"Tobi, I know that you're here!"
Tobirama flinched as he heard his brother's voice shouting out from the front of the house. His heart begun racing and tears slid down his pale cheeks - he didn't want Hashirama to see him lying in a puddle of blood and semen. It would break the older Senju's heart to find his baby brother like that…
"Your car was outside!"
As footsteps drew closer to his prison, Tobirama teared up. Once the door had been opened, his closed his eyes and prepared himself for the scream of terror that he knew was on its way.
"Tobi!" The brown-haired male cried in horror. "Oh, my God! Tobi! What happened to you?!"
Tobirama groaned loudly as his brother knelt down beside him and reached out to touch the spiky-haired man. He hurt so damn badly – he didn't need his brother's hands on his body to make the pain worse.
"Tobi…!" Hashirama sobbed. "…My otouto!"
Tobirama watched as Hashirama pulled a phone from his pocket. The last thing that he heard before slipping into a welcome oblivion was his brother begging someone to bring an ambulance.
When Tobirama awoke after what must have been hours, he found himself in a room with white walls, white floors, and a bed with white sheets. It must have been a hospital, Tobirama found himself thinking.
Hashirama was sitting on the bed beside the younger Senju, crying. "Tobi, please tell me what happened…!"
"…" Tobirama just grimaced and turned to look out of the large window in the right-side corner of the room.
"Tobi…" Hashirama whispered, reaching out and grabbing his brother's hand. "Tobi, you've got to tell me what happened… Please… I beg you…"
"…" Tobirama scrunched his eyes shut tight, trying to stop the tears from escaping. It wasn't worth the effort – tears travelled down his cheeks and hit the white pillow beneath his head anyway. "…You… would be disgusted in me if you knew what happened, aniki…"
"Tobi, I could never be disgusted in you… I just want to know so I can try and help…"
"You can't help…" Tobirama whispered. "You just can't…"
"I don't want you to know, okay?!" Tobirama snapped. "I don't want to see the look of disgust on your face when I tell you about how he always raped me and bashed me and treated me like a slave! You'd hate me forever if I tell you about how he always abused my body and you would avoid me like the plague!"
Tobirama's tears fell harder and he grabbed his hair, ripping in frustration. "Fuck… Now that I've told you, you're going to leave…! You hate me already!"
"Just go away!" Tobirama sobbed, turning his back on his brother. "I don't want to see when you walk out the door!"
"…Tobi…" Hashirama reached out and grabbed his brother's shoulder. He sighed when he felt the body beneath his hand tense. "…I'm still here, aren't I…? And I'm still touching you… You're my baby brother, Tobi, and I love you… More than anything… I'm bringing you home with me, Tobi… You're not leaving my sight again… I'll send for someone to get your belongings and have them delivered to my house… I love you so much…"
Tobirama's eyes were too heavy to keep open for much longer, and before he knew it, he had slipped back into unconsciousness.
"You need your strength, otouto…" Madara said softly as he sat beside his brother on the couch, holding a spoon of cereal to the younger's mouth. "The doctor is coming out again to see you today. He wants you to be nice and strong."
Izuna shook his head silently, staring at the spoon with fear in his eyes. It was as if he were worried that Madara was going to shove it down his throat the second he opened his mouth.
"D-don't…" Izuna whimpered, his eyes welling up with tears.
"Otouto, shh…" Madara soothed, reaching out to stroke his brother's cheek with the tip of his thumb. "Just eat your breakfast. You didn't eat anything yesterday."
Izuna shook his head again, trying to pull away. The back of the couch had stopped him from getting very far. "N-no…"
"Izuna, shh… How about I take the first bite, okay?"
It took Izuna a while to reply, but when he did, it was with a nod of his head. "…"
Madara put the spoon into his mouth and chewed the cereal that was on it before removing the item and putting it back into the bowl. He smiled at his brother.
"That wasn't so bad, you see?" Madara said softly. "Eat, now."
Madara grabbed the spoon again. He dipped it into the milk before presenting it to Izuna. He waited patiently for the younger to open his mouth. When the younger took a bite, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
Izuna had refused the next spoonful of cereal, but as long as Madara took a bite every couple of mouthfuls, he would eat as well.
Once the food had been eaten and Izuna had had his bath, Madara had stepped out onto the porch to have some alone time. Caring for a younger brother that didn't recognise him half the time took everything out of him.
The older Uchiha sat down on the porch chair and dropped his face into his hands. He sobbed softly, finding it more difficult to cope with each passing day.
Several cars passed by during the minutes Madara spent crying, but one vehicle in particular had stopped. Its driver parked it in front of the Uchiha's home.
Madara watched in suspicion as a brown-haired man stepped out of the car and waved at him. He found himself worried when said man begun to approach him.
"Can I help you?" Madara called out.
The man smiled and nodded. "I'm looking for house number eleven. I can't seem to find it."
"Oh." Madara sighed in relief. "It's just next door."
"Thank you." The man's smile widened as he closed the distance between he and the Uchiha. He reached out, awaiting Madara's hand to shake. "I'm Senju Hashirama. I bought the house a few days ago."
"Madara." Said raven didn't even smile. "Uchiha Madara."
"Uchiha? Uchiha sounds very familiar. Have we met before?"
Madara frowned; of course it would sound familiar! He and his brother had been all over the newspapers!
Hashirama seemed to sense the uneasiness Madara was feeling as he instead changed the subject. "Do you live with anyone, Madara-kun? You look young to be living alone."
Madara grimaced at the honorific he was granted. "I take care of my otouto. Nothing more, nothing less."
Hashirama frowned as well at these words. "I understand completely; I have to do the same."
"…He's… not the same…" Madara found himself whispering. He wondered if, after all these years of seclusion, he needed to talk to somebody – anybody. "…Anyway, why did you buy the house, Senju?"
"My brother… was left for dead by his ex, so I've brought him back for a fresh beginning – for both of us."
"…" Madara looked down at his feet. It seemed so much like déjà vu.
"Listen, Madara-kun," Hashirama started, "I have to go now, but we move in next week. You should come over for dinner."
Madara grunted. To be honest, he wasn't too fond of the Senju. "Perhaps…"
Hashirama smiled. "Bye, Madara-kun."
Madara waved the elder off slightly before he turned back to his own home. He didn't like the way Hashirama acted as if they knew each other. It annoyed him.