ABDUCTION

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Great Eastasian Empire


Imperial Palace Ward | National Capital Region

Man, it's pouring tonight. I should've gone with Sakura-chan. She offered to drive me home. I couldn't believe I let my feelings override my thoughts. I could've gone home warm and toasty. Right now, I'm soaked.

Oh well, there's no helping it. I, Uzumaki Naruto, can only help myself. That's the only the way to do it. People shouldn't get carried away by their feelings.

Yeah, yeah. What I did earlier is an exception 'cause it was a mistake, and an honest mistake at that. I won't be ignorant.

People tell me I'm ignorant but I'm just forgetful or bored. If you're talking about something mathematical or arithmetic or...whatever, then I'm not interested, I'll happily do what I want. I've never understood numbers and all that science on logic or...science itself. I've always focused on fighting - which is the most important thing in The Empire. We're at war with Oceanian soldiers, not Oceanian scientists or mathematicians!

Who's going to care if you do good equations? It's really stupid to think we even invest a lot of money on education when there's a war going on.

We also need some money and people in the farmlands to grow food. I heard stories of people in the prefectures, both near and next to the border, starving from the lack of food since the invading Oceanians destroy their crops. Everything they have left they send to other prefectures, including the National Capital Region. I am proud of their noble sacrifice. I only hope they work harder together to get enough food.

Of course nobody can complain. They are state farmers. Prime Minister Prince Itachi and Leader of the Akatsuki Party always said, "Follow the state, obey The Emperor." So to criticize the state is to criticize The Emperor, at least that's how I understood it. After all, The Emperor, Supreme Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Imperial Forces, is the living descendant of Yaboku, The Moon God. This is why The Emperor is an Akitsumikami, divinity in human form. As such, The Constitution protects him for he is sacred and inviolable.

However, that doesn't mean I can't do anything about our starving countrymen. As a major in the Eastasian Imperial Army, I'm prepared to do my best for The Empire. It's not going to be much but every drop of sweat counts. Even if just subtracts a second, a minute, or a day from the war. If we win, the provinces won't need to send us their food anymore. Everything will go back to normal. The Empire will continue to prosper.

I live to shed my blood for The Empire for The Emperor.

If I could end the war by dying...I'll do it.

Ugh. The rain got stronger. I have to find shelter.

I looked around and spotted the North Gate of the Inner Imperial Palace. It's still open. I could see the lights are still on in the gate's information kiosk pavilion. And there's somebody in there too! I could stay there.

I sprinted towards the North Gate, had to cross a bridge to get there. A network of moats separate the Inner Imperial Palace from the Outer Imperial Palace, an area of the palace full of gardens open to the public. It's usually a nice quiet place for me to let out some stress after a long day at work.

At the moment, my company is serving as one of the palace guard units. The Imperial Guard who is permanently responsible for this is out on the battlefield. Me and my men will be returning there after a few months. Odd our stay here was extended, we were supposed to be out of here last month.

Ah, a roof above my head. I got in the pavilion. I approached the kiosk to ask the guy "Hey, how long are you planning to stay here?" They usually close at 10 o'clock every night. I looked at my watch. It's 9:30. Oh well. That's enough time for me to dry up. If it's still raining by then, I just have to pray to Ebisu that I don't get sick tomorrow. I've never missed a day in duty.

"Hey." A white-haired man is scratching his hair and yawned, showing me his set of unusually pointed teeth. Huh. Isn't there a unit in The Army who does this kind of thing as a tradition for their new recruits? Probably a reject if so. He tinted his hair with some blue dye. Colored hair is not allowed in the Armed Forces. But the most important question that could answer and, if it is how I thought, support my suspicion, is: Why is he working in an information kiosk then?

He closed his eyes and yawned again before he finally looked at me...not saying anything.

...We are just looking at each other.

This is awkward.

"I haven't got all night, kid." The man snorted out. "I'm gonna close up shop soon so spill it or beat it."

Did he just call me kid? Some receptionist this guy is. He probably thinks his ass is shiny enough to blind the gods up in the heavens.

"First off, I'm not a kid." I said, my hands gripping on the kiosk counter, my veins probably showing, I could feel it throb. "Second, I'm a major, a commanding officer of one of the Imperial Army units garrisoned here to protect His Imperial Majesty The Emperor and the Imperial House."

"Yeah, right, and I'm the Prime Minister."

What an asshole.

"Just tell me what's your problem." That's what I was trying to do! This jerk...

"Up. Until. What. Time. Are. You. Open?" I bellowed and crossed my arms to show him I mean business. I even put on my scowl. With these three, combined with my uniform, I might be able intimidate the fucking sarcastic superiority complex out of him.

"Read. The. Sign." It didn't work. He even went as far as to mimic me instead, mocking me. He pointed at the kiosk window where...a sign says...Open from 9:00 AM to 10:00 PM.

"What's the point of putting up a sign like this if people are not smart enough to read it." The man said, grunting as he skimmed through some papers and stacked them on top of each other, holding it up to tap the bottom of the bundle on the table below the counter to neatly bunch it together as one organized pile.

"Pfft." I had enough talking with this guy. I walked over to a bench and sat on it. I picked one facing opposite to the kiosk. I don't want to see his stupid face as much as possible, and forever after I finally leave.

I unbuttoned and took off my military tunic and set it on the bench head. Also my tie, it feels like it's choking me. I probably tied it too tight. I even had a hard time just pulling on the knot to figure out where I should start undoing it. Nearly everywhere I touch hardly moves.

Praise Ebisu for I have yawned. I'm definitely feeling sleepy now. Probably because I'm settled in this bench. So comfy. It's starting to feel nice on my back. Ooh! Niiice... Yes, I could feel my bones collapse and relax. I didn't realize I've been tense before I sat down. It's become my second nature as a soldier. To wear the uniform, I must have the proper posture.

I closed my eyes. I could use some shut eye. Just for 15 minutes.

Waiting to fall asleep, I stretched an arm forward and rolled my shoulder, hearing a satisfying crack.

I could use a good massage in the weekend. That'll be expensive though and I don't want to have unprecedented unsafe sex. That usually happens in cheaper places who're making their patrons horny so they'd be swayed to pay more after the place revealed their secret services. I got scammed only once so I've learned my lesson. Not all tits are fine as their pussies. Thank Oinari I didn't get STD or something. Only my dick smelled funny.

Hmm. Maybe I could ask Sakura-chan. She'll most likely know how to massage. She is a woman. Although, there'll be no sex...

"Hey."

I groaned. What does he want? I turned around to look behind me but...he's not there. Didn't I heard him there? I looked down over the bench and across the floor at the kiosk to see if he called from there. No jerk in sight.

Where the fuck is he?

Suddenly, a hand covers my mouth with cloth.

Shit! It's chloroform!

I pulled away successfully but he pushes my body down on the bench using his unusually heavy weight. He doesn't look that built. Either way, he must be strong. Maybe what I thought earlier was right. Maybe he is a military reject from some special unit-

No. From the elite special mission unit Special Forces Group! That explains the teeth.

He's right on top of me now, smirking like a smug villain in the movies. He's trying to put the cloth back on my mouth and nose but I kept blocking and jabbing his arms away.

When I felt him knee my groin gently, somewhat tenderly, after it made me moan, I automatically cusped my growing bulge underneath him and left my face defenseless.

"You should've just asked me for an umbrella and left, Uzumaki-shôsa... Now, he wants you."

I couldn't think properly. Everything I see is swirling. I closed my eyes but my thoughts too...merging, disappearing...mixing memories...people, places, and things I've seen...all turning into different kinds of...color?

Everything became...one thing.

Then...it faded...everything...into black.

Everything... Everything...

Nothing.


Chapter End Notes:

1. The Great Eastasian Empire is based on 1984's superstate "Eastasia" and the name "Great Eastasian Empire" is a reference to the former name of the Empire of Japan (大日本帝國 "Dai Nippon Teikoku") "Great Japanese Empire".
2. This is not a crossover of Naruto and 1984. This fanfiction is only inspired by its worldbuilding.
3. It should be obvious by now that this is not historical fiction.
4. The "National Capital Region" is the whole of Japan and inspired by the actual NCR, also known as "Greater Tokyo Area", so there are no prefectures in Japan. Instead, it is divided into wards. Meanwhile, The Empire is divided into prefectures.
5. The Eastasian monarchy is not the Japanese monarchy. Anything that might suggest the Imperial House of Japan is in an alternate reality in this fanfiction will be avoided as much as possible. I do not want to disrespect the institution and everything it represents in Japan.
6. 少佐 "Shôsa" is Japanese for "Major".
7. This story was originally published in Archive Our Own under the Pseud "The Bespectacled Thomasian".
8. Thank you for reading this fanfiction!