like my life was caving in on itself? For once in my life I wanted to cry. That bastard not only left emotional scars but physical ones. There were reasons why I didn't wear short sleeves anymore unless I was staying home alone. I feel Hashirama stare into my eyes, was emotion showing? If it was….What did he see. I brush past him going for the door. Hashirama silently followed.
"Talk to me, Tobirama." He muttered, reaching out to take my hand.
I brush it away. "Talk about what?" I questioned.
"Madara and you." Hashirama grabbed my hand, yanking me to face him. Within a few seconds I escape his grasp.
"There was nothing between us."
Hashirama no longer paying attention, a sparkle filled his eyes as he read 24/7 gambling. He grabs me again. He pulls me into the building.
Hours seem to tick by in slow seconds, it amazed me how one man could be so bad at gambling and still have money. I should have sat down, silly me thought my brother would give up so I didn't bother sitting. Big mistake. My feet ached, my stomach turned over. The side of drinking I hated. I always feel like I'm going to be sick. It never comes. A major headache and the ability to eat food goes down the drain. I walk over to Hashirama and tug on his sleeve.
"Let's go." I practically whined.
"Four more hours. I can feel it. I'm going to win this time."
I pout, slamming my fist into his broad shoulder, it hurts me more than him. He grunts, shrugging me off. I punch him in the shoulder once more. He shakes his head. This time I punched him with everything I had. I wince, I feel like my hand just snapped in half. Three of my five fingers popped. Punching him was like punching a brick wall. Hashirama let's out a whimper. I growl before latching down on the base of his neck. I know it's more sexually move than I want it to be, Hashirama's face begins to turn red, I watch as he bites down on his lip not wanting to moan. Mito felt the need to explain where my brother's weak spots are. Where I'm biting now happens to be one. He grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking on it. I immediately let go. Hashirama looks at me, concerned, it wasn't like me to give up like that. He doesn't know that was Madara's main way of controlling me was by my hair. I scowl, heading for the door. If the idiot wants Mito to punch him through a wall, so be it. It's not my problem. Well, it could be if she ever decided to punch me through a wall too. I snort quietly to myself, that's highly unlikely. Mito could never touch me because I can teleport away from there the first signs of her attacking. She's strong but she's not fast. Thinking about Mito only adds to this feeling, becoming something like that. A jinchuuriki. No one would ever look at her the same way, they'll hate her or fear her. Mito's a nice women, I don't understand why she would sacrifice her life to help Hashirama in such a way. Not to mention childbirth becomes complex. I roll my eyes at how much that woman has truly taught me about tailed beasts, sealings, and jinchuurikis. I didn't know enough about love to fully understand why she did it. I look at citizen around me, easily spotting ninja from normal everyday people. A small smile comes to my face, brother was right. It is possible to have a village based on peace. I realize now, more than anything, I love this village. It's truly my home, a home I'd die for, it's one that deserves to be fought for. My smile fades, among the crowd of walking adults, a small child is sitting on the ground crying. I noticed she is unaccompanied by her parents. I walk over to her and kneel down in front of her.
"Are you lost, little one?"
She sniffles, nodding her head.
I give her a gentle smile as I hold my hand out for her to take. "Let's see if we can help you find your way back home."
….Hashirama will have to find his way home without me.
Hashirama's POV:
Hashirama patted down his sides, groping his pants pockets panicked struck, where was it? Did he leave it somewhere? Why couldn't he find it? His eyes narrowed. Tobirama must have taken his wallet when he wasn't looking. He carried around two wallets for a reason, one was gambling money, the other one is for random things. Hashirama may have loved gambling but he wasn't about to use the money in his other wallet. He slammed his hands down on the table, causing everyone to shut up. He stood up, clearly annoyed with his situation. For once he was going to win, in fact he just needed some more money and some luck. The hokage turned to leave, smiling back at the men he had been playing with.
"Thanks for the game, gentlemen."
With that being said, Hashirama left and ran down the street.
'Tobirama. You. Are. Dead.' He thought bitterly. This certainly not the first time his younger brother ran off with his money, this time he's in trouble. He smiled darkly, man did he have the perfect punishment for his brother. His brother hasn't been in the office for over a week, Hashirama isn't what you call a neat freak, no that was Tobirama. The slightest mess got to him, his neat freak side kicked in and he won't stop cleaning until it's perfect. His pace slowed, he thought punishing Tobirama was a bad idea. He seemed so stressed already or in pain. Did he secretly have a love for Madara? Were...They lovers? Hashirama felt sick to his stomach at that thought, not because of a male on male relationship, that he didn't care about but rather the possibilities he took the life of his brother's lover. If they were such things. Madara and Tobirama. What happened between them? So many questions left unanswered. It bugged Hashirama. Madara hated Tobi because he took his brother's life and Tobi hated Madara…. It struck him. What was the reason why Tobirama hated him? There had to be a deeper reason for his hate besides Madara is an Uchiha. 'I need to find out more.' He thought and began looking for his brother.
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Back to Tobirama:
It took forever to help that child, she couldn't remember exactly where she last saw her parents. Luckily, her parents were looking for her. All in all, I'm glad I could help. I liked seeing her parents expression on their faces as she was returned to them. It made me feel lonely, Hashirama will start a family soon, no doubt about it and some of my good friends are going to be fathers shortly. Madara was really the only one who made me feel...Alive? Sure, kindness wasn't his thing, he was rude to me all the time and got off watching me suffer. What can I say? I liked seeing him in pain as well. To us that was love. We hated each other, so why not cause your enemy pain, call it love. It's twist, yet we weren't open about it. It was a secret, my cuts and bruises stayed hidden from the world. Madara made up lies about the cuts I gave him. I think the happiness I've ever been in the fucked up relationship was when I put Madara in the hospital. I cut him a little too deep, he 'fixed' it himself. An infection set in. I loved watching him writhe in pain.
I stroll into an abandon playground, for now at least, what kind of parent would let their child play out at this time of night? I shrug, I guess I would. If I ever had a child, I'd let him or her whatever she wanted. Just as long as he or she obeyed me. I sit down on one of the swings. I push myself gently on it. This must look pathetic, a grown man swinging on something that is really meant for children. I'm right, like always. A few women, hot ones, happen to pass by. They looked my way before turning to each other and giggling. My eye twitches from how annoying they are. What's so damn fun? I felt the urge to yell at them, prove I was better than them. It's true, I can make any guy or girl fall for me, it's not that hard. Some lies there and here, say nice things about them, show who obviously in charge. Love isn't needed to be with someone. I setted the rage boiling in my stomach, those women are nothing. They'd only be worthless girls to sleep with, I don't need anymore. I already have five girls who know how to have sex. Problem was, one of the four is extremely extoic. One has to have a certain taste to really enjoy her services. I grin.
"I think it's about time I paid a visit. It has been a long time since I've seen them. How long exactly? A year? The year Madara and me went our separate ways. Two years." I mutter to myself.
I rest my head on the cool chain of the swing, my eyes close. Finally, peace. I savor times such as these. Tomorrow, I know Saru will have a fit of some kind. A kid with no real father figure, his sensei says he has such potential and has the same viewpoint as Hashirama. It's weird how him and me meet, yet as much of a pain in the ass he could be, I want to be the one to see him accomplish his higher dreams. The child is a pain because he follows me around for hours, talking about god knows what. After a while of him talking I usually tune him out to focus on the stuff I have to do for Hashirama. Speaking of which, the idiot still probably roaming around. I decided to call it a night.
A few minutes later:
I jam the keys into the lock, I grip the door knob and push the door open, I stare into the dimly lit room. Down the hall I can hear a man, his wife, along with their child fighting within their own room. I can image the scene all in my head. This family fights every other day. The child is a 'troublemaker', her father is a tight ass who believes his child is causing shame on his name. He yells at her to put more clothes on. "Stop acting like a slut." I can hear him, practically see the spit fly out of his mouth. I roll my eyes, his child isn't a slut. Hell she doesn't even show the skin on her arms, she wears five layers of clothing, she barely addresses or speaks to males. I shake my head before entering my room, slamming the door loudly. The people of this complex never bother me even when I'm loud. They simply can't look me in the eye. I wish they would. A challenge every so often is welcomed.
"Minx! I'm home." I call out. A soft meow comes from the kitchen, I glance to my left to see the white short haired cat sitting on the counter. He is displeased with me, it's shows in his eyes…also his tail thumps in annoyance.
"I know, I was gone for so long. Leaving you foodless. I'm sorry."
The cat meows as he gets off the counter, trots over to me. I smile down at him as he begins to rub his head on my leg. Now it may seem odd for a tough guy like me having a cat, supposedly it's girly or some shit. Real guys are dog people. It's funny, I had a dog until someone killed him. The thought of replacing him with another dog broke my heart...So I got a cat. I feed Minx then walk over to the window, staring at a cigarette box sitting on the windowsill. I narrow my eyes, why of all times did he have to be here. I remember now why I never stopped infusing my chakra when I was a teenager, I become unaware of who is actually near by, especially if I hate them. Madara's real lover. A snotty, hot, red-haired Uzumaki who is called Akira. I hate him with a passion, it's bad enough him and Madara consistently ruined my life, they had the nerve to fuck each other on top of me during the time I was in the hospital. A memory I harshly pushed in the back of my mind. I open the box, grab a cigarette and the lighter, lighting it up. I deeply inhale the smoke letting it linger in my lungs. I breath it out then turn to face the long haired bastard. I should ask why he was in my apartment and how he got in. He probably just forced a window open, crawled inside. I put out the cigarette.
"Why?"
I cock my head to the side, wasn't I the one to ask that?
"What do you mean?" I snap. I watch as he flinches. He is wearing a black tank top and shorts, I roll my eyes in disgust. Could those shorts be any shorter? True everything he wore gave him a girlier appearance. In reality, none of that mattered to Madara. He didn't care for Akira as much as he loves to believe.
"You knew, didn't you? You could have stopped him." Akira mutters.
I snort. "No, I didn't. Had no clue to what my brother was doing. How did you find out? It's not like my brother to run around telling people about who he has killed. "
"Mito." he sniffles.
I sighed. "Figures she would be the one to tell you. What do you want from me? "
"Let me stay here. Please. You're a lot like Madara and I need someone like that in my life."
I curl my hand into a tight ball, a wave of rage crashes over me. I slowly dig my nails into the skin. "I'm nothing like him. Fine, you can stay here in the living room. I'm not share a bed with a man who fucked the most disgusting creature to walk this earth." I growled leaving to go to my room.
"You're just upset because you loved him and I took that from you, no, more like Madara ripped your heart out! Just admit it! Tobirama! You'll feel better." He cries after me.
I shut the door turn off the light, I pull off my shirt. My eyes fall to the mirror, following the lines of scars on my body. The two scars stood out the most were the one on my torso and my back.
"Love my ass."
Memories flood into my mind, I start to remember how I got this scar on my back. I whimper quietly. I'm scared to think about this, I'm afraid once it starts I'll go back to the first time Madara and I ever meet. "Please, god no, don't think. Please."
Flashback:
I stumble into a dark alley way between an apartment complex and a fancy restaurant. My vision is fucked up, the alleyway sways back and forth. My stomach turns over. 'Oh god no. Not here.' I curse bitterly in my mind. The last thing citizen needed to see was a highly respect man's younger brother bent over puking his guts out, in alleyway of course. This whole thing is a cliched plot. I place my hand on the wall, forcing myself to keep moving. Just had to make it back to the Senju complex, that's all, it's simple. My stomach flips once more, this time there is no holding it back. I nearly drop to my knees as the puke came flying out.
"Damn!" I curse. The foul taste sets in my mouth, I want to puke again. I knew going to that party was a bad idea. Why did I let Mito talk me into it. My head spins. Leaving the redhead and her friend was a mistake. They tried to warn me not to walk home alone, however I insisted I could make it. I carefully step over the spot where I had been puking. I'm too busy with focusing on walking that I don't noticed a man turn the corner into the same alley and sneak up behind me. Suddenly two big strong pair of arms wrap around my waist, I gasp. My breath stops, I'm in no condition to fight of this man. I squirm as I feel his hot breath on my neck, I noticed he has a familiar scent. I know this from somewhere. The more I squirm the tighter his grip gets, he must of gotten annoyed with me at some point because he punched me in the back of the head really hard before snaking a hand down to my crotch, rubbing and feeling through the pants I was wearing. A dark blush covers my face and a soft cry escapes my lips. I try turning my head to my attacker but he brutally forces my head down.
"Ah, my dear little pet. It's so nice to see you again." He whispers, pushing me into a wall.
My heart stops, Madara Uchiha was standing right behind me gropping me. I feel myself become turned on as he rubs harder. Madara turns me around, picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.
"My dear little pet, it's time to play." His voice is laced over with malice. He forms a few signs and transported us back to his house. Once there, I break away from his grip. Madara grabs my hand, pulling me closer, he rips off my shirt.
"Enough." I mutter. I cry out as he bites down on my weak spot, my collarbone. I push hard on his shoulder.
"Madara! Damnit I said enough was enough." I snap.
He frowns and a dark feeling sets over him. He grabs me by the hair and pushes me into a mirror that was resting on the wall. It shatters and I feel some of the mirror dig into my back. I bite my lip from the pain.
"Shut up! You don't tell me what to do, remember? You're my bitch!" He snaps. Madara slaps me hard across the face, sending me to the floor. He grins as he sees the blood oozing from the cuts on my back. He picks up a piece of the mirror, leaning over me.
"Oh, Tobirama, you're bleeding. Let's see if we can't make it better."
Madara digs the mirror piece into the end of the cut, pressing down hard, he slowly begins to move it down. Pain shoots through my body as he continues to cut down. My nails dig into the floor.
"M-Madara please, it hurts." I whimper, only earning me a faceplant into the floor.
"Shut up." He growls, removing my pants along with my underwear. He undoes his and takes out his dick, which is rock hard. He gets off on my pain, how could I forget.
"See what you did, you made me hard. Now you have to get rid of it."
Madara shoves his dick into me, unprepared, I scream to where my throat hurts. He doesn't even give me a moment before taking it out and slamming back into me.
"It's going to be a long night my pet…"
