Sarada woke up in a sunbathed room, lying on her back. It took a moment before she felt her body again. The numbness was replaced by a dull pain that was everywhere but more so on her side. Pain was good, it meant that she was still alive. Not something she had expected to be when she lost consciousness.
She looked around but everything was blurry.
Her glasses. Where were her glasses? She sat up very slowly and tried to spot her glasses but there was nothing red anywhere to be seen.
From what she could see, it was a room like she had seen it in some of her friends' houses. In traditional houses. The floor was covered in soft mats and she could feel a slight heat gradient in the floor's heating. Some of the walls were just sliding panels made from paper and wood. In the corner of the room stood a traditional paper lantern.

The quiet noise of wood scraping against wood behind her told her that a door had just open. There had been no footsteps from what she had heard.
Well, someone is light on their feet, she thought.
"You're awake," a voice said. It sounded like a young man and when she turned around to squint at her visitor, she confirmed this by his stature.
"We need to talk," he said. "But first you should go freshen up."
"What?"
"You have been asleep for two days, don't tell me you don't have to take a dump."
"Two days?!" She exclaimed.
The second he implied going to the restroom, she also felt that she needed to.
"Yes, I should "freshen up"."
"Good."
She tried to get up but her knees were too weak.
The man grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. Now was the first time the she could actually see his face. He had long dark hair and dark eyes, long eyelashes and full lips.
"Where are my glasses?"
"They were broken. I'm sorry."
"Damn."

"What's your name?" She asked as he led her down the hall way too slowly for her taste.
"Izuna."
"Izuna, don't ever talk to me about bodily functions again."
He laughed and nodded.
She wanted to ask questions. Most of all she wondered why no one had come to pick her up to bring her to the hospital.
Maybe the Ōtsutsuki had teleported her far away and no one could feel her -probably very weak- chakra over this distance? She would have to find out where she was and get back to Konoha as fast as possible. Maybe she could still help. Hopefully there still was a Konoha to come back to, said a more pessimistic part of her. Maybe she could get some answers from her host but it would have to wait. For now.

Her host had gotten her something to eat while he heated the bath. With fire. This house must be in the middle of nowhere, if they did not have running hot water.
The simple food Izuna had brought her was the best thing she had ever eaten. After one bite she felt extremely hungry. Sarada could not remember a time in her life when she had ever been this hungry and she had to restrain herself from just gulping down everything at once.

When she had finished her meal, Izuna had not returned yet, so Sarada had a moment to find out where she was. She got up shakily to go to the slid door where she assumed the outside was. Her legs still felt weak but she managed not to fall.

(Here goes a drawing, again you can find them on my deviantart^^, quick description: A garden in autumn)

The wind was cold and she closed the door again.

Izuna returned soon after with some clothes under his arm. He came over and waited for her to take his hand. For a split second she thought about passing, her pride acting up but it was over as fast as it had come. Sarada took his hand and let him lead her to the bathroom.
"You haven't asked for my name."
"I didn't have to, Uchiha Sarada, your name is on your clothes."
The vest. Right. Her name was embroidered on the inside and the Uchiha symbol on the outside.

She was very relieved to get out of her dirty clothes, and the hot water was truly a blessing. She inspected the wound on her side at the occasion. It was stitched up nicely and already partially healed.
Someone had to have done multiple healing sessions on her, if it had been only two days.
The clothes, as it turned out, was a kimono plus the undergarments. Okay, she thought.
The kimono was dark blue like the one Izuna wore, and it was embroidered with the Uchiha symbol.
What was the meaning of this? Something about this deeply unsettled her and she just stood there, half-dressed, staring at the fabric. There was only one way to find out what the fuck was going on.

"You have a lot of explaining to do," Izuna told her as they sat down in the room she had woken up in.
As nice as he had been until now, it seemed like that was over. This was serious business and the hardness in expression made her doubt his friendly act from early.
He had brought tea and a bundle wrapped in paper.
He handed Sarada her glasses. They were broken in half, one side was glassless and the other was cracked. She sighed deeply.
Izuna unwrapped the bundle and took something out. It was her armband.
"I asked around and someone recognised it as the symbol of the Uzumaki clan of the sea but this," - the Konoha symbol on the inside of her vest- "No one has ever seen it before."
She blinked and fell into a shocked silence. What?
"Also," he pulled something else out of the paper bundle. It was her satellite phone! She could call home! Sarada grabbed it out of his hand and flipped it open.
The screen was slightly cracked and the writing on it said, "No Satellite Connection" in bold letters.
"What?" She asked quietly. It did not make sense. How could there be no service on this phone? If she was on earth, this thing had to have service.
"Where am I?" She asked Izuna suddenly.
"Why are you wearing such a weird combination of symbols? How did you end up on the battlefield? Where are you from?" With each question he leaned closer and lowered his voice. Then they just stared at each other.
"An answer for an answer?" Izuna suggested. She nodded hesitantly, still trying to make sense of all of this.
"You are at the clan head's house."
His questions were much harder answer though.
"This is my uniform and the symbols are a part of it."
Her answer was clearly not what want he had wanted to hear and he stared at her as if that would make her elaborate on it, but she said nothing.
"What about that? What is it?" He pointed to the satellite phone. Sarada was confused by this question. It was obviously a phone, but Izuna did not seem to recognise it.
"A ... communication device," she said vaguely. What was the meaning of this? There was an answer that would make sense of all of this in her mind but that could not be.
It was not possible, don't be ridiculous, Sarada, she told herself. Was it though? A part of her thought. Think about dad's power! How would this be any different?
She had been silent for some time as she tried to figure out what in the world was going on, and Izuna just stared at her.
He suddenly got up.
"We should go."
"What?"
"The clan head wants to meet you as soon as you're up to it."
"But-"
"Come."

Izuna led her to another room.
"Our guest is awake. Can we come in?" He said to the closed screen.
"Come in," a voice answered from inside.
The clan head sat at a table, his eyes fixed on whatever he was writing. Sarada was glad this was the case, because the polite smile she had put on just slid sideways off her face the moment she saw the man. She pulled herself together just in time for him to finish his writing and look up at her.

Authors Note: Japanese houses don't have that kind of floor heating. Like seriously Japan? The Koreans had it for ages, anyways this house has heating because I say it does XD -signed a who always feels cold.

At Princess Sarada Uchiha : Thanks! I have not read that story, so I do not know if the stories are similar or not. I haven't settled on a pairing yet tbh.

Also because I'm sure, not everyone looked at the drawings: Sarada here is older and not a twelve year old.