Madara could feel them following behind him, despite leading them off in another direction in an attempt to lose them. He felt the anger rise in his chest as he skidded into a stop. He turned to face them. At least he led them away from his mother and Izuna. If he got injured, he had still led them away. Both brothers came into view as Madara waited. "Why do you pursue me? I only wish to keep harm away from my mother and little brother."
"You are our target. Not them," Hashirama said. A look of shock passed through his eyes before his eyes hardened and he took up a battle stance. "There is no need to spill blood if you surrender, Madara Uchiha."
"I will not surrender to a Senju!" Madara hissed as he used his Fire Ball jutsu. His sharingan flared, waiting for their next move. The silver-haired one, Tobirama if he recalled, started engaging him in close combat, skillfully avoiding his gaze. As he was pushed backwards, he was surprised when he felt something restraining his legs. As he peered down, he recognized it as wood. It started to quickly restrain his arms and waist and finally his neck so that he couldn't move an inch.
"That was a simple strategy. I'm surprised that it worked so well," Hashirama commented as he walked closer to Madara. He pulled out a long strip of cloth and used his hands to feel where he placed it as he secured it around Madara's eyes.
"If you wish to kill me, then kill me! Do not humiliate me, you coward!" Madara snapped, preparing for the worst.
"You are not dying today. Unless you so wish it, but I would not suggest it less you want your brother to take your place," Hashirama threatened, sending a shiver down his back. Madara opened his mouth to make a remark before thinking better of it. He shut his mouth and waited.
For the first time since he was a child, he felt completely helpless. Was this how his brothers felt when the Senju tortured them? Or perhaps they were much braver than him. Perhaps they looked straight ahead without a cloud of fear hovering around them. He felt a stinging pinch on his forearm. A surprised cry escaped his mouth as he felt the effects almost immediately. "What did you inject into me?!"
"Relax. It's just going to knock you out for a little while," Hashirama soothed. He could feel a hand near his cheek, moving strands of hair away from his face. He could feel his entire body weakening as the serum entered his bloodstream. His eyes started to droop and his muscles involuntarily started relaxing. There wasn't any reason to fight it, so he just gave in. It wasn't like he was able to go anywhere at the moment. He let slumber take over him.
When he stirred, his arms were tied behind his back and his right cheek was pressed against the stone flooring. "Have you waken up, then?" Madara shifted so that he was facing the Senju. He groaned as he was pulled onto his knees. A hand moved the blindfold covering his eyes, and he let out a sharp cry. His mother and Izuna were lying in front of him. They weren't moving.
"Mother! Izuna! No!" Madara started to scream and fight against his restraints. Butsuma took him by his hair and jerked his head back so that his head was looking straight ahead. He took Madara by the chin.
"Do you see them? It's a shame you didn't see their deaths," Butsuma said. Madara felt tears forming and starting to fall down his cheeks.
"Why did you kill them? They were no threat to you," Madara said as a sob escaped his throat. He shut his eyes so that he wouldn't have to look at them.
"They were in my way," Butsuma said. He moved his hand to Madara's cheek and his thumb rubbed in small circles. "But I have a use for you. You only need to be honest with me."
Madara shifted away from him. "Get your hands off of me!" He started to shake. Whether it was fear or anger or mixture of the two, he couldn't tell. He opened his eyes as tears started dripping down his face. He didn't hold them back. What was the use? He was already in the damn Senju's grasp. What more could he do?
"I wonder if you remember your brothers," Butsuma commented. He started to stroke the Uchiha's long, silk hair. "They were fighters. I was impressed by their determination. Even as they waited for death, not once did they beg nor cry." Madara's lip started quivering and he struggled to move away. "You, on the other hand, are not the fighting type, are you?"
"You make wrong assumptions about me," Madara said. He squeezed his eyes shut again to avoid looking at the two corpses in front of him. He couldn't bare it.
"You, however, are quite the beauty to behold. I realized it when I released you as a child, and I realize now just how correct I am. You, Madara Uchiha, are going to be useful indeed," Butsuma said. He stood up, pulling the Uchiha to his feet with him.
"Do not treat me like some whore! I am Madara Uchiha- heir to the Uchiha clan!" Madara retorted. Butsuma glanced upon him, obviously amused by his response. He thoughtlessly wiped away a tear with his thumb.
"Is that so? What an endearing thought," Butsuma started. His hand started to twist painfully in Madara's hair, jerking him into arching his back. Before the Uchiha could respond, he continued. "Your father has retreated for now. The Uchiha village is taken over. What could I possibly do with you?"
"You will do what you see fit and nothing else," Madara replied offhandedly. "Whatever you vile Senju will do, you will make an example out of me. Or am I wrong?" He didn't fear death. He was no longer a child who was able to fear things such as death.
"You are certainly not wrong. How should I start, I wonder? Perhaps I could allow my men to enjoy themselves with you," Butsuma moved his hand down to sit on Madara's waist. "Or perhaps I will just leave to the nearest village and sell you. There is not a worser fate than that for an Uchiha."
"You will do what you wish. I will not play this game with you," Madara said. A second barely passed before he felt the white-hot sting across his face, sending him tumbling down to the floor. He felt warm liquid dribbling down his chin.
"Do not get smart with me! I will not take such insolence from you!" Butsuma said. He kicked him just below his ribs and a cry erupted from his mouth.
"How far you have fallen that you would kick a tied up foe," Madara spat the blood from his mouth. He was yanked back on his feet and Butsuma moved his mouth close to Madara's ear.
"I have fallen none. But that matters not. It's time to say 'Good night'," Butsuma said. He pulled a syringe similar to what Hashirama used on him earlier. He pushed Madara against the wall and pushed down his sleeve, exposing his shoulder. He pushed the needle inside him and injected the serum. He pulled it out and tossed it aside. Madara started slipping down the wall with his eyes starting to close.
"You're going to regret it."