So this was a quick update. I was feeling really inspired. You guys might get another soon since I'm out of school again tomorrow.
By the time Hashirama was in front of his house, Madara had composed himself. He wasn't shaking and no tears were falling down the sides of his cheeks. If anything, he was angry. Mostly at himself, but also just at the world. He was strong! He was Madara Uchiha! He had been called a prodigy, a genius. Yet he couldn't save himself from unwanted touches. He had been saved like some damsel in distress. It took a hit on his pride, and it hurt him down to his bones. He put his feet on the ground, stepping out of Hashirama's hold. Hashirama pulled out a kunai and slashed the rope binding Madara's hands.
Madara couldn't even muster up words; let alone look Hashirama in the eyes. He stepped inside his house and immediately went upstairs to his room. He slammed the door and let the tears flow. He started punching the wall. "I am not weak! I'm strong. I'm an Uchiha. I'm strong..I'm strong!" he repeated. He kept assaulting the wall until there was a hole and he was shaking. "I'm not some damsel, I'm Madara Uchiha," he choked through his sobs. He fell on the floor, holding his knees to his chest.
"Father, why did you leave me behind? Do you hate me that much? So much that you would leave me all alone?" he said bitterly. "I hate him. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!" He snarled his nose. "'Madara, don't act like a faggot! Quit your sniveling!' he would say. 'Do you want to be whipped? Man up!' he says," Madara mocked. He placed his head in his knees. He didn't really hate Tajima. His relationship was strained after the death of his elder brothers, but he didn't hate him. He feared him, but that was to be expected. Tajima Uchiha was not kind to anyone.
Madara pushed himself up and practically dragged himself to the shower. He turned the water on hot and stripped his clothes. He stepped inside and started scrubbing himself. He felt dirty. He didn't like the feeling. It wasn't pleasant for him. He scrubbed his skin until he was red all over and turned the water off. He looked into the mirror. He noticed the blue-purple place on his cheek. He probed at it with his fingers and flinched. It hurt but he was sure the nothing was broken. He had experienced that before, and a broken cheek would hurt much more. Other than his face, nothing else was damaged. He wrapped a towel around his waist and hurried back to his room. He slipped on clean briefs and climbed into his bed, hiding under his covers. It was early for him to sleep, but he didn't feel like doing anything else.
The next morning, he woke up to light shining in from his window. The side of his face somehow managed to be sore and numb at the same time. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and kicked off his covers from on top of him. He hadn't slept well. His dreams were full of nightmares. That wasn't anything new to him. He had always had nightmares often. In fact, one of the most common ones was him being trapped in a white room. There was no door, no window, and he could never see where the wall touched the floor. It kept growing smaller and smaller until he couldn't breathe. At that point, he usually wakes up, but on his off nights, he could feel his bones crunching inside the room.
He stood up and dressed himself in loose fitting, comfortable clothes. He opens his door and lightly shuts it. He tiptoed down the stairs and took a look at Hashirama. He was asleep on the couch, lightly snoring and his mouth was open slightly. He turned and walked into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and rummaged through it until he found a juice box and an apple. He shut the door behind him with his foot. He almost dropped his juice when he turned to see Hashirama standing by the door.
"Good morning."
"...Morning," Madara mumbled. He tried to sneak by but Hashirama stopped him.
"Are you...alright?"
Madara clenched the apple in his hand. He took a step back before looking Hashirama in his eyes. "Why?"
"I just wanted to kno-"
"Not that. Why did you help me? I've done nothing but give you a hard time."
"Why? Because no body deserves to be treated like that. It's also because I consider you a friend, you know. I like you. You have always been in my head. Ever since the day that we first met. I went there everyday for months just to see you again. Truth is, Madara, I've been waiting to see you again."
After discovering Hashirama was a Senju, he had stayed away from the woods. He didn't go back until about three years ago. He noticed the scratch marks on the trees. They seemed to be enough for many months. But the thought that Hashirama had made those never crossed his mind.
Madara stared at him, dumbfounded. "We met once. I don't see why you would come back so many times."
"I wanted to see you again, and until now, I never managed to do that. I never even knew your name. But here you are."
Madara looked away from him, a look of pain passed through his eyes. His father had literally beat into him that he needed to stay away. So that's what he did. That's why he never showed up or tried to communicate with him.
Hashirama put his forehead against Madara's. "I'm right here. I'm here with you. So please, don't push me away."
Madara's face turned red. "Right now, you're much too close, Senju."
"I'm more than just 'Senju' you know."
"I know."