"Madara, what is the meaning of this?" Tajima looked to his son coldly. The younger Uchiha gulped a little, unsure of what his father was talking about. He had not expected his father to open the door just as he pressed his lips to his companion's. The other boy just looked confused, and Madara's cheeks paled slightly, afraid. "I… I'll see you later, Takeshi…" The Uchiha responded quietly, walking past his father and into his house.
Izuna peeked out from the top of the stairs, worried as he witnessed yet another argument between his older brother and his father. "I raised you better than to be some prissy fag!" Tajima snapped and Madara growled slightly in response. "Why is it so fucking bad that I love a guy?" The older male raised a hand, backhanding the boy across the face. Madara reeled back, his cheek going red. He stared at his father blankly, before shoving past the older male to storm upstairs, slamming the door before breaking down, sobbing quietly.
The raven-haired male sat up in his bed, sighing and rubbing his eyes. Why had he dreamt about that moment? The first time his dad had found him kissing another guy, and the time he was found out to prefer guys. Things had gone quite bad after that. Breaking up with that Takeshi boy and trying not to focus too much on love. But of course, things didn't go so well and it all went bad.
He was teased and pushed around due to his sexuality and it had gotten to the point where he was trying to find ways to forget about it. Drinking, taking pills and even taking sharp objects to his skin. Of course, no-one ever saw the scars. Not even Izuna. And then came the final argument, where he was practically disowned and kicked out. The last straw, the one that broke the camel's back. He had tried to end his life, but he had been stopped.
Saved.
And now it all came to the present time. Living with Hashirama had been so much better for him in the long run, it seemed. He had even managed to stop hurting himself with the help of the brunette Senju. Hashirama had seemed really intent on helping him through everything. A blush spread across pale cheeks as he thought about that Senju. Thoughts of him always seemed to end up flustering the young Uchiha, but he managed to keep them hidden for the most part. He hoped so, at the very least. Though after overhearing the older male, talking to his brother about his feelings last night, he was hopeful. Hopeful and a little shy still.
What if it had been a joke?
Madara shook his head, stretching and getting up. He picked up the note and read it. Oh, Hashirama was out grocery shopping. Well, that would take quite some time, the Uchiha supposed. Maybe he'd go out for a walk around town, just to stretch his legs. Of course, Madara left a note on the table, just in case Hashirama came back and he was still out.
He didn't want the other to worry too much about him, after all. So, he grabbed his coat and went out, walking along the streets and generally avoiding most people. And they avoided him too, for the most part. The Uchiha walked along the street, looking around at the shops and wondering if he should go buy something new. He didn't need more clothes, but it was nice to look for new stuff.
Green eyes were watching the young Uchiha from across the street, and the man approached Madara. A gasp left the Uchiha's lips as he looked up. He remembered the older male. "Takeshi…?" He stared at the other. "Long time, no see, eh? You've changed a bit, Mada-chan," Takeshi tilted his head, smiling a little as he let his eyes wander over Madara, taking in his appearance.
The Uchiha shifted a little, feeling slightly uncomfortable from the other's gaze. "Eh, not that much. My hair just got longer," He shrugged. Takeshi chuckled, putting a hand against the wall, blocking the younger male's path. "So, I heard you got kicked out by your old man, hm?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as Madara stiffened slightly.
"Yeah, I got kicked out," He responded defensively. "But I'm living with a friend now." Takeshi's grin widened as he looked to the other. "Oh? Well, you're free to pursue your own wants freely now, then?" He asked with a tilt of the head. Madara simply nodded, frowning slightly. "And your point is…?" Takeshi put his lips to the other male's, catching the Uchiha in a heated kiss.
Madara panicked somewhat, pushing the blond away from him. "What the hell?" He growled a little. Takeshi just huffed a little. "You were really into me back then. Don't you want to get back with me?" Madara just huffed a little. "I'm already seeing someone now," He responded, tilting his head up. It was a lie, but Madara wasn't exactly comfortable of getting back with Takeshi, who had simply abandoned him as soon as everyone had started to ridicule and taunt the young Uchiha.
Takeshi looked scandalised. How dare this brat refuse him like that? "Tch, I call bullshit, Mada-chan. Who would want you, really?" He raised an eyebrow slightly, smirking coldly. Madara just growled at the other, smacking the wandering hands away from him and making to walk off. "You're wrong. And I'm not into you anymore. Sorry, but it does happen," He responded, pausing as his hand was grabbed, his wrist held in a vice grip.
"Madara, get back here." The Uchiha pulled his hand away, glaring at the other. "I am not yours, and I do not appreciate being treated as something that belongs to you!" He snapped. "Now, leave me the fuck alone before I punch you in the face." Madara walked off quickly, in the direction of home.
Once he had arrived home, the Uchiha stormed in, ignoring the brunette who had stood up to greet him. Madara slammed the door to his room, a slight scream of anger muffled by a pillow. How dare he? How dare that bastard assume such things and demean him like that? Of course people would want him. Surely it was obvious if he had found a place to stay and people who would treat him with respect.
A knock at the door made him look up, and he soon heard Hashirama's voice, soft and concerned. "Mada, is everything okay?" The brunette asked. Upon hearing no answer, Hashirama opened the door slowly and quietly, frowning slightly as he saw the younger male sat on the bed, looking slightly ruffled and upset.
The Senju sat on the bed, looking to Madara quietly, before opening his arms to the other. Madara hesitated for a few moments before leaning against Hashirama, letting the other embrace him. "What's wrong?" The brunette asked quietly, stroking Madara's hair. The raven-haired male just sighed.
"I ran into an ex who wanted to get back together…" Hashirama tilted his head at the other's words. "Isn't that a good thing?" He asked, and the Uchiha shook his head. "Not when you like someone else and then that ex tries to blackmail you by saying no-one else wants me. It's not true… at least I think it's not true… but it still hurts a little to think about it, you know?" He glanced up to the other.
Hashirama suddenly held the other at arm's length, his hands on the other's shoulders. There was an oddly serious look on the Senju's face as he spoke to the other, but his tone was still gentle. "Madara, never ever think that nobody wants you. Because I can assure you, that there are a lot of people who care for you and who think you are worth it." Madara looked startled, and Hashirama pulled the other close, rubbing the other's back. "Do you want me to tell you a little secret, Madara?" The Senju whispered to the other, smiling gently to the younger male. Madara glanced up to the other, tilting his head. "What is it?"
"Well…" Hashirama's cheeks went a little pink as he spoke. "I really like you, Madara. I think you're a wonderful and beautiful person, and I wish you could see that yourself. Because I love you and I want to see you happy. Madara's cheeks had gone pink as he listened to the other's confession and he stared at the other with wide eyes. Hashirama stopped talking, his own cheeks flushing as he glanced to the younger male. "Ah, yeah… it's silly, but it's all true-" Hashirama blinked as the other threw himself at him, holding onto him.
"Mada…" The Uchiha just buried his face into the other's shoulder, trying to find his voice. "You really feel that way, huh…?" He questioned quietly. "Of course, Madara." Madara nodded, smiling a little. "Ah, I'm glad," He responded, Hashirama tilting his head at the other's words. Madara glanced up to the other. "I'm glad that you feel that way. Because… I really like you too, and I thought it was silly… but yeah. I love that you're always there for me… even when I pushed you away in the first month…"
Hashirama listened to the other, smiling gently. How cute Madara looked with pink cheeks. He gently took the other's face into his hands, resting his forehead against Madara's. The brunette decided to try something, hoping that the other wouldn't be scared off by it. Hashirama gently moved his lips closer to the younger male's, watching as Madara closed his eyes, lips parting slightly.
Hashirama closed the distance between them, holding the younger male close to him. Madara froze in his arms for a few short moments before relaxing, and Hashirama felt the other's arms wrap around him once more. Hashirama pulled away after a while, smiling gently as he watched Madara stare at him, wide-eyed and rosy cheeked.
The older male then gasped. "Oh! I forgot, I had been out shopping, but I bought you something," He responded with a slight nod and a chuckle. He led the younger male downstairs, happily showing the other the ingredients he had bought. "I found the things you said were needed for inarizushi. It took a while, but I managed it. You did say that it was your favourite food, right?" He smiled a little, watching Madara's expression brighten.
The Uchiha just laughed a little. "Ah, it is," He nodded in response, looking to the other. "You should help me make it," Hashirama offered with a smile. Caught up in their conversation and cooking, the two didn't notice the shadowy figure that moved away from the window.