Kingpin
Hello, friends. This will be a long chapter. Read notes. In a long flashback, scene change and timeskip will be NSNS.
Kingpin: The leader of a crime syndicate or organization.
Little evil would be done in the world if evil never could be done in the name of good.
Madara Uchiha crossed his arms tighter over his chest. It wasn't the fact that the stares became to cold to bear, but the fact that they should have been staring; watching his every move.
"Well?" He asked in baritone. "Is someone going to speak to me? I need to speak with Sasuke Uzumaki."
Getting over his initial shock, Sasuke grew tense. Of course he knew that Naruto was once acquainted with Madara Uchiha. That didn't mean the man knew him.
"How do you know me?"
The man in question chuckled a dark murmur, his eyes falling on Sasuke with a glare. In a flash, he opened the scrolls only for various scrolls to fall from them.
Sasuke skimmed the words on each. Some were words were fading into non existence while others were pure; just birthed onto paper.
Dear Sensei - four months ago.
Sensei, - five years ago
Kingpin-sensei, - one year ago
Senpai, - that one was nine years ago.
No matter how different the beginning of the letters were, they each had the same farewell.
Don't worry about a thing because I have it all, Naruto
Sasuke retrieved a small scroll from the floor. The same date Nashi was born.
Sensei,
My daughter was born today. She has my tan skin and when she opened her eyes, I cried a little because those were mine too. Sasuke told me to shut up and stop crying, but I couldn't help it. He says if Nashi, our girl's name, had his eyes, he wouldn't be affected as much. He had a family before. I also saw strands of blond on Nashi's head. She seems silly already. It's been about five hours since her birth, and she is adapting well. She fell in love with Sasuke instantly. When I held her, she would put out her tiny hand, but retract it playfully as I grabbed for it. Sasuke smiled and laid his head on the pillow, telling me how he already know she'll be a prankster. It may sound crazy, but Sasuke looks best like this- after he had Nashi. He wasn't tired, just alive even with his sweaty hair sticking to his forehead. Now, that I'm talking to you, I can tell you my fears. I'm afraid of dying on a mission now that I have Nashi. It's like I have more to live for. I've decided to keep Sasuke at home, Senpai. I hope I made the right choice. Anyway, How are things with you? It's brewing winter now, but I can still come and take care of your greenhouse. Last time I came, you were asleep. I didn't wake you because you'd probably snap my neck. I have to tell you, I do feel empty now that we missed one of our tea meetings. I want to know what's bothering you. Of all the years we've known one another, you never sleep when you know I'm coming. Talk to you soon, sensei.
Don't worry about a thing because I have it all,
Naruto
Sasuke frowned deeply and Madara shrugged. "I stopped receiving the letters four months ago, but I get them regularly every two days. When I stopped getting them by bird, I came searching. I could have snapped Tsunade's neck for what she let happen-"
"Hold on. You know Tsunade?" Sasuke couldn't handle this form of confusion. Madara Uchiha was standing before him like a missing piece he had to search through everything for.
If Tsunade knew Madara why would she not lock the man up?
"Of course." The distant Uchiha spoke in an obvious tone. "I'm the one who put Naruto in her care for his future."
More news. "He never told me that." Sasuke mumbled.
A snort of disapproval came next. "You didn't want to hear it. I'm sure each time he brought up Madara, you didn't want to hear about the bad Uchiha. Well I took care of Naruto when he left the orphanage. By force of course; the child was persistent."
The Konoha Wars had ended and there was no place to go for Madara Uchiha; except into hiding. He was the man who started the war after all.
And as far as he knew, everyone was searching for him.
No matter how long ago his crimes- burglary, murder, larceny, motor vehicle theft, drugs and weapon trafficking, aggravated assault, property crime, and ultimately being the biggest crime lord in known time- they all wanted him dead or alive.
He wasn't a man to just forget.
Not that he was concerned about getting caught. Because Kami knew those who came after him lost their lives. The problem was that men like Madara- and he was the only man in his own category- weren't allowed to go out by rotting in a prison.
It just wasn't in his name. If he were scared of being caught and handling his 'responsibility,' he wouldn't have been currently tending to his garden, trimming things that didn't need to be trimmed.
When in hiding, Madara simply had little to live for.
"Can I help?"
Freezing in his cutting, Madara grimaced at the voice. If they came to kill him, they'd need all they had. Pulling out a throwing knife, the older man turned slowly only to frown deeper at how much he had to look down.
The boy before him was scrawny, his skinny legs easily the size of meter sticks. He looked dirty, as if he hadn't washed in days; hair a grim blond, full of some dirt that Madara could tell came from the ground. His clothing was torn a little, but he had bright blue eyes still around the same age as he; no older than ten or eleven.
In retaliation, Madara crossed his arms over his chest after placing the throwing knife back in his pocket. "What?" He demanded in monotone, hoping to scare the kid off.
The child pointed at the bushes behind him. "I said...can I help? With your garden."
Madara stared for a moment until he averted his gaze. "I'm fine." With that, he turned back and began to trim; however, out of the corner of his eye, he could see the young boy shrug and sit down in his driveway, watching him.
There was silence save for the sound of clipping leaves. Clip. Clip.
"I'm Naruto Uzumaki." The kid said from behind. "I got kicked out of the orphanage because of my pranks. My friends Neji and Shikamaru are coming too, but Shika is planning first."
Madara only hummed. If he ignored the this...Naruto, he'd go away.
He watched Naruto point at the slab of stone by his porch. "Who's Hashirama Senju? Isn't that the guy who ended the Konoha wars? But, was dead even before he did?"
Madara only hummed in agreement, so the kid knew his stuff, but he didn't know all.
"Why is his name there on your porch? and I can see it tattooed on your neck too."
Madara shook his head, turning away from the child with a deep sigh of remorse. "He was my friend." He croaked in a whisper.
"Oh….So you must be Madara Uchiha then?"
This time, Madara freezed. He waited to be degraded. To hear the cries of a family lost because of his selfish acts. But there are none. Instead, Naruto looked on with awe.
"Man, to be like sixty, you sure do look young. So that means you're Hashirama's true friend. At least….that's what he said in his journals."
The boy began rambling in frustration about how hard it was to read adult language, but Madara wasn't concerned of that.
"How did you obtain this information, child?"
Naruto's head snapped up in a bit of shock. "Huh...oh I used to leave the the orphanage's school and go deep into the library. Hashirama's journals-and yours- were hidden kind of. Now I can't read them."
In spite of his cold personality, Madara's face softened into a sad pity until Naruto smiled brightly. "You must have been lovers with Hashirama too. It's okay, I like other people too."
Madara hummed and picked up his tools, walking into the house and letting the boy alone.
But, he ignored the fact that when the boy fell asleep under the spring sky, he went and retrieved him, placing him into a guest bedroom, and bundling him up with warm sheets and a nightlight. Madara Uchiha was never nice man, so he ignored it. He'd kick the boy out tomorrow to feel better about his identity.
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"You needed a place to sleep and that's all. You have to be gone by later on."
That was how the older man brushed off his hospitality the next day when watching the boy awake. He placed down a small pair of pants and a shirt on the bed. "Take a shower and come down to the kitchen."
Madara waited in the kitchen, calculating how long Naruto would take before his salmon, soup, and rice grew cold. Thankfully, the child came in as Madara sat, placing the two trays on the table.
He looked cleaner than the day prior. His hair was just blond now and his skin looked the normal tan; however, he was still scrawny. Madara, in spite of himself, really wanted to fix the kid up.
The child bowed carefully. "Ohayō Gozaimasu, Madara-sama." The older man would have nodded in approval, but Naruto's boisterous laugh beat him. "I can't believe I just bowed. I make myself laugh. Hey! Thanks for breakfast. I'll be out of your hair soon."
Madara only nodded as the two began eating. Occasionally, Naruto would stop and stare up at Madara, trying and failing to hide his awe.
"So how did you start the war? Why?" He questioned, pushing his plate to the middle to show he was done.
Madara only grunted.
"Oh, come on. You may as well pass your findings onto me. You're not exactly the man to go out dull, are you?"
Madara thought for a moment. The kid did have a point because, in all honesty, Madara Uchiha wasn't a no one. Still...
"What does teaching you about my past experiences have to do with the way I leave thes God-Awful earth?"
"A legend." The boy answered. "People have to remember you somehow."
Madara, in spite of himself, chose not to point out how he had already left a legacy. An already bad one, but a legacy nonetheless. He had no intention of changing the boy's 'awwed' views on him. And somehow, he hated that he even cared.
"I wasn't a monster first." He spoke quietly, gaining Naruto's full attention. "I was a happy child, even in a rich dysfunctional family. I was happy because I had a friend. He accepted me through a lot because he was growing up in a household similar to mine."
Naruto nodded sympathetically
"Hashirama Senju and I did everything together. We ate the same lunch, we trained the same way, we even decided to join ANBU together when we grew. ANBU back then wasn't how it is now. Back then, you could be as young as twelve to join ANBU.
When were were younger, Butsuma Senju, Hashirama's father, was the first hokage. He was a stern man, also very serious about war.
There was no war ever. But, when Hashirama and I were twenty, he was sent on a mission."
"And he wasn't ready for it." Naruto spoke in a whisper, connecting the dots.
"Hai."
"So what does this have to do with how you started the war?"
"I'm getting to that. Hashirama didn't die on his mission, but he was taken hostage by a few Iwagakure assassins. Butsuma did nothing about it. While he believed things should be settled through violence, he wasn't necessarily a big fan of war.
Plus, he and Hashirama never held the same viewpoints. He wouldn't fight for a son who never wanted to be in the first place. Tobirama Senju was Hashirama's younger brother. Even though he held a stern personality and he was a brat, he cared deeply for his brother.
At only the age of fifteen, he had already seen two brothers die. Three days after Hashirama was taken, I saw Tobirama leaving the village with a pack. He was going to find his brother out of call."
"So you did it for him?" Naruto asked.
Madara nodded with his own stern glare. "I knew what Tobirama was feeling, for I had lost my own younger brother when he was just four. He was alone as was I. So I travelled to Iwagakure to find my….friend.
"I wasn't too late, but I was too late. Hashirama hadn't died, but he wasn't himself. He was bruised badly, on the verge of passing with a few days to spare. He was broken. After getting Hashirama back, to my own accord, saving wasn't enough for me."
"Is it because you knew you were too late? That you really couldn't save him?"
"Exactly that. I knew, regardless if he made it back to Konoha or not, Hashirama Senju was going to die. And Tobirama knew that too. So, while the brothers had time to speak and give implicit goodbyes, I was on my own mission….to assassinate the Tsuchikage of Iwagakure."
Naruto awwed at this, his lips opening slightly in realization. "And you succeeded. And then you took full responsibility for your crime, so Iwagakure declared war on the hidden leaf village."
"Right on. And the war, which had eventually consisted of the world's greatest power, lasted for years. Call it what they want: The Konoha Wars, Madara Uchiha's Creation of darkness. But to me, it will always be the world."
"Because we live in war all the time." Naruto concluded in a whisper "So how did it all end?"
"Hashirama's organs were failing. One day, as I was feeding him, he asked me to stop the war. That he didn't like this new world.
"I told the other villages to thank Hashirama Senju for ending the war. And as my friend took his final breaths of peace, five armies were marching out of Konoha."
Madara hummed to signify the ending of his story.
"That has to be the greatest story of all time." Naruto stated excitedly. "You are the coolest person ever."
Madara crossed his arms over his chest., trying to deny that he liked talking to the kid. "You come from the orphanage, right?"
A nod. "The war I started possibly killed your parents, put you in the orphanage, and ruined your life. You're talking to me as if I'm a friend. I'm not. I'm the bad guy, kid."
At this, Naruto for once grew quiet. Madara wondered what the kid would do. Would he get up and fight Madara? He wanted having to kill the kid to not bother with him as much, but he couldn't deny that it would slightly hurt him.
Finally, Naruto shrugged. "Eh. You know there is no bad or good in this world, right?"
"How so? There are murderers, rapists, killers, and all other scum." Madara spoke in solemn.
"Good and evil are social constructs. The morality of wisdom, what I learned from reading is that 'good' can become 'evil' at any point in time. Like, why is killing generally immoral, but when wartime comes, not only is killing okay, but the more you kill the higher respect you have?"
Madara thought. "That is a good point, kid. Even I never thought of that."
"Because society made you believe you were evil. But, I'm sure Hashirama and Tobirama thought of you as good."
Madara only nodded and looked at the table deep contemplation. If he wasn't evil, what the hell was he? Men like him, killed and laughed, because after a while, when the world got used to it, they were afraid not to.
"I think you're awesome. You gave me food and clean clothes. Now, I don't know if you know about what's happening in Konoha right now. But, the village is weary. We don't trust our neighbors anymore."
The raven stared at the blond with a hard look. It wasn't necessarily a glare, but he was thinking.
"Plus I understand since your only bond was taken from you and you started the war. Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn."
Naruto had already jumped from the table when Madara's fist touched where the tan face once was.
Madara hummed and picked up the dishes. If the boy knew the house already, maybe Madara could let him stay. Plus if he had fast reflexes, he could teach him a few things.
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"So what is this place?" Naruto questioned scanning the underground field. "If you brought me here to kill me, I'm shocked. I thought we were bonding."
"We aren't, kid. And we may never. But, I would like to train you to defend yourself when you do leave. It seems appropriate and you're too skinny."
Naruto nodded as Madara got into a stance, ready to show him some form of hand-to-hand combat. "Alright, Kingpin-Sensei. Show me how it's done."
"First get into this stance. It's the best fighting stance and I've used it all my years."
They sparred for some time after Madara showed Naruto the basics. When they were finished, Madara decided that the ten year old was a great learner. Thus, he chose to sit him down so they could look through Madara's memory book.
"This here are some of the findings I captured about humankind. It was after the war and I was on the run."
Naruto squinted at the cursive writing. "What is this again? Your dream journal?" That earned him a punch to the head. "Sorry, I was joking."
"Don't, Naruto. These are serious theories."
"I know that. Some of them i've never even observed. In fact these are like sacred. Your own teachings. Hey, Kingpen-sensei?"
"Hm?"
Naruto gave him the longest look. "If you aren't in action anymore, if you retired from being the most notorious crime lord in history, what are you now?"
What was he? Madara had to think long and good for this one. He had millions of ryo from previous years. He didn't really go out unless to get food. He did nothing except….
"I'm a gardener. I take care of my garden."
Naruto smiled. "It's a small garden, but I like that you care in a city like this. So what do you want in life?"
"What do I want in life?"
"Yeah, dreams and all that good stuff."
"Nothing. To live." He wanted nothing. He wanted to live.
"That makes sense I guess. Do you…..do you feel like Hashirama is missing anything?"
"No. Hashirama is lucky. He got out good. He got out before killing out of wartime became a necessity, before discrimination came about, before the world was fucked. Hashi got out before getting out stopped being an option."
Naruto nodded and opened his mouth for a suggestion. Almost like he knew how to 'fix' something. "You should travel. Explore and see the world."
Madara shrugged and closed his book, handing it to Naruto to put up. "I don't like the world so much."
"Me neither, Kingpin, me neither."
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Days turned to weeks. Weeks became months. And eventually, during their year together, Madara Uchiha and Naruto Uzumaki had become a team.
They did more than train and study the world's occupants together. They would have tea meetings. Sometimes they went shopping, Naruto showed Madara a few basic pranks, they would wear large straws hats through the parks, playing 'I spy with my little eye.' Naruto was even allowed to take care of his garden and greenhouse.
Madara showed Naruto some of his teachings and even let him write in a journal after observing people on the streets. Naruto's theory, which Madara refused to admit he loved was, was 'a monster will always erect on two legs. His resemblance is of men and not a monster.'
Madara found that he enjoyed Naruto's company as well as life a little more. To him, Naruto was a mini Hashirama.
Currently, the two were sitting on a park bench, eating ice cream under their large hats in celebration of Naruto's passing birthday.
Feeling a stare, Naruto looked over the Madara who was staring as well, but not at him. Madara's face showed a small smile to someone further away.
Naruto directed his attention far across the bench, where most of the town's people stood. Right in the midst of the shoppers, was an older man, slightly younger than Madara.
His hair was a white-grey, spiky in all directions. His eyes were pointed, a daring crimson, but daringly beautiful. Those red eyes matched the three striped upon his face, chin and cheeks. His Konoha helmet was covering part of them.
Just as Naruto was to speak, a younger man, who Naruto would later call Hiruzen, walked up to the white haired man. "Hokage-sensei." He spoke, gaining the white haired man's attention.
"That man." Naruto spoke to Madara. "He was staring at you."
Madara laughed a little "Why, yes."
"Was he angry with you?"
Madara grew silent until he shook his head. "No, Naruto. All that's over now. Come let's go home."
As they walked, Naruto had a little skip in his step. "I came to another conclusion, sensei."
"What is that?"
"Did you ever think about how instead how unfair life was?"
"Plenty of times" They reached the house and Madara opened the gate for the."
"Well it is."
"I hope I'm not the asshole who told you it was. How did this come about, Minarai?"
"Hey!?"
The voice didn't belong to Naruto. It came from behind them. Turning, man and child stared at a blond woman, maybe forty years of age. Her blond hair in two ponytails and two men behind her.
At her appearance, Madara grimaced. "Tsunade Senju. Have you come back to haunt me?"
"You know her, sensei?"
"Of course. She is the granddaughter of Hashirama and a woman who tries to make her village happy. They want me in jail and she wants to amaze them."
At this, Naruto pulled out a few throwing knives and glared at the woman, getting into the famous Madara stance; However, he was roughly pulled behind and pressed into Madara's armor.
"If you want a final fight, I will give you one. But, if you touch this kid, I'll make sure you live painfully."
The woman shook her head. "I'm not here to fight someone who my grandfather claimed to be a good friend...and lover. No matter how fast I can have you arrested."
The Uchiha snorted. "I can kill you and the two men behind you now, and be out of Konoha in three hours with no trace I was even here."
"I'm not here to kill, fight, or arrest you." She stated with a growl. "But, you know if I leave and tell everyone that you're here, the whole town will be after….and they'll be after the kid too."
Madara tensed. How could he be so inconsiderate? If Naruto ever babbled about this, the town would scorn him. They would call him a demon child for being acquainted with Madara. Naruto would be hated.
"Sensei?"
He looked down toward the small voice. The blue eyes were staring up at him with a solemn innocence...but there was fire too. The fire willing to risk and maybe lose his life for Madara; his only adult bond in the world.
"Naruto, I must move." He stated.
Confusion. "What?"
"I have to move to another place in Konoha."
Processing, Naruto wanted to know why this was important information. "Where will I go then?" So the boy knew Madara wanted to keep him safe instead of on the run with him.
At this, attention was focused on Tsunade. "Tell me, Tsunade, don't you have an assassin organization brewing?"
This time, the hazel eyed woman tensed herself.
"I know everything. Naruto here has been being trained by me for an entire year. His training with me has been so intense and so focused, he could probably wound all three of you in ten minutes."
Naruto pointed to a tree nearby. "And there's another man in the tree. I can hear him breathing."
The man within the tree dropped down quietly and crossed his arms in approval. Madara smiled at Naruto. "Good job, Minarai."
To Tsunade again. "He'd be great for you. He's a brawler and he doesn't give up easily. If you don't want him in now, train him more. It'll be no use. He's too good. He knows all."
Tsunade thought for a moment. "Sure, I'll take the kid, but you have to leave Madara. Disappear and if I ever see you again, my assassins will take you down."
Madara and Naruto laughed at the same time. "I doubt that. I will have to give something the Naruto first."
Madara walked within a house and searched his compartment. When he walked from the home with a small sword and a book, Naruto's eyes widened.
Madara kneeled down and placed the book within Naruto's pack he normally carried around. "Our findings. These are your teachings, sensei."
"I know." The older man whispered back. "Ours. Let no one else see them." He placed the sword in Naruto's hands.
They examined its glory. A symbol of the past wars. It was red and shiny. "Sensei, this is your war sword."
"I've always wanted to give this to someone very dear to me. So here you go." Madara placed the sword into a sheath and placed it on the back of Naruto's armor pack.
Tsunade stamped a little. "Come on, kid. You have great things to do."
Madara stood and pressed Naruto's back against him, holding his shoulders as if they were taking portraits. "Hurt him, let him get hurt, and I will destroy everything and everyone you value."
The female Senju shivered at his dark gaze. "I won't hurt, kid."
"And take care of him." Madara let Naruto walk slowly to Tsunade and her men, watching as the men congratulated Naruto on his young strength and insight, rubbing his hair and patting his back.
"I will."
The five began to leave Madara's home as he watched Naruto go the whole way. When they were at a distance, Naruto dropped his pack to the ground, and begin running at full speed back to Madara.
Madara crouched on the ground and opened his arms, letting the eleven year old fall into them. "You're seriously the best person in the world. I want you to know that." Naruto whispered in tears.
"You are too, kid, you are too."
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Five months passed since Naruto's departure. Madara usually sat in his room all day, drinking tea with little to do. He was happier, however, than he was before Naruto came into his life.
Currently, he was sitting in the kitchen of his new home.
Creak.
Frowning, the man stood and went to his window. He had been hearing it for over five minutes now, and who could possibly be at his home on an early spring morning.
Looking out, the man froze. There in his new garden, stood Naruto Uzumaki, plucking weeds. Madara coughed and that is when the boy looked up. "Well, Sensei, are you going to let me in?"
Knowing the boy could hear him well, Madara laughed. "I was going to wait until you fell asleep." But, he went to the door anyway.
Naruto walked in and sat crossed leg before the small tea table, letting Madara fix him a cup. "I made sure no one followed. I just got done with my first mission and I wanted to tell you all about it."
Madara sat too and watched Naruto sip his sweet tea. The boy smiled with his eyes closed. "I miss this."
The older man sipped his own tea. "So you got my letter by bird."
"Of course. I figured we couldn't let each other go. We fight this world together, right, Sensei?"
"Hai, Minarai."
"We sent letters every week by bird. After missions, he would come and have tea with me."
Sasuke was still in his state of shock. The sword, with its blood red handle, was hanging up under glass in their home. Naruto never even talked about it. He just looked at it.
"Why hadn't Tsunade ever taken you to jail, then?"
"Naruto wouldn't let that happen. He keeps them off my trail. Everyone, even other villages wanted me dead. If they sent someone, he handled them."
"Why do you seemed so stoked on helping my husband? Why are you trying to save his life?" Sasuke demanded.
"Because he saved mine. And not because he continuously kept me from getting locked up. But, because he helped me live and remember how precious life is, no matter how tragic. "
Madara looked at his hands with a small smile. "And as we spoke through the our letters and he came to visit me after a mission, I realize it as little Naruto trying to save Madara's life."
Not a moment later, that smile was gone. The man crossed his arms and growled out "So do you want my help or not? Now that Naruto is taken, no one is coming by each spring after a mission to help with the garden. I could be home."
After a small moment of silence, Itachi nodded. His mistake was walking closer demanding things. "Fine, where is he then."
Without moving, Madara put up his hand, tensing everything. "I may be over sixty, but I still have it. Do you really think that I would still be labeled as the most dangerous man if I didn't? Do not trigger me. If I'm here to retrieve my apprentice, I will call the shots. Keep treating me like a threat, I will show you one.
"Now give me your best fighters and Naruto's Sasuke."
Sasuke nodded and walked to his room, a bit excited. Nashi was sitting up on the bed. "Nashi baby, you feel better?"
The little girl sniffed, but nodded with a smile. "I can breathe better mommy."
"Well guess what?"
"What?"
"Mommy's found daddy. I'm going to get him today."
Nashi blinked and stared for some time until she jumped and hugged Sasuke's around the neck. When his shoulder grew wet, he rubbed her back. "Aww, baby. Why are you crying?"
"Because I'm so happy." She croaked. "Thank you."
"Aww."
They comforted one another for a moment until Nashi pulled away and laid back down, wiping her blue eyes. "How long will you be gone this time, mommy?"
Sasuke gave a sad smile, not because it would take some time, but their situation had made Nashi realize the constant absence of both her parents. "I'll be back by tonight. So you have to wait up for us."
"I promise I will. But, you have to promise that you'll bring daddy back."
Sasuke grabbed her small hand and interlocked their pinkies. "I pinky promise."
They- Madara, Hinata, Shikamaru, Sasuke, Itachi, and Neji- had been traveling through the woods of Konoha for a few hours now and Sasuke couldn't believe how unaware he was. He was willing to search all around the world for Naruto, not even realizing the man could be right under his nose.
If he knew that four months ago,he wouldn't be afraid of how this reuniting would occur.
"I can't believe we didn't check Konoha itself." Neji spoke, voicing their disbelief. "Life just isn't fair."
Madara turned his direction. "No time to explain the 'how's.' Orochimaru's hideout is right before us. I think it'd be best if I went in and retrieved him. I'm quiet and I don't hesitate to kill."
They reached a wall and Madara began feeling around it. "I've been living longer than Orochimaru's mother was born, Kami have mercy on her soul for creating a snake like Orochimaru."
"We all kill, so are we not snakes as well?" Hinata questioned, watching as Madara's hand caught hold of something and the wall opened.
The old Uchiha laughed in return. "No. We admit our sins unlike him. Stay quiet." Madara tiptoed in, knife in his hand.
A silence ensued as the rest of them thought of the possibilities before them. Naruto being held captive for four months, how would he be?
Seconds turned to minutes and those minutes were long. Just as Sasuke spoke, Madara emerged with a tired looking Naruto on his back.
The blond had gotten bigger, in muscles. He didn't look a day old, however, and he looked well fed. Why would Orochimaru take care of him?
He grunted, causing Madara to let his apprentice down. Still, the Uchiha held Naruto's back as he stood on his own.
Neji was the first person to move. "Naruto." He hugged his friend tightly. "You're alive."
When the Uzumaki smiled, everyone else moved forward too, happy to have their friend back. They reunited, laughing and smiling with no care in the world.
Sasuke stepped forward. "Naruto." He spoke in a hushed tone.
Had he been paying attention, he would have noticed the way his husband's shoulders tensed and how jumpy he grew. But, Sasuke was too happy. Too happy to see him again.
He smiled and just as he got close enough, strong tan hands wrapped around his neck, taking the air from him rapidly. "N-na-naruto." He spoke, staring into the man's eyes. They fell upon the ground together
They're a dark blue now, a new form of hatred. Sasuke couldn't hear the yelling around them. All he could hear were the words spitting from Naruto's lips.
"You bitch, you fucking murderer, snake."
Naruto moved in and out of him, staring into his eyes with lust. "Oh, Sasuke. I fucking love you."
Sasuke buried his face in his husband's chest, scratched at his shoulders, and bit on them softly. "I love you too, Naruto."
It felt good to him. Naruto atop him felt so great. He was on cloud nine in a bliss that he enjoyed. Another reality.
The blond man smiled and kissed his sweaty forehead, pushing and pulling softer now, showing Sasuke a gentle boat. "I fucking love you with my life. And I would never hurt you. I protect you, baby."
But, that wasn't real now.
When his vision grew blurry, Naruto was grabbed away from him roughly by Itachi. It still wasn't enough to take the blond down. With all his strength he flipped back up and their friends tensed.
Itachi ran up first, only to be lifted by the throat and thrown into a nearby tree. There was a sharp cry of pain and Sasuke's inhaled sharply.
Seeing himself as a threat, Naruto kicked Hinata sharply in the face, making her nose instantly bleed. He punched Shikamaru and threw the man roughly into Neji.
Just as he pulled out a knife and ran over to his nearly unresponsive husband, Madara pulled the blond back, not letting him struggle much. As he pulled Naruto back away from Sasuke and into the woods, Sasuke heard the words of hate.
"Sasuke Uchiha is a monster like they said, Madara. He killed my best friend Kabuto, and made my own daughter believe that she was birthed by him. He's a snake. I don't know why they were defending him to begin with. I have...I have to kill him. That's what they said."
Then they were gone. Neji rubbed at his bruised hand and helped whoever was closest to him; Itachi still crying in pain due to his back.
Hinata's nose was bleeding and Shikamaru's eye was already turning a nasty purple. He was breathing hard because seconds ago, he was going to kill his own best friend for what he'd become.
"What just happened?" Someone whispered in agony.
Sasuke said nothing. Naruto's hands weren't around his own neck. And he couldn't feel them anymore. He had already caught his breath. But, Sasuke was still clutching his throat, to cover himself from clutching his twisting heart; still having a hard time breathing.
So Madara really raised and trained Naruto. No, Tobirama did not set Madara up to get caught by Tsunade. even then Tobirama was protecting Mada since he saved his brother before it was too late. I made the first hokage Hashirama's father. I tried to be original. And yes, I did kind of make Hashirama and Madara secret lovers.
The reason Tsunade was scared due to Naruto being taken hostage was due to the fact she was remembering the promise Madara made he make. He would destroy her if he got hurt.
Madara is very dear to Naruto and vice versa. They hold an extremely strong bond and I hope you guys kind of get why.
It's weird having Naruto as a hero in my other fic and then having him hit Sasuke in here, trying to kill him. They actually broke Naruto so now he hates Sasuke and remembers nothing about him, but bad things. That's why Orochimaru just let Madara take Naruto so easily, becaue he wanted Naruto to kill Sasuke.
Shikamara is scared and he feels weak. He didn't even have the strength to kill Naruto, failing him and not upholding his promise. Even if he was strong enough, Shikamaru wouldn't have done it.
I hope it gets better for Sasuke. :(
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