Addicted to the Wrong Thing

Izuna groaned weakly as he sat up in his bed a half-hour later. His whole body ached and he had never felt sicker in his entire life. He looked around, recognising his room, but… why hadn't Madara hurt him? Madara always hurt him for stuff like getting sick or hurt, and especially for making him have to go down to Izuna's school.

"Nii-san?" Izuna was weak as he called for his brother, but there was no reply. Not that a reply was expected or anything…

Izuna shook his head as he stared down at his lap, his eyes filling with tears, and he grimaced as the action brought on a wave of nausea. He slowly got out of the bed and tiptoed to the bathroom, not wanting to disturb his brother in case Madara was doing drugs again. After relieving himself he crept back to his bedroom and into bed, nuzzling in close to the pillow and sighing in semi-content. His pillow was like his safe-haven in these times – it made him feel warm and safe; a cheap substitute for Madara's love.

After feeling that he had calmed down, he reached beside his bed and picked up his school bag that Madara had dumped next to it. He reached in and pulled out his iPod, listening to music as he relaxed even more.

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Madara shook as he stood outside of his parents' house. He hadn't been here for many years; the last time was to come and bring Izuna to live with him, and his parents didn't even care when Madara ushered Izuna out of the house, bags in hand, a note left out on the kitchen counter; they probably thought Izuna was going to be like Madara and that it was better for Izuna to be out of their lives anyway.

Gathering up his pride, Madara strolled down the path and knocked loudly on the front door. There were footsteps inside the house before the door opened and Madara's mother looked out. She gasped as she saw Madara standing there and right as she was about to slam the door in her son's face, Madara slipped his foot between the door and the wall, pushing the door back open to face his mother.

"Mother," Madara spat the word out with such hatred, his eyes full of loathing. "I need to talk to you."

Madara's mother frowned before nodding and opened the door, allowing Madara to step inside. She stared at her oldest son in disgust, and when Madara brushed past her she recoiled as if he was carrying some deadly contagious disease.

Madara glared at her with hatred, and not a word was spoken until his mother backed down from Madara's glare.

"Where is he?" Madara spat. "Where the fuck is he?"

"… I hate you…" The woman spat back. "Why did you ever have to be born? You've ruined all our lives and disgraced the Uchiha name!"

Though those words hurt Madara deeply, he fought back the tears and hid the pain, instead fighting back with his quick tongue. "Maybe if you weren't such a skank I wouldn't have been and you'd have had your wish! No wonder Izuna's such a whore – he must take after you!"

The woman quickly shut her mouth, though she had to agree with Madara on one thing – Izuna was a whore, even if Izuna had done nothing to make him one.

"I'll ask again…" Madara hissed. "Where… is he…?"

Madara's mother made eye contact once more, clenching her jaw as she pointed up the stairs. She wasn't the one who was going to be talking to Madara – she wouldn't be caught dead with either of her resented sons. She was leaving the talking up to Madara and her husband, Akio.

"Your father is up in the study." She said quietly, turning around and walking away. Madara didn't miss the pure hatred in her voice, though.

Madara pushed her roughly aside and hurried up the stairs, not bothering to knock on the study door and instead ripped the door open and slammed it against the wall.

Madara's father jumped in surprise and turned to face the entrance, and his expression changed from startled to pure loathing the second he laid eyes on his son.

"What are you doing here?" He spat.

"I need money," Madara said casually, trying to control his temper – it wouldn't do to lose it and ruin the tiny chance he had of getting some money.

Madara's father just shrugged and turned back around in his chair, waving his hand at Madara in a dismissing action. "I don't care. Get out of my house."

"Akio," Madara said his father's name with such disgust that his face scrunched up. "I need the money. If I don't get it, I lose my house. I can't take care of Izuna out on the streets. You should know this, Akio."

Akio laughed at this, turning back to face Madara. "You honestly think I care? Madara, the second we kicked you out of this house, we lost all positive emotion towards you and Izuna. I'm happy you're going to lose your home. And as for Izuna – Izuna can go rot in a gutter for all I care."

Madara snarled and punched the wall at these words. How dare he? Not only was Akio not caring about Madara's precious home, but he was basically saying that he wants them to lose the house so Izuna can… can…

"I'm not losing that house!" Madara screamed, throwing his arms up in the air. "That was the house my best friend bought for me! It's all I have left to remember him by! Izun -!"

"Oh, that Senju? Not a big loss –"

"Shut up!" Madara screamed again, tears at the corner of his eyes. He panted harshly, unable to breathe properly. He didn't even notice that his body was shaking violently as he tried his best to withhold his emotions. He gulped down emotions that threatened to bring him to his knees, wiped at his now-wet eyes and tried not to throw up at the distress he felt.

Akio smirked at Madara. "Crying, are you? Aren't you unworthy of the Uchiha name. Can't believe I sired something like you and Izuna. I mean, Izuna, I would actually admit is my son, but you… You make me sick."

Madara couldn't take this anymore. He screamed yet again and this time allowed the tears to flow. Turning to the closest object, he threw a punch into the glass cabinet he was standing beside, not caring that the glass had cut his hand open. After that he reached into the cabinet, pulling everything out and throwing it everywhere, smashing glass objects and scattering seemingly important documents.

Madara then turned to face his father, tears sliding down his face in a fast pace, quivering as he glared with such malice and hatred that it would have made Satan himself shiver in fear. The younger's breathing was erratic, unable to be controlled, and it seemed like any second now he would be foaming at the mouth like a rabid animal.

"Fuck…" Madara rasped out, his breaths forced out in harsh gasps. "…You… You filthy… piece of shit… I hope you rot… in hell… Where I'm going… I'll see you there… What kind of… of parent… treats their kids… like you've treated… us…?"

With that said he turned and pushed his mother out of the doorway and fled down the stairs, out of the house. He sprinted back home with furious tears spilling down his cheeks. Madara hated his life. He hated it so much. The only reason he hadn't killed himself yet was because he wasn't going to leave Izuna to fend for himself.

Making his way back home, Madara's thoughts returned to his little brother. Izuna was, undoubtedly, precious to Madara, but the older Uchiha just couldn't show that. It wasn't his fault – Madara literally couldn't show it.

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Lacrimosa,

Koko ni umarete ochita,

Chi nureta sekai wo osorezu ni aishitai,

Yurusareru yori yurushi shinjite,

Yogoreta chijou de,

Namida no hibi wo kazoete,

Izuna hummed along happily to his iPod. He wasn't sure where his brother was, but right now he couldn't care less - he was happy alone, he was glad that Madara was gone; if Madara were still home when Izuna had woken up, Izuna probably would've left the house again, even in his current state.

But his alone time couldn't last forever. Izuna jumped when the front door slammed against the wall downstairs, sending chills down Izuna's back.

"Izuna!" Madara was home, and he sounded furious about something.

Izuna gasped and threw his iPod into his drawer, hiding it in case Madara wanted to break something again. He had learnt from last time when Madara smashed his phone just two days after Izuna had finally been able to buy it.

"Izuna, I'm coming up there and – so help me God – you are fucked!" Madara stormed up the stairs, his furious voice bouncing off of the walls and making Izuna wish he was dead just so he wouldn't have to face his brother.

"Nii-san…" Izuna whimpered to himself, terrified; how could he protect himself when he was so sick?

The door was kicked open so hard it fell off of its hinges, and Madara stormed into the bedroom. He grabbed Izuna by the hair and dragged him off of the bed, throwing him onto the floor and kicking him in the stomach. Izuna cried out, begging Madara to stop. Madara was only making his pain so much worse.

"No!" Madara grunted, punching Izuna repeatedly in the chest, ignoring the way the bones were groaning under all of the duress and Izuna's breathing became harder and harder. "You stupid little bitch! I hate you, Izuna! Why did you ever have to be born? Why? If it weren't for you, Hashirama would still be alive! I hate you!"

"It wasn't my fault!" Izuna screamed back, crying harder than ever. "Leave me alone, aniki! Stop it! Please! Stop it! Stop!"

"It was your fault!" Madara grabbed Izuna's arm, raising the elbow above his knee and pulling it down with much force. He raised his leg at the same time, snapping Izuna's elbow in half.

Izuna screamed in agony, trying to pull away, but Madara only made it worse by twisting the arm around continuously, creating a gruesome sight.

"I was the one who asked to drop you off to your friends' house!" Madara shouted. "If it weren't for you I wouldn't have been behind the wheel and we wouldn't have crashed! Hashirama would still be alive if we didn't have to drop you off!"

"Hashirama-san had a choice!" Izuna cried desperately. "He let you behind the wheel without a license! Don't blame me, aniki! Stop it! It hurts! It hurts so fucking bad! Nii-san!"

"Don't you fucking use that language in this fucking house, Izuna!" Madara backhanded Izuna across the face. "You fucking horrible little brat! I hate your guts! I wish you died in the accident, too! I hate you so much!"

After shoving Izuna into the wall and punching him in the gut hard enough to wind him, Madara turned and left the room, leaving a badly injured Izuna alone, screaming and punching things as Madara made his way to his own room to take a joint and try to calm down.

Izuna lay in a crumpled heap on the floor, blood everywhere as the bone of his elbow stuck out of his skin at an odd angle, half of the bone completely shattered and just holding together by a thread. Izuna wanted to scream and cry in agony because of his injury, but he knew that if he did that then Madara would only take longer getting him to the hospital. He basically had to lie there, quiet as a mouse, while he suffered in agony. Only if he could do that would Madara take him to the hospital.

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Two days later Izuna sobbed his story to the nurses as they tended to his arm. Madara had been so angry he had locked Izuna in his room and hadn't entered the bedroom for anything at all; he could listen to Izuna's screams and cries of pain, but Madara didn't feel anything but negative emotions towards Izuna, and said boy just couldn't take living with Madara anymore. This was the last straw. He told the nurses about the drugs and the constant abuse, and the nurses looked appalled.

"You poor thing…" One nurse Izuna had come to know as Kaori hugged Izuna tightly. "I'm so sorry – that must be so horrible…"

Izuna hugged the nurse back, crying into her chest. He rarely received comfort from anyone so to have a complete stranger showing such kindness to Izuna made his heart ache even more.

The second nurse – Izuna hadn't caught her name – had left to go and ring the authorities. She was a mother of four and couldn't bear the thought of such a sweet boy like Izuna being so mistreated.

Izuna, however, was content to stay in Kaori's hold, feeling such a soothing warmth wash over him. He never wanted the feeling to end, even if Kaori was someone he had just met. It didn't take the second nurse long to return back to the room, and when she did, her expression had softened since she had left to use the phone.

"The police are on their way." She said softly. "They asked us to try and contain your brother until they arrive. What should we say?"

Izuna shook his head, a loud sob escaping his lips. "Aniki will still leave, no matter what you say…"

The nurses shared a glance. "I'm telling him straight out."

Izuna watched as the gutsy nurse left the room, and sure enough, only a few minutes later, angry shouting was heard from the Uchiha. Not long after that, Izuna heard the police sirens pull up outside of the hospital. He and the other nurse had been sitting outside of the doors of the waiting room the entire time, listening to everything.

Izuna buried his face into the nurse's chest, crying hysterically. He couldn't take life anymore! He just wanted to die! He was so over life! What happened to his big, loving aniki? The aniki who wouldn't take shit from anyone and certainly wouldn't let anyone hurt his otouto? The aniki who would allow Izuna to crawl into bed with him after a nightmare, or on a stormy night?

Where that that Madara go?