Pray for the broken.
Who: Madara, Naruto, and open to Itachi.
When: Tuesday, after this and this.
Where: A hidden room.
Summary: Itachi's genjutsu can't hold up forever. Naruto comes busting in!
Rating: R?
Warnings: Graphic descriptions of injury and torture.
The room was mercifully empty when Madara came to. That, of course, didn't mean it was defenseless. No doubt Itachi had used all kinds of jutsu to keep the room hidden from others, or Madara was certain his brother at least would have come to rescue him, if no one else cared to. Without his Sharingan, Madara couldn't see the traces of his student's chakra, but he was certain.
His half-naked body was suspended above the floor. Earlier his neck alone had held most of his weight, but at some point while he was unconscious the chains had been rearranged so that his arms held him instead. To keep him from strangling to death so soon, of course. Madara had taught this to Itachi. He might have swelled with pride before, but now the pain was truly eating away at him, and the sight of his blood pooling on the floor beneath him made his heart twist and strain with rage. He wanted to destroy this room, destroy Itachi, destroy everything that stood in his path.
But he was powerless.
Sagging, Madara's lips pulled back and he let out a roar of frustration that broke somewhere before its crescendo and descended into hysterical sobs no one would hear. He couldn't stand this. He couldn't stand it.
When: Tuesday, after this and this.
Where: A hidden room.
Summary: Itachi's genjutsu can't hold up forever. Naruto comes busting in!
Rating: R?
Warnings: Graphic descriptions of injury and torture.
The room was mercifully empty when Madara came to. That, of course, didn't mean it was defenseless. No doubt Itachi had used all kinds of jutsu to keep the room hidden from others, or Madara was certain his brother at least would have come to rescue him, if no one else cared to. Without his Sharingan, Madara couldn't see the traces of his student's chakra, but he was certain.
His half-naked body was suspended above the floor. Earlier his neck alone had held most of his weight, but at some point while he was unconscious the chains had been rearranged so that his arms held him instead. To keep him from strangling to death so soon, of course. Madara had taught this to Itachi. He might have swelled with pride before, but now the pain was truly eating away at him, and the sight of his blood pooling on the floor beneath him made his heart twist and strain with rage. He wanted to destroy this room, destroy Itachi, destroy everything that stood in his path.
But he was powerless.
Sagging, Madara's lips pulled back and he let out a roar of frustration that broke somewhere before its crescendo and descended into hysterical sobs no one would hear. He couldn't stand this. He couldn't stand it.