#[cut to my laptop. fans dead as fuck struggling to stay alive]

[beesantennas]

pats my wife's old laptop gently. there there girl. I won't make you do this again

[crystallized-shadow]

Day 20 Pairing: Izuna/Kagami Word count: 1148 Prompt:  “I haven’t slept in four days...”

Warnings: emotional distress, mild torture, mild psychological torture, and implied rape (though no rape actually takes place)

Companion piece to day 12! This is the gift Tobirama mentions in the Dark!Tobi teaser I posted awhile back!

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“You look like shit,” Kagami states as soon as Izuna walks into their house and he almost regrets the words when his boyfriend just stares at him with vacant eyes.

“I haven’t slept in four days,” Izuna mutters, unsuccessfully trying to work up the effort to glare, “not since…”

“Izuna…” Kagami sighs, walking over to the distraught man and pulling him close. “Everything will work out, you’ll see.”

“No, it won’t!” Izuna exclaims, a sob tearing free as he wilts into Kagami’s embrace, “that’s not how these things turn out!”

“You don’t know that,” Kagami mutters as he slowly leads Izuna over to the couch and pulls the older man into his lap. Izuna just goes along with the motions, letting Kagami free his long hair, a little sigh of relief escaping him Kagami starts to gently play with his dark strands. “We’ll find him.”

“No, we won’t,” Izuna cries, not bothering to try and keep a brave face around Kagami, “when that gang takes someone, you don’t find them in one piece.”

“Madara is tough, he’ll survive,” Kagami says, knowing Izuna needs him to be positive even when he doesn’t feel that way. At the beginning of the week Madara had acquired a flash drive with information on the infamous Senju gang and in his efforts to keep a kid safe, had made sure the gang would find out he had it. No one had thought anything of it, until the next day when Madara hadn’t shown up to work. Izuna had taken Kagami to investigate, Chief Shimura hadn’t even wanted them to go since he believed Madara was just being an ass.

The house had been trashed when the two had gotten there, blood and the out of place kitchen chair told them it was gang related and had started in the dinning room. From there it had moved into the living room where they had found more blood, a destroyed coffee table, and several cracks and dents in the walls. Kagami knew Izuna took comfort in knowing Madara put up one hell of a fight, not that it really helped them any; Kagami had later checked local hospitals, and no one had checked into with injuries consist with a struggle like this. It was the trail of blood leading to Madara’s bedroom that really worried them, Izuna more so than Kagami, there could only be one reason why the assailant would have taken Madara there and the bloody ropes still tied to the headboard just confirmed their fears. When that form of torture hadn’t worked, the assailant must have taken Madara with him because no one had been able to find a single trace of the elder Uchiha since.

“I don’t even know if he’s alive,” Izuna sobs, burying his face in Kagami’s chest as the other man gently rubs his back, one hand still playing with his hair, trying to comfort him.

“He’s alive,” Kagami states and the confidence in his tone has Izuna peering up at him through long lashes weighed down by tears. “The Senju want their flash drive back, so if they can’t get it from Madara, they’ll need him alive to use as a bargaining chip.”

“Alive doesn’t mean in one piece,” Izuna points out, but Kagami’s logical thinking does help him calm down slightly, “but I suppose missing a few fingers is better than dead.”

“You just need to stay strong Izuna,” Kagami points out and Izuna nods, letting himself relax against his boyfriend’s chest for the first time since Madara went missing. Izuna was on forced leave from the department for a couple days to rest and Kagami fully intended to help him relax. That whole plan is thrown out the window when a package shows up on their doorstep Sunday morning.

“Since when do they deliver packages on Sunday?” Izuna yawns, too tired to notice the lack of a return address as he opens it. Carefully nestled inside are a flash drive and an achingly familiar necklace. “Oh god…”

“Izuna?” Kagami questions, peering around Izuna to see what has his boyfriend imitating a ghost. His eyes widen when spots the necklace, a small uchiwa fan, a treasured heirloom that Kagami knew Madara knew never took off. “Well that can’t be good.”

“I’m afraid Kagami,” Izuna whimpers, unable to look away from the necklace, “I-I can’t…”

Kagami gently shushes Izuna as he pulls the distraught man into a hug. “I’ll watch it, you don’t have to.”

Izuna is silent for a long time, clinging tightly to Kagami before he shakes his head. “No,” he mutters, “I need to…i-if it’s his last moments…”

Kagami just nods in understanding, brushing a kiss against Izuna’s cheek before he retrieves his laptop. Neither of them make a sound as Kagami pulls up the video, both praying these weren’t Madara’s last moments.

Madara comes into focus on the video, laying motionlessly on his side, arms bound behind him. His clothing is in tatters, the bloody remnants of his shirt doing little to hide the bruises and slowly healing cuts on his torso. Madara’s face is bloody, one eye almost swollen shut, and his hair is matted with dried blood, making the bright metal of a choke collar around his neck stand out.

“Raise and shine,” the voice is distorted, but neither cop is trying to figure out who is speaking, not when someone from off screen kicks Madara in the chest, making the older Uchiha cough weakly.

“F-fuck you…” Madara pants, his voice rough, barely wincing when he is dragged up by his hair. “ain’t telling you shit…”

“That’s what they all say, but they always talk in the end.” Instead of looking afraid, Madara manages a bloody smirk, until a fist slams into his mouth.

“Can’t talk if…” Madara’s chuckle is more like a wheeze, but it still earns him a knee to the stomach, “…if you break my face.”

“Maybe I should just kill you,” the unrecognizable voice ponders, “and see if your brother is more willing to talk.”

”Leave my brother out of this!!!!” Madara exclaims, throwing his bodyweight at the person holding him. Izuna and Kagami can’t tell if he’s successful, they only see him being thrown to the ground.

“I think that’s just what I’ll do,” the person decides, hauling Madara up by the choke collar. The Uchiha gasps and chokes as he struggles to get free, the video ending just as he falls still.

“Aniki,” Izuna cries, staring at the blank screen, “h-he’s dead…”

“You don’t know that,” Kagami mutters, holding Izuna close and wiping the tears from his cheeks. “He was probably just unconscious.”

Izuna doesn’t respond, he just clutches at Kagami, like the younger man is the only thing keeping him going. Kagami holds Izuna tightly, letting the other’s tears soak his shirt, his heart breaking at the look of absolute devastation on Izuna’s face.