I'm going to warn you. There is attempted rape in this chapter. I've marked where it begins so you don't have to read it.

Chapter 5

It had been about two weeks now since Madara had been forced to stay in his house. Not that the situation was any better. Today Butsuma wanted to bring him in for questioning about something or another. Not that he would be able to provide much information, nor would he even if he did know anything.

He stripped and turned on the shower. His ribs were more prominent now. He had never been on the heavy side, as he had always stayed slim because of his training. But for the last two weeks, he really hadn't been eating as well as he should be. His schedule usually consisted of him sleeping the day away with very little in between sleeping.

Once his mother had mentioned to him that his aunt had done the same when her husband didn't come back from a battle. However, his mother had been there to help her through it. He refused to believe even for a second that there was anything wrong with him. After all, he wasn't his aunt, right?

After the time in the kitchen, he had made it clear to Hashirama that he needed space. He was even nice about it. If he had to stay here, then Madara needed his boundaries. He was never a people person to begin with. Even Izuna, his little brother, had known that Madara need space. And plenty of it.

He felt the water pour over his hair and shoulders, then down his back. He took soap and started washing his hair. He wasn't cleaning up because of the questioning, he was cleaning up because what if the villagers seen him? If he looked like he had given up, what hope would they have? After all, he was technically the Uchiha heir.

He rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist and picked up a hair brush. He began brushing his long locks so that they would at least be some what tame. If he got knots in his hair, it was near impossible to get them out because of how thick and untameable his hair was. He pushed himself up and started back to his bedroom.

All the sudden, he felt dizzy. It hit him quick and sent him falling into the floor. He groaned and placed his head between his knees. Madara took a deep breathe and forced himself up, clutching on to the walls. He took a few steps forward before his eyes rolling back and fell to the ground.

Hashirama heard a loud thump from upstairs, so he started up the steps. "Madara-kun, are you-" he started. He noticed him on the floor. He walked over and bent over. He picked Madara up and carried him into his room. Madara stirred awake and opened his eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"You passed out. It could be due to stress. Actually, that's the most likely reason."

Hashirama placed him down on his bed. "I'm staying here, and there's no questioning it. What if you pass out again?"

"I'm not some damsel in distress, dumb ass! Nor am I dressed, so get out!"

"I'll turn around."

"The hell you will! Get out!"

"No. You don't get a choice right now. What if you get hurt?"

Madara rolled his eyes as he stood up. "My world isn't spinning anymore, so get out, Senju."

"Don't fight with me over this. You won't win this time."

"Fuck off, Senju!" he hissed. He walked over to his closet and pulled out his casual outfit and started dressing himself.

"You know, I really don't like having to hover over you. Unfortunately, that's my job. Can't we just get along?"

"...I want to know something. I know that you've been updated. I've seen you hold letters. Where is my father?"

"Tajima is... Well, in all fairness, this is the reason you're being watched. I shouldn't tell you, but I will. He's gone into hiding with many men. You're the leverage."

"This is humorous," Madara muttered bitterly. He finished dressing and turned to face him. "Do you honestly think for one second that Tajima cares of his sons? If you do, you're a fool."

"You're the heir, Madara Uchiha. Of course he does. Who else would take over after he's gone?"

"That matters not to him. Father's whore might have been a better hostage than I. My mother as well. But Izuna and I were never favored."

"I suggest you not bring this up. I don't want you to die just yet."

"Then this is my leverage, I suppose. What a twist."

Madara's vision blurred as he tumbled forward, landing on the floor. "I told you to not argue with me. See why?" Hashirama scooped him up and placed him on his bed. "Stay here. Rest. I'll come back when it's time to leave. It's still early."

Several hours later, Hashirama walked in with a plate of food. "Here. Eat, and then we can leave."

Madara picked at the food. It was miso soup, a rice ball, and a boiled egg with tea to drink. He finished it quickly and stood on his feet. "I'm done."

"Come on, then. The barrier is down already. I'm sorry to have to do this, but I have to tie your hands. It's precautionary." Madara sneered at him and held out his hands.

"What, you couldn't handle me not tied up?" Hashirama tied the rope around Madara's hands, but made sure to not tie it too tightly.

Hashirama pulled him out of his room by his shoulders. When they were in front of the door, Madara stepped outside and let out a sigh of relief. It felt nice to be out of the house. He did notice that the air was slightly cooler than the last time he was out. The other difference was that he saw none of the villagers outside of their homes. Not even his aunt, whose garden supplied half the village with fresh food. It seemed empty.

Hashirama guided him to the center of town. His father's office was in the building here, and it was on top of of a small cell block only meant for major crimes.

Only once had the Uchihas ever used those cell blocks. A few years ago, they had locked up his estranged cousin. He had murdered three out of pure curiosity, putting everyone in over-protection mode. When he was caught, he was immediately put in the cells. He hadn't heard about him since, so he assumed that he was executed.

He stepped inside the familiar building. When he was much younger, he would sometimes come and greet his father after he was done with his meetings. Once he had been able to sit in on a meeting, and at the time, it made him feel like he was fully matured.

But now, Butsuma Senju sat at his father's desk, looking bored until Hashirama walked inside.

"I thought you were never going to come."

"Uchiha-san was sick. I told him to rest before we came."

"How kind. Leave. I'll send someone after you when I'm done."

Hashirama bowed and backed out of the door. A thought crossed Madara's mind. Butsuma was intimidating to his son, just like Tajima was to him.

"My son is much too soft. I'm sure you've noticed. But nevertheless, let's get started." Butsuma walked over to Madara and placed a fingered under his chin.

"Don't touch me, Senju," he spat. Butsuma gripped his chin and cheeks in a way that would surely leave bruises.

"So tell me, Madara Uchiha. Where is Tajima?"

"How would I know?" A punch to his face sent him falling to his knees.

"Don't take that attitude with me, Uchiha-scum! You will tell me!"

"I don't know!"

"And I don't believe you. You must have some idea of where they have went off to, do you not?"

"Not a clue," Madara muttered.

Butsuma took hold of his hair and dragged him over to the wall, forcing him to stand on his tiptoes. "You're lying to me."

"I'm...not. I do not know. Even if I did, I would never tell you!"

"Is that a confession?"

"It is not. I don't know."

"I suggest you start talking, or things might get...uncomfortable for you," Butsuma said, letting his free hand slip down his Madara's crotch.

"I am no woman! Get your filthy hands off of me!"

"You are quite the looker, however. I've heard many things about you, you know. How you and Daddy would disappear for days at a time."

"Do not speak of my father like that! He would never be so vulgar!"

"I've heard many whispers about wanting you in bed- both men and women. Right here in your own village."

"What are you trying to achieve?"

"Who knows? If you want protection, then I suggest you start talking..Otherwise," Butsuma moved his hand back to his cheek and moved his head so that he was looking at a guard. "I might let my friend over there have you."

"I do not fear you, Butsuma Senju."

Start

Butsuma moved his mouth next to Madara's ear and whispered, "You should." He nodded at the guard. "He's all your's."

The guard took hold of him and pressed up against him. Madara clenched his teeth as the guard groped him. "Let go of me." The guard's hand moved so that it was right between his skin and the fabric of his pants. "No! Stop!" He kicked backwords, hitting his leg multiple times. "Don't touch me!"

"I told you. Tell me where Tajima is, and you won't have to go through this."

"I don't know! I don't know where my father is!"

The guard stood up and smacked Madara across the face before pulling down his pants. Madara squirmed and a few tears fell. He watched as Butsuma sat back and lounged in the chair.

The door suddenly opened and Hashirama walked in, wide-eyed. "What the fuck are you doing? Father!"

"Hashirama, leave."

"I will not stand by! Senju are not that low!" Hashirama retorted before shoving the guard off of Madara and pulled up his pants.

"Take him, then. You are soft, Hashirama. I'm ashamed."

Hashirama scooped up Madara in his arms and left.