The computer program

18. Six days at the bottom of the ocean

Madara Uchiha, the big brother of Izuna, was currently mixing a drink.

It was another talent of his, to mix different liquids and syrups for the most amazing creations. Now, it was lemon vodka, grenadine and coconut cream for a drink that tasted like sour candies. He poured it over crushed ice, took a sip.

He had been off alcohol for years when he'd noticed he started to get addicted after that occurrence. But last year, he'd started mixing a little again, mostly to his friends, and had dared to taste. Now, he made two drinks every month or so for himself as well, and was happy to find he felt no longing after the numbing effect of the alcohol.

He still got angry thinking about it, though. He'd figured out afterwards that Hashirama had come to him directly after realising Tobirama wouldn't kill Izuna. But he hadn't known what had happened then, so when Hashirama had knocked on his door, he had opened. He was slightly frightened of the man, but had still decided to let him in, hoping to figure out what the fuck was going on.

Hashirama had immediately pressed him up against the wall, stomach first, pressing his body against Madara's.

When Madara heard the professor unbuckle his belt, all life had drained out of him, and he had frozen in fright.

He had raped Madara while telling him how fucking useless he was.

It had been so physically and mentally painful, Madara wouldn't have gotten up from the hallway floor for a day if it wasn't for the fact that he had arrived.

"Madara!! Madara!!"

Madara curled up into a ball.

"Fuck!! Fuck!!"

He felt Tobirama's strong arms around him as he sat down on the floor to comfort his lover's brother.

"Get Izuna out!" Madara screamed. "He can't see me like this!"

"Izuna is not here."

That's when Izuna's brother finally well and truly allowed himself to break down.

He cried and cried and cried, clung to Tobirama's clothes as they became drenched in tears and the AI held him, let him bury his face on him as Tobirama buried his face on Madara, murmuring words of comfort, holding Madara until he stopped crying. 

This was what Tobirama had gone to do as he asked Izuna to go for an errand before they left for the ethics board together. He'd had a feeling Hashirama would go to Madara. What he would do to him, he hadn't even dared to imagine.

Madara had never understood what the motif behind that rape was.

It didn't matter that much now, seven years later when he knew Hashirama was dead, as Izuna had told him, but it still angered him.

He wondered if he'd ever treated Izuna that way.

There was a knock on his door, and he went to open, holding his drink. He hadn't dared open his door again unless he knew exactly who it was until last year, when Izuna had told him Hashirama was dead. He opened, and out there stood Izuna, white as a sheet.

He just handed his brother the sticky note, and Madara had gasped.

Izuna had burst into tears then.

"Oh, dear", Madara had said. "Oh, don't cry gorgeous. Come."

He had held his beloved little brother close before taking him in, sitting him down on his velvet couch and mixing him his favourite blue drink.