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Madara had spent the last hour picking flowers and dumping them on the burial site. He sat on the ground with his legs crossed and started braiding the flowers together and lining the grave. "Mother, what am I going to do? Did I do the right thing? I sent Izu away, but he'll be safe, right?" he whispered. Tears started dripping from his cheeks. He didn't want to cry in front of Izuna, so he held them in until his brother left. He lifted his arm and wiped away the tears with his sleeve. He continued braiding the flowers together until all the flowers were wound together. He arranged them so that they covered most of the dirt from the burial. Tears kept falling even as he was trying to calm himself.

Madara choked on a sob and started beating the ground with his fist. It wasn't fair! Why did she have to die? He had wanted to spare his mother from Butsuma, but instead, he was too late to help her. He bit his lip to hold in his sobs and let himself tremble rather than sniffle. He took sharp intakes of breaths and started whispering to himself. "It's going to be okay. It's going to be okay." He kept repeating the phrase over to himself until he gained a bit of composure. "Father, did you even look for them, I wonder. Did you even care?"

He blinked his eyes shut for a few moments but opened them slowly when he heard the rustle of foliage and faint footsteps. He didn't move. Everything ached and he didn't feel like fighting right now. They could do as they wished, he didn't have it in him to fight right now. "You should have ran farther," Butsuma growled.

"I am not running."

"That's not a good decision on your part."

"What really makes a decision good or bad? What happens, happens." Madara was pulled onto his feet with his hands held behind his back.

"So do tell me. Where is mother-dearest and Izuna?"

Madara looked at him with an expression of pain and took a look at the grave. His answer was barely audible. "They're dead." Butsuma smacked him across the cheek.

"Speak up!"

"Both of them are dead," he choked out. Madara turned his head to wipe a stray tear on his sleeve.

Butsuma started to laugh. He looked over at the grave and walked over to it. He started to crush the flowers under his feet. It took two of the men to hold Madara from pouncing, nearly pulling his shoulder out of socket. "Get away from them!"

"Long live the Uchiha clan!" Butsuma mocked. He turned and backhanded Madara across the face. "You tell me nothing, boy!"

"You son of a bitch! You immoral bastard! I'll kill you!"

Butsuma signaled for the men to let go of him, and Madara fell to the ground. The Senju leader kicked him in the ribs. He heard a crack and white-hot pain shot up through his body. Three more kicks were delivered to various parts of his body and he blacked out.

Madara drifted in and out of consciousness throughout the rest of the day. He was slung over Butsuma's shoulder. He supposed that he had lost a lot of weight the past month, even though he had never been of large stature, so carrying him was probably easier than dragging him or walking. Each time he woke, the pain of his rib pressing against his skin sent him back into the much wanted lull.

When Madara finally fully woke, he didn't recognize his surroundings. He was in a gray room. His shirt was stripped and a bandage was firmly wrapped around his ribs, binding the broken one in place. He was on a bed with simple white sheets and a pillow. There was nothing around him other than a toilet and sink. The door was across the room and for some odd reason, there was no door knob.

Madara used a hand to push himself up and walked over to the mirror above the sink. He had dark under eye circles that looked as if he were bruised under his eyes. His lip was swollen with teeth marks and a split down the middle. The rest of his abdomen was littered with bruises, and he knew without looking that his ribs were bruised for sure. His hair was dull looking and tangled. What used to be lined with muscle was now just soft tissue. He was looking at a poor reflection of who he really was.

A knock sounded on the door, and Hashirama walked inside. "You're awake."

"So I am."

"Should I bother asking how you feel, or would that be stupid?"

"It's a kind gesture, but I do believe you can make a good guess."

"I have missed you, you know. I haven't seen you in so long."

Madara's face turned red and he stumbled over to the bed and sat down. "It wasn't that long ago."

"It's been at least two weeks."

"No..I seen you three days ago...?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. I haven't seen you since I left for the mission, silly. Do me a favor and lay down. I need to check your wounds. It will be easier if you lay down."

Madara complied and laid down on his back. He closed his eyes before snapping open in realization. If that hadn't been Hashirama, then.. He had been tricked not only once but twice a fool.

"Madara, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

No wonder 'Hashirama' had acted so strangely last time. It hadn't even been Hashirama. Damn Tobirama Senju, damn him!

"Right. Your ribs are going to take at least a week to heal even with medical jutsu. Let me heal your lip." Hashirama placed his hand over Madara's lip and a green aura lit up around his hand. He healed Madara's lip and dropped his hands to his side.

"Madara.."

"Yes?"

Hashirama sat down next to him on the bed and pulled Madara next to him. Madara laid his head down on Hashirama's shoulder and relaxed against him. "I'm sorry about everything. I wish I could just..make it stop."

"Don't blame yourself, idiot. It wasn't you that started the feuds between our clans."

"I know that, but I hate seeing you hurt."

Madara snorted. "I'm not hurting, Hashirama. I'm fine."

"You have a broken rib and your face is blue."

"I escaped, you know. I could have ran."

"Why didn't you?"

"Who knows? I found an answer and about ten more questions."

"Madara Uchiha, you are intriguing."

"Intriguing, huh?"

Hashirama laughed and moved so that he was facing Madara. He pressed his nose to Madara's and kissed him lightly on the lips. "I'm getting you out of this prison cell, okay? I'll be back soon."

An hour passed before Hashirama and Butsuma walked inside. He hadn't moved from the spot he was in. Whenever he moved, whenever he breathed, his chest sent a bolt of pain throughout his body. The bruising just added to it. No matter though, he would heal in about a week.

"Stand, Madara Uchiha."

Madara groaned before pushing himself up into a sitting position and then onto his feet. His teeth clanged together to avoid crying out. Butsuma strode over to him and yanked his hands behind him, obviously meaning to cause him pain. He wrapped rope around his hands while Madara tried to not cry out.

"Father, his ribs are already broken. You're going to cause them to pierce his lungs. A medic could not fix that in time."

"You're too soft. He's not going to die just yet."

Butsuma pushed him forward towards the open door. Hashirama walked beside Butsuma and Madara allowed them to push him outside of the jail building. Immediately he was met with looks of disapproval from the Senju outside of the jail.

"Why did you let that monster out?!"

"Why give him any comfort?!"

He noticed a small girl looking up at him with wide, blue eyes. Her brown hair was parted at the side and fell to her chin. He watched her tug at who he assumed to be her mother. "Mommy, is that an Uchiha?" When her mother said yes, she looked at him with amazement. "Uchihas are really pretty.. Woah.." When her mother gave her a disapproving look, she shrugged her off and continued to gawk.

Hashirama bent down so that he was in front of the girl and smiled at her. "Hina-chan, isn't it almost time for bed?"

"Hashi! I wanted to see what an Uchiha looked like.." Hashirama laughed and patted her on top of her head as he stood up.

"Be good. I'll see you tomorrow, Hina." She saluted and giggled before running off.

Butsuma moved his lips to whisper in his ear. "I suggest you keep going. Don't even look, or I can't promise your safety. From perverts to those looking to kill you, I wouldn't chance it." Madara immediately dropped his gaze and looked down at his feet. He had no reason to ignore the warning.

It took thirty minutes for them to end up in front of a building. He noticed the seals built into it, but they looked different than the ones he had seen on his own house. "These will not only keep you in, but keep anyone other than myself or my sons out."

Madara gave him a curious look as Hashirama opened the doors. Butsuma pushed him inside before slamming his hand and pouring chakra into the seal. "My chakra will make up the seal. My blood is also infused in it. Only another of my blood can go inside," he said before dropping his hand. "It's done."

Madara tried to press his hand against the door but was pushed backwards. He frowned and looked around the building he was in. It was simply built. It had furniture. He could see that the kitchen was small, but it was perfectly usable.

Butsuma left and Hashirama walked inside, shutting the door behind him. "I'll be back soon. I will grab us dinner, and we can eat together, okay?"

Madara hesitantly walked up to him and wrapped his arms around Hashirama. "I'll see you soon, then."

Hashirama grinned before hugging him back gently, careful to not hurt him. "Before you even have time to think."