This chapter is a bit late. I apologize. I honestly didn't have much inspiration with this chapter, so yes, it does suck pretty badly. I can't do much about that.

As the feeling started to return to his limbs, Madara used his desk to help pull himself to his feet. He cringed and let out a soft groan. Tobirama hadn't lied. He was sore and it did not feel great to be on his feet. He stumbled over to his bed and stripped it down to the mattress. What if Hashirama thought he was a whore and hated him? He wiped away the tears from his cheeks as he got to work in cleaning up the mess that had been left. He piled up the sheets and started taking them downstairs. He walked over to the fireplace and shoved the defiled sheets inside it. "Fire Ball Jutsu!" He used the poker to make sure that the cloth didn't fall out. A knock sounded on the door and it opened.

"Hashi-" He turned around, expecting to see Hashirama. Instead, it was Butsuma Senju.

"It's your lucky day. I've heard through the grapevine that Tajima and his men are on my doorstep."

Madara took a few painful steps backwards. He clenched his teeth so that he wouldn't let out a cry. Two more Senju stepped inside behind Butsuma, who walked towards Madara. "There, there. Don't bother running. It won't work," he said. "Secure him."

Madara's sharingan activated and caught one of the men in his jutsu. The man fell to the ground after just a few seconds. "Do not touch me!"

"So you do use genjutsu. I've never witnessed you fight using it. Not flashy enough, Uchiha-scum?"

"If you want him," Madara pointed to the collapsed man, "to ever wake again, I just you back off."

Butsuma's face turned red, and he expected him to charge, but instead he laughed. "A child is making demands of me."

Madara used this chance to turn tail and run, using his chakra to speed himself up. This time, he didn't care about destroying the house. He just had to get out of the house. There were two exits, not counting the windows. One in the kitchen and the other as you first walk into the house.

Butsuma appeared in front of him and Madara used his body as a kick-off so that he flew backwards. "Do you honestly think you can escape? Madara Uchiha, you are outclassed. Your potential is great, but you have much work left."

"You know not of my potential."

"I know of your chakra. I can already tell it has passed your father's maximum. Yet, you're still growing."

Madara turned around and Butsuma somehow appeared in front of him again. "However, your speed does not yet match mine." Butsuma punched him in the ribs, sending him down on the floor. He coughed up blood and felt the scab on his lip open again, staining his clothes. "Madara Uchiha, I have plans for you. You will only wish you were dead when I finish with you." With that, he kicked Madara in the soft spot right below his ear. Madara's eyes rolled back in his head as he fell on his back.

A few hours later, Madara woke up. His eyes were once again covered and his hands were in shackles. A gag was in his mouth. He jerked at the shackles, trying loosen them. "There's no use in doing that."

He immediately knew the voice. It was Tobirama. He snarled and started jerking even harder at the shackles. "They have seals on them. And anyway, you'll be released soon enough. Tajima and dad are at a standoff."

"Right on cue, I hear someone."

"Tobirama, your father wants you on the battlefront. I'll take care of the Uchiha."

"Nii-san, be wise in your decisions," Tobirama said before slamming the door shut.

Madara heard a door slam and felt hands on his face. The blindfold and gag were taken off. "I can't undo the shackles.. I don't know this seal."

"I wouldn't want you to," Madara said. "You're going to be a great leader one day. Never put that at risk, do you understand me?"

"As are you! Madara Uchiha, you are both beautiful and powerful." Hashirama pressed his lips against Madara's and kissed him.

"Hashirama, don't..I'm disgusting."

"You are not."

"What's happening out there?"

"It's the start of a battle. Tajima wants you."

"How long would that last?" Madara snorted. "He will not be so bold. He will back off."

"Do you think so?"

"He's headstrong. Bold seems like it would be his style, but in this case, he may use his head instead."

"What makes you so sure?"

"I am his son. I share much too many traits with him."

"Madara Uchiha, you are kind-hearted, hot-headed, intelligent, vigilant, cocky, beautiful.."

"As was he before my brothers died. We all change, Hashirama."

"You're not your father."

Before Madara had a chance to say anything, the door opened and Butsuma walked in. "I need you to leave. Find your brother." He waited until the door slammed as Hashirama left. "I guess it's true that you've seduced my son."

"I don't know what you mean."

"I believe that you do. But I am not here to indulge in an argument. You are coming with me." Butsuma picked up the blindfold and wrapped it around Madara's eyes, knotting it tightly twice. The shackles were released and clipped so that they were behind his back. He pulled him up the steps and took him east.

As they got closer, the voices got louder. "Where is Tajima now?"

"Getting closer. Our sensors tell us that he's less than half a mile away. There are almost 20 others with him."

"Good. Let him come to us."

It wasn't long before he heard the voices quiet down and he could sense the familiar chakra of his father. He was pushed to the ground with a foot on his neck. "How wonderful to see you once again, Tajima." As expected, there was no answer. "Here's how this is going to go down. You're going to leave, or I'm going to kill your son and burn down your village."

"Burn the damn village. I want my people and my son."

"I'm keeping this one," Butsuma said, gesturing to Madara. "The rest of them are all your's, Uchiha-scum."

Madara picked his head up and looked at the general location of his father. He gave a small nod, internally begging him to take the rest of the people.

For the slightest moment, you could see the anger in his eyes. He snarled his nose and looked away. "Very well." He signaled for his group of men to collect the rest of the villagers.

Butsuma yanked Madara up by his hair and tossed him to one of the guards. "Return him to where he was. Double the seals. Make the barrier impenetrable," he whispered. "I know Tajima will come back for his heir."

Hands wrapped around Madara's shoulders, guiding him away. He felt eyes on his back and he shifted uncomfortably. He felt the sharp pain of a needle in his shoulder before he collapsed on the ground.