Chapter 2
Madara snuggled closer to the body next to him as somebody tried to shake him awake. He grumbled and opened his eyes just to see that Tobirama was still sleeping, curled into his chest, and allowed him to drape an arm around his thin waist. He couldn't help but smile, the tea seemed to work wonders. “Aniki, wake up!” Izuna shook him again.
“Hmmm…leave us. I had to search for him last night…” He groaned at his brother, who stopped shaking him.
“What?” The man whisper-screamed.
“Later…let us sleep.” He closed his eyes, and Izuna decided to leave them be.
The next time Madara was awoken was when someone, definitely Tobirama, punched him in the jaw and scratched the arm that was around his waist and promptly fell out of the bed. Madara bolted up and got closer. Thankfully, he seemed OK, and Madara reached out his hand to the submissive. “Tobirama, are you OK?” Tobirama swiftly scratched him in retaliation. Madara didn’t move, watching the submissive run the bloody hand over his face before curling into a ball and crying, calling for his brother. Madara was sure that the next time he sees Hashirama, he will beat him into a pile of blood. Testing his luck, he scooped the crying man on the bed into his lap, trying to comfort him. “Shhh, precious, I'm here, I'm here, you don't have to fight me, I'll take care of you…”
“Noooo! I want to go to Anija, I want Anija, go-go away!”
“Shhh, it's ok, precious, it's ok…you're safe, it's ok…” he patted the submissive back while rocking them on the bed until the sub stopped shaking and screaming. “Would you like to eat something? What do you like to eat? What would you like to eat, precious?” He got no answer from the man, he was still weakly fighting against his hold, so he continued to soothe the man, trying to let him know that he was safe in his arms. “Tobirama, what's on your mind, hmmm? Are you hungry?” He tried to coax the submissive into vain.
“Noooo, I want Anija…”He meekly repeated.
Madara drew away and cupped the submissive's face, gently wiping away tears from the rosy cheeks. “I can't do that for you, Tobirama, but I can make you something to eat, say precious, what do you like to eat…” But Tobirama shook his head and pushed him away further. “Tobirama, don't make this harder for us. Tell me what you want to eat, or I'll pick it for you.”
“No! I want to go home!” He yelled.
“You are home, Tobirama. Like it or not, this is your home now.” Madara would never let him go back to the Senju, he, in good conscience, couldn't return him to the place that abused him. Even if he denied it, the Uchiha could see the state he was in. Knowing his attempts to get the albino to talk were futile, he decided to at least patch his hand up. Taking the covers, he rolled the albino into a nice warm cocoon. Patting the white hair, he murmured, “Here, lie down a little…you must be tired. I'll be back in a minute.”
He went to his bathroom, leaving the door wide open so he could hear what was happening in his bedroom. He gently cleaned the wounds. They were a little deeper than Izuna’s, but they would heal completely and bandage his hand with a satisfied huff.
Returning to his bedroom, he came to a scene of horror as Tobirama escaped the cover and was gnawing on his wrist where the cuffs were located, his lips covered in blood. Madara quickly lifted the submissive from behind to turn him around and lay him down on the back. “Tobirama, what do you think you're doing?” The submissive kicked him hard in the stomach and started scooting away.
“Don't touch me!” The submissive screeched. He fell down the bed, but that didn’t stop him from scooting on the tatami floor, painting it red with blood.
“Tobirama, come back!” Madara yelled out, and the submissive violently shuddered at the tone. The black-haired man exhaled before speaking in a softer tone. “I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to help you…”
“Go away!”
“No, I will not! But I will treat your arm!”
“No! Remove them, leave me alone!”
“Tobirama, I will not remove the shackles, but I will treat the wounds you made.” He stepped closer.
“No, no, I don't want your help. I want to go home! I want to go home! I want…”
“Tobirama…” He said with a pained tone. “You are home, you were exiled, remember? This is your home now.” This didn't soothe the white-haired man, it only made him scream a guttural scream, and then he started to shake harder.
“No, no, I need to go back home. I need to go home to Anija…” Tobirama shook his head. He didn't want to believe it, but he couldn't deny the memories of Hashirama’s face. It fell full of hatred, and so did his voice.
It was supposed to be a normal meeting. He was making preparations for Hashirama’s wedding. As per usual, he had to do all the paperwork Hashirama didn't want to do. He didn't enjoy doing paperwork at all, but at least he could help his brother, and Hashirama was nice to him when he did so. But when Hashirama asked for last-minute changes, he complied with his brother's demands, which meant he was up all night, and he was exhausted. He was already getting weaker, he knew what was happening. He was fading, like the weak submissive he is. But he pulled through and finished the plans, which made Hashirama very happy and in a moment of weakness, he purred at the praise his brother had for his hard work.
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room changed. He looked at Hashirama, his brother was gripping the binder Tobirama worked so hard on, his face was stone cold before he gritted out ‘Get out of my sight!’ Throwing the wooden binder next to his face, Tobirama’s carefully laid out plans flew everywhere. ‘You lying shit! You are as worthless as dirt, how could I have allowed a worthless little bitch like you to be in charge of anything.’ It stung. Hashirama had never yelled like that at him. He didn't expect his brother to be nice or even gentle, but he also didn't expect such nasty words. Bad Tobirama, bad weak sub, bad. As Hashirama threw more insults about him and his dynamic, Tobirama wasn’t shocked, he knew how his clan felt about subs, and he knew how Hashirama felt about submissives. And the dam broke, and Tobirama started to cry, asking for forgiveness, but his pleas fell on deaf ears as Hashirama called for the guards to remove him from the compound. But Tobirama was faster, he bolted out of the office, out of the compound and collapsed from exhaustion in the grass. He was aware that he was fading, it didn't take a genius to know, and he accepted his fate of dying all alone in the grass field. He closed his eyes and waited for eternal darkness to take him, but it never did, and now he was in the Uchiha compound, cuffed, a prisoner. This was his life, this was his end. He let another painful scream leave his mouth. He bent over and cried on the tatami floor, this couldn't be happening.
“Precious…” Madara laid a gentle hand on the submissive's back.
“NOOOOOOOO!” He violently backed away into the wall behind him. “I WANT TO GO HOME!”
“Tobirama…” Madara grabbed his arms, and the albino tried to shake out of his grip, but the dom was relentless. It hurt his heart to see a sub in this bad of a state and quickly pulled him into a crushing embrace, ignoring all the protests, the crying and screaming, the thrashing around, he held the submissive against all of it. He could hear a faint gasp from somewhere in the room.
Hikaku was bringing lunch to the Uchiha clan head's home as Madara and Tobirama were still asleep when he and Izuna left. He was humming a song to himself when he heard commotion in the home and ran as fast as he could following the gut-wrenching screams. What he found brought him to tears. He saw Madara, slouching down on Tobirama’s shaky body, the submissive screamed and fought in his hold. Hikaku, in an attempt to comfort the distressed sub, went to hug the albino from behind. He let a few tears escape his eyes. “It's alright, Tobirama, you're safe with us…”
“NOOOO…I want to go home! I need to go home. I need to go back and…and be useful…” His voice was hoarse.
“ Shhhhh…Tobirama, you are home, sssshhhh…” Hikaku heard the Senju choke, but he didn’t stop crying or shaking. He kept repeating that he needed to go back to the Senjus, how he needed to be useful. He didn't stop until his voice fell out, and he could only sob. They stayed there until the sub fell asleep from exhaustion. Leaning back at the wall, Hikaku looked at his clan head with teary eyes. “What did they do to him?”
“I don't know, but I'll kill Hashirama when I see him again…” Madara patted Tobirama’s back.
“I'll help you…” The switch hissed. It was enraging to see a sub in such a state, scared of everything, it seemed. He never saw a submissive kick and scream when all they showed them was affection. He was aware of the Senju clan’s poor treatment of submissives, but he had never seen it to this degree. He carefully took Tobirama in his hold as Madara made his way to his bathroom. When he looked down at the sleeping submissive, he noticed the blood. “Madara?” He called out to the dom.
“Yes?” Madara came out of his bathroom. In his hand, there was a basin and some bandages. He kneels down in front of them, taking the sub's bloody arm in his hands and starting to clean the wound.
“What happened?”
“He tried to remove the cuffs while I was in the bathroom…” The dom gently tapped on the wound before retrieving some balm and bandages. “For whatever reason, he wants to go back to the Senju…” He gritted the clan’s name. He hated looking at Tobirama’s current state, he wasn't well, he was exhausted and frail, crying about ‘going home…’ and not listening to Madara that this was his home, that he was safer here than with the Senju. They clearly did something to him. Hashirama did something bad to him, something bad enough that Izuna found him unconscious in the grass.
“You won't let that happen, right?” Hikaku's hold on Tobirama tightens.
“Of course not, just look at him and tell me you would send him to those savages.” He bandaged the arms gently and started to wipe the pale man’s mouth. “I don't know what they did, but when I find out…I'll burn them all.”
“Mhhmm, are you hungry, Madara? I brought lunch!”
“Yes, we both need to eat.” Hikaku took it as a request to bring the food into the bedroom.
Madara gently nudged Tobirama to wake up. The white-haired man jolted awake and gave Madara a glare for daring to touch him. The dom only laughed at the adorable pout. “Sorry, precious, but you have to eat…” He looked up when Hikaku brought in their food. “Thank you, Hikaku. Did you bring enough for all three of us?”
“Yes, let's eat as long as it's warm!”
Madara brought some food to Tobirama’s mouth, but the albino moved his head away like a child. “Tobirama, you have to eat, or Amaterasu help me…” At that, Tobirama compiled by eating out of the chopsticks, the next bite was Madara’s and then his again. He ate another worryingly small portion. “You need to eat more, we skipped breakfast…” Tobirama shook his head. And Madara decided to keep eating. Maybe seeing him and Hikaku eat more would make him hungry.
Hikaku tried to feed the pale man as well, offering Tobirama some of his Takoyaki. He pressed the ball to the other’s lips and waited until the submissive gave up and ate it, it made Hikaku smile.