To hate would have been easy, so terribly easy and the temptation was always there beckoning to him and offering a form of relief he could not find in life at this time. He couldn't bring himself to though, and sometimes he wondered if it were yet another fault of his gentle heart one that he was certain was broken almost beyond repair by now. Sometimes he cursed it for the pain it brought him, its mere existence bringing him suffering and leaving him divided to the point he felt like two separate people lived inside him. So far he had managed to keep it together, but that could change at any given time, change just as it did for the man that now held him in his iron-clad grip.
"Pain is what keeps you able to live, even if it drives you into madness."
May the gods take him before he knew the darkness that consumed Madara. Hearing the venom practically dripping from the man's voice and feeling the darkening of his chakra made his skin crawl and he did his best to keep his breathing calm and steady along with his heart. It was no easy feat, not when he felt the other man's hot breath rolling over his skin as he spewed forth his hate-filled words.
"I have told you once before, forget that petty village. They are not of your concern nor is my stained past."
Those words were the only warning that he received before a blinding pain filled him and his entire body went rigid, his breath hitching in his throat. A choked cry of pain came in automatic response as he felt the elder male's teeth sink into the tender flesh of his neck, breaking through his skin and drawing blood. His hands automatically raised the fingers of one curling around the wrist of the hand placed upon his shoulder, while the other clenched tightly forcing his nails to bite into the skin of his own palm.
Kami was the man strong.
As the pain ripped through his body his eyes shifted of their own accord to their sharingan state, a natural response to the attack. Teeth clenching together tightly he managed to stifle any further cries, his muscles tensing as he felt Madara continue to mercilessly tear into his flesh. He was just like a mad beast and for a time he forgot that any form of decency or humanity might have lurked within his heart, questioning if this one was simply too far gone. There had to be some limit.
"It would be wise to hold your tongue on these matters. Child. This is no longer just a game."
Released from the agonizing bite the prodigy managed to pull away slightly, his eyes briefly meeting that of the other man and all he saw reflected in them was darkness. With that darkness only pain and suffering awaited he knew and he did not know if he could bring Madara back from it although he would try. All he could really do now was try and if that failed he would just have to prepare himself for whatever new torture awaited him.
"Forgive me Madara-sama, I was foolish." He bowed his head, offering no resistance in the hopes that the man would see that there was no fun in attacking someone that did not fight back. "You are right. I shall be wiser in the future, this I promise you."