So, I thought I would try using Tobirama's POV for the first part of the fanfic. Tell me if you like this, and I might do it more often.
Tobirama had a wet cloth in his hand and his free hand gripped Madara's chin. Blood had dried from when Butsuma had stuck him, and he was blotting the blood. Gently, though, gently. He didn't want the idiot to wake up again and start being irritating.
His father along with the other men were probably at the local bar trying to get laid. After all, they had been gone for at least a month from the village. The Senjus were honestly in much greater number than the Uchiha, and rather than a small village, it was more like a city where they lived.
Hashirama was probably there by now, wondering when they would arrive. He had noticed how his nii-san felt about this Uchiha, and he wouldn't be surprised if Butsuma did as well. Perhaps that's why he had bedded the Uchiha, to try to tell him that any relationship with Madara would end badly. Or perhaps he had too much to much sake and had decided he wanted revenge for seducing his brother.
He didn't regret it, however. Why should he? Madara was just a slave, technically. He could do as he pleased with him, and he had no right to say 'no'. He had tricked Madara into sex twice now, but he didn't know about the second time. He also hadn't told Hashirama about the first time. The second time, Hashirama had left the village early. He had to deliver a message, and Butsuma had ordered him to stay and wait for them at home.
Tobirama wrung out the washrag and dumped the water into the bathroom sink. He shut the door and sat in the chair across the room by the window. It was night time now. Everything was still in the dark. Lights were flicking off and the streets were abandoned.
An hour later, the door slammed opened and his father stumbled in the room drunk. Butsuma walked over to Madara, who had woken up from the door being slammed. "You know, don't you?"
Switching back to Madara's POV
Madara raised an eyebrow and crinkled his nose. Butsuma's breathe smelled like the bottles of liquor his mother kept. "Do I know what?"
"Don't play stupid. I know Misoka Uchiha passed through here with your brother."
"I did not know."
"Liar. Don't fucking lie to me!" Butsuma hissed. "I know that medic told you! But that's okay. I know, too. Why don't we take a detour tomorrow? Let's find little brother and mommy, why don't we?"
"I think you have had too much to drink, old man."
"You think you're clever, don't you, Uchiha? I'll kill them right in front of you, I will."
A surge of anger swept through Madara as his Sharingan appeared, and Butsuma had the misfortune of looking into his eyes. "Do not ever threaten my baby brother or mother," he hissed. Seconds later, Butsuma fell to the ground and Madara had blood dripping from his right eye. Tobirama ripped cloth from his sleeve and avoided Madara's gaze as he hurried to tie it around Madara's head, knotting it in his hair.
"He will not wake."
"He will."
"He will not."
"He will!"
"Tobirama Senju, you will strike a bargain with me. You will or he will die right there. He will not wake."
Ten minutes passed before Tobirama answered. "Very well."
"You unbind me, and I will undo it. I will leave. You won't follow me. That is what will happen."
"Fine."
He felt the binds loosen around his hands and they fell off. He ripped the cloth from around his head, ripping out part of his hair that was knotted in it. His sharingan flashed once before his eyes turned onyx. "It's done."
Madara opened the door and left the room, running down the corridor and out of the door. He didn't trust Tobirama to keep his end of the deal. Even if he did, Butsuma knew where he was going. He just hoped that he would make it to his mother and brother first. Hopefully his fever wouldn't act up, that would delay him.
Hopefully they wouldn't still be there and had met up with his father. Either way, he would do whatever he had to do to give them a head start. If Butsuma knew where they were, it wouldn't be long before he went after them.
He estimated that they were only about a day's travel away. The mountain wasn't that far away, and as long as he followed the river, it should lead him straight to them.
A day and a half later, Madara had arrived at the mountain's edge. The river pooled into a pond, and a cave was formed in the mountain. He walked around the pond until he was by the cave's entrance. He stepped inside. "Mother? Izuna?"
No answer.
He walked further inside until the smell of blood hit his nose. "Mom! Izuna, where are you?" When he finally seen the back of the cave, he felt sick to his stomach. His mother was sprawled out on the floor of the cave in a pool of half-dried blood. "Mother.." He walked over to the corpse and felt tears welling up in his eyes. "What happened?" He noticed a blanket in the corner and moved it so that it draped over his mother.
"Nii-san, is that you?"
"Izuna!"
Madara jumped up and wrapped his arms around his brother. "Nii-san! You escaped!" Izuna's hands wrapped around his waist and he buried his face in Madara's chest. "Nii-san.."
"Izuna, what happened?"
"I don't know..A clan that I haven't seen before attacked us..They called themselves the 'Hyugga' clan. Mom fought, but she was hurt.. And.." Madara could feel the warm wetness of tears through his shirt and held on to Izuna tighter. "I didn't know what to do, she passed away yesterday."
"It's going to be o.k. I promise. But you have to listen to me. First, let's bury mother. After that, I will explain what you must do."
Izuna nodded and pushed away. "Let's do it beside the pretty oak tree by the pond. I think she would like that."
Both of them started digging immediately. With their hands. With sticks. Anything they could use to dig with. They worked silently, not speaking to each other. What would they say? They were burying their mother, after all. This wasn't supposed to happen until much later, when they were grown with children of their own. Unfortunately, fate had decided to end their mother sooner than later. Once the hole was deep enough, Madara carried the body over and placed it inside. Gently, though, gently. As if she were asleep. As they pushed the dirt back in the hole and packed it tightly, Madara transplanted patches of grass over the area so that the grass would grow back.
"You will not want to hear this, Izuna. But you must run."
"Nii-san, come with me!"
"I cannot. The Senju know where I was headed."
"No..You can't leave me!"
"I must. Do you understand? You have to survive. Find father. Track him down. How hard will it be to find a whole clan?"
"Then you can, too!"
"I will stay. When they ask what what happened, I will tell them you died. That I buried you with mother. You will be safe."
"Nii-san.."
"Go. They will be here soon. Leave in the opposite direction. Once you are far gone, wait for two days before backtracking. Find father. Can you do this?"
"Yes, Madara-nii."
"Now leave. You can find food and shelter in the wilderness. You have been taught that much."
Izuna hugged Madara tightly. "Nii-san, I will see you again, right?"
"Yes. I escaped once, I can do it again. There is no more time, do you understand?"
Izuna bowed his head and took a few steps back before running in the opposite direction of Madara.