The first thing she noticed when she regained consciousness was that she was once again tied down to a chair.
Instead of the all-white rooms of T&I, she was now strapped in place to a dark metal chair, darkness consuming all other details of the area she was currently in. She didn't feel any air moving, she didn't see any light, and all she could hear was a steady drip-drip-drip from a nearby leak echoing around her. The all-black room was such a stark contrast from the all-white room of before that she immediately knew the Hokage's answer to her last question.
The Hokage had approached her in search of information about the future. Thanks to Inoichi revealing her knowledge to the Hokage, it was clear that she could be either a great ally, or a dangerous enemy. Honestly, she didn't want any trouble. All she wanted was to go home, and she would do anything to get that chance. She'd hoped to make that clear to the Hokage, regardless of the language barrier.
Looked like she had failed.
Time to count her blessings. At least she wasn't feverish anymore. Her memory was still spotty, but she recognized that Narutoverse was separate from her own, and that she had family left waiting for her. She breathed in deeply to try and calm her racing heart, the dank air reminding her of the basement her family lived in when she was eleven. So back to interrogation then. No problem. She had been exposed to KI three times now, she would handle herself better now that she wasn't inexplicably sick and caught between the claws of panic. She could do this. She would have to do it, in order to get back home.
A sharp object screeched as it slid against stone floor, and she gasped at the sudden noise. Light flared to her right in the shape of a doorway, outlining a man's silhouette. She breathed out sharply as the person approached, straining her eyes for any details she could use to define them.
"Hello? Hi, hey, what's up, um, can I get out of here? You're clearly a trained ninja and I'm weaker than your civilians okay, there's literally nothing I could do to you, please let me go?"
The man paused directly in front of her. She held her breath as a hand reached out and gently caressed her cheek, calloused fingers dancing over her cheekbones and tucking a lock of flyaway hair behind her ear.
Her heart stopped, and she absentmindedly realized her hat was no longer on her head. Her eyes trained on the thumb that trailed down her right cheek, barely visible in the weak light pooling in from the open doorway. Her breath stuttered as that same thumb ghosted over her bottom lip.
"No," she gasped. "No, no please don't. Please." Surely the Hokage hadn't ordered her raped, had he? What good would come of that? Then again, the Hokage could've ordered her to be broken, to have her will beaten out of her, to ensure her loyalty to Konohagakure. That could be interpreted in any manner of ways.
Something drained into the air, some kind of apprehensive delight. She whined pitifully as the hand tightly grasped her cheeks and shoved her head forcibly upwards. Hyperventilating now, she squeezed her eyes shut and jolted backwards, trying to wrest her face free from the bruising grip. The tension in the air shifted to something drastically darker, and she whimpered as she identified the increasingly powerful KI. The fear crept stealthily into her bones, enough that she knew it would paralyze her but slow enough that she would tremble and struggle until the last minute.
Cloth audibly shifted, and she reached her breaking point. "Holy fucking shit please don't rape me." she blurted. "Fucking christ no come on man, that's fucked up." she continued babbling, hoping that if she kept her mouth busy he wouldn't shove anything into it. "No, no please don't, you can't do this please, I've done nothing! I've LITERALLY done NOTHING, NO!"
The man forced his fingers into her mouth and she choked at the sudden intrusion. Desperately, she bit down as hard as she could, blood suddenly flowing across her tongue. The man hissed, something stomped on her foot hard enough to break her big toe, and a hand quickly slapped her unconscious.
Blearily, she opened her eyes after the sudden rush of unconsciousness, seeing the hand reappear from the darkness to open her mouth once more. Her head spun, blood trickled from her lips, and her left big toe throbbed horribly. She whimpered as the hand once again forced her mouth open, and fingers pried her tongue out from between her teeth. She mouthed words of defiance incoherently, switching from cursing and begging all in the same sentence.
Something cold and disgusting brushed against her tongue, and she went cross-eyed in an attempt to see it, tears blurring her vision. They trickled down without her consent, like the saliva pooling against her bottom lips and tracking sticky paths down her chin. She managed to snatch a glimpse of something wooden flickering back and forth, as that soft yet cold and nasty thing traced patterns on her tongue, leaving behind it mildly burning designs of foul-tasting liquid.
Danzo's face loomed towards her out of the shadows, peering down at her tongue, and it abruptly all made sense.
She was being inducted into ROOT.
The aged warrior leaned back, and his calloused hand raised to form a seal. Pain scorched across her tongue, following the paths Danzo had painted with his brush, and she shrieked. Her limbs seized and jerked out of control, her head slammed back against the metal chair, bright flashes flickered in front of her wild eyes. Blue chakra ensconced her, starting from her mouth, and she gagged as her tongue swelled. She continued screaming as the white-hot pain slowly started dragging itself through her body, lava flowing along her veins and settling itself within her like an unwelcome psychopath roommate.
She made wordless sounds of fuck-ow-fuck-my-life-i-want-to-die, her throat closed as her tongue flopped out of her mouth, her heart skipped three beats, and she collapsed KOed.
She woke up in the same room, this time feeling like three trains ran her over in quick succession. She groaned, then instantly regretted it. Her throat blazed at any movement, and her tongue pulsed with sharp flashes of indescribable pain. She wished she could just go back to being unconscious, because having to feel this kind of pain sucked ass. She swallowed, and held back a reflexive whimper. She opened her mouth and her swollen tongue lolled out to the side. Saliva trickled down from the right corner of her lips, but she didn't bother trying to wipe it. She could feel the bindings around her wrists and ankles, and her shoulders ached from the position they'd maintained for who-knew-how long, seeing as they'd tied her arms behind the back of the chair. Assholes, the lot of them. Seriously, who the fuck did this to a kid?
Danzou, that's who.
Her whole body tensed as a door creaked open, the bottom scratching against the rocky floor. Shit, fucking Shimura danzou, Hell, she could remember, she could just barely remember that motherfucking cunt doing something weird to her tongue before she passed out, Christ Almighty give her strength, she was so fucking screwed, footsteps tapped lightly against the stone floor, approaching her, too dark to see, she was going to die, the Hokage let these assholes have their way with her, but why, she wasn't a threat, she didn't know anything, she didn't want to die, NO!
"She's conscious, sir." said a voice, silky tenor smoothing over the words like it was a personal compliment other than a simple observation. Cool, gentle fingers glossed over her chin, tilting her head to face the front. Light framed two silhouettes, one she assumed was Danzou stationed just inside the door, the other directly in front of her. A pair of glasses shined as the person shifted, and a million and one curses burst into her mind before collapsing into one big feeling of I'M SO FUCKING SCREWED. She was 87% sure Kabuto was currently in front of her.
"Will she survive?" questioned Danzou.
Kabuto hummed in contemplation, and she watched as the fingers touching her chin began to glow a minty green. Her eyes rolled back into her head as that same wonderful feeling flowed through her, this time ten times more potent. It was fucking amazing. She hoped this feeling never stopped. It was like honey ran through her veins. It was like there weren't any problems left in the world, and she could spend the rest of her days surrounded by her stuffed animals, her quilt hanging above her like a tent. It was like her entire family hugged her all at once, and then superglued themselves on to her so they couldn't ever stop hugging her. It was like chewing Spearmint and daydreaming about the love of her life rescuing her from her life of misery. It was like riding her bike down the tallest hill in the world, and then letting go of the handlebars. It was euphoric. It was freedom.
Kabuto removed his fingers, and she abruptly remembered she was in the Naruto world, a world previously assumed to not exist, with no recollection of her own name or how she got there, having recently been inducted into ROOT, with Danzou and Kabuto right in front of her. Reality sucked.
"She will be fine." Kabuto answered. "It also appears that iryoninjutsu has drug-like effects when used on her."
She breathed in deeply to clear her mind, and blinked against the darkness. Wait a minute, when she was talking to the Hokage, and Inoichi, and that ninja lady, she hadn't understood a lick of what they were talking. Yet now, she can clearly understand every word that Danzou and Kabuto are speaking. How? What changed? What was she going to do to get out of here?
"Use that to your advantage. Interrogate her. Find out everything she knows. Kill her when you're finished." Danzou ordered.
She jolted at the old mann's words, eyes popping open and locking on Kabuto's shadowed image. Her fists gripped tightly onto the armrests of the metal chair they were tied to, her knuckles going white from the strength of her grip. She brought her tongue back inside her mouth, squeezing her eyes shut against the pain, yet opening them as soon as she was able.
"She doesn't understand our language, sir." said Kabuto, as still as a statue, the light glinting off his glasses making it seem like a nearsighted demon had come for her soul.
Danzou backed out of the room. "You'll find a way," he assured, and then the door creaked shut.
She immediately began to hyperventilate in the darkness. With the meager amount of light having gone, all hope of tracking Kabuto left. She was now all alone in a dark room tied to a chair with a stone-cold killer just chilling with her. Holy shit. Holy shit she was so fucked. Fucking shit damn it, how was she going to get out of this, what was she going to do? How could she-
Something blunt slammed into her gut and she gasped against the pain, her mouth opening and tongue flying open along with a glob of saliva and a strange 'guh!' sound. SHe slumped against the chair for less than a second before something else struck her face with enough force to whip her head to the side and strain her neck. She yelped, certain that blood was pooling in her mouth, hoping that would be the end of it, when she was hit across the face once again. She hissed through the pain and spat out a comb of blood and saliva, managing a single breath before something smashed against her nose.
She shouted as her nose crushed under the force, pain unlike anything she had ever experienced plunging her into unconsciousness. She resumed awareness at another flash of agony, this time because something yanked her matted hair down and with it tilted her face upwards. Liquid splashed over her face, and she choked against it, trying to shake it off so she could take a breath. She struggled for a few moments before she was released, and she gasped desperately for air, focusing on just breathing, determined to ignore her sore stomach, her stinging face, and her throbbing nose and tongue.
Unwittingly, tears tracked down her cheeks.
"Are you crying?" Kabuto asked, clear surprise in his voice. Her bottom lip trembled against the weight of her swollen tongue, the pain of her nose, and the stress of her entire situation. She blinked harshly against the build up in her eyes, wishing not to show any weakness, but knowing it was an exercise in futility. Kabuto laughed outright at her efforts, and then glossed his fingers across her left cheek, bringing with him the horrible sensation of needles piercing through her skin. She grunted and jolted her face away from his hands. "You're so pathetic," he snickered. "I can't believe a weak little girl like you knew about jinchuurikis. This is too ridiculous to be real!"
She rolled her tongue, found it marginally more controllable, and managed to speak around it. "Fuck you," she groaned, defiant regardless of the pain she was in. She had been punched a few times before. Obviously she hadn't ever felt something as painfully strong as Kabuto's previous punches, nor had she ever broken a bone before, but she'd gotten into enough fights during her middle school years to have grown accustomed to pain in her face and gut. She wouldn't allow herself to be humiliated like this. She had to be strong. She had to be defiant.
The room had gone oddly silent, quiet enough for her to hear that dripping leak again. She smiled without reason. "That's right, cunt. Fuck you, you ass-lickin' piece of shit." She licked her lips, wincing the three-hit-combo of having a swollen tongue, a busted lip, and an unidentifiable cut within her mouth. "D'you like being Orochimaru's bitch, Helmet-chan? I'm sure he likes havin' you." she slurred. Making fun of other people was her default reaction when in danger. It never helped, but she also never learned her lesson, so yeah. Bam.
"Oh yeah, he really likes havin' you. Every night, that slimey pedophile goes to bed with images of you in his head. He's so pleased every time you do something right, isn't he? That's because he knows it's only a matter of time before you give in to him. Shit, he pro'lly steals your glasses and jerks off on them. You lost any specs lately? Check underneath his bed, you'll find it th-" she cut off with a broken inhale as Kabuto launched himself at her neck.
The spy squeezed her throat so hard her eyes popped out a little. She jerked against his hold, choking for air, but his strength pinned her to the back of the chair she was tied to. Her mouth opened and closed, and she made another sound that barely managed to strangle it's way out of her throat. Kabuto squeezed even more, and she spasmed uncontrollably.
"So, you do speak our language. We knew that as soon as someone truly invested in discovering your secrets got involved, you would easily comply with our orders. We haven't even been here for more than five minutes and already you're telling me everything. I just love it when I have a subject as responsive as you." Kabuto remarked quietly, something like a smile brightening his voice. Her eyes rolled upwards, and the combination of choking to death in utter darkness brought absolute regret.
She regretted taunting Kabuto. She regretted reading the Naruto manga. She regretted ever leaving for school that morning. She regretted not telling her sister she loved her that day before school.
Her lungs burned for air. Her eyelids fluttered.
"Don't worry," Kabuto cooed. "I won't kill you just yet. We still have a lot of things to talk about, after all."
She regretted not telling her brother how much she loved him before he died. She regretted being born into dysfunctional family. She regretted not learning martial arts. She regretted being born.
She regretted not remembering her name before she died.
She wished she'd died when Kabuto choked her.
Instead, she was revived, and then toured through the seven levels of Hell.
She had no idea how long she spent in that room. Time became unimportant when faced with torture. Whether it had been hours or months, it was irrelevant in the face of what Kabuto had done to her. The only reason why she was still alive was because of how skilled Kabuto was at medical jutsu. Other than that, she was utterly broken.
Just breathing brought her pain. Her eyes were closed, since there was literally no difference between that and the darkness around her. She heard a rustle of cloth and stiffened, hissing at the pain the tension brought her. Kabuto chuckled somewhere to her left, and she sucked in a sharp breath.
"Please," she whispered. "Please, I already told you everything I remembered, I swear."
"I don't believe you." he sang. Something metal clanked on the floor.
"No!" she gasped. "Not again, please, oh my god please don't do this, please!" she begged. "What else do you want? What else can I say? I've told you everything I know!"
"How did you get here?" Kabuto inquired in an innocent tone, as if he wasn't caressing her bruised throat with a sharp and cold blade.
"I don't know!" she sobbed. "I don't know, I don't remember, please, stop!"
Kabuto tutted and lightly flicked her broken-repaired-broken-again nose, sending a flare of agony through her head. "You should know by now that it would be much easier to tell me the truth."
"I can't even remember my own name!" she wailed. "How the fuck do you expect me to remember how I traveled to another world?"
Kabuto abruptly pierced the blade through her right hand, and she screamed. It was horrible, so much worse than the movies were ever able to capture. Her whole hand was paralyzed with pain, and the blood pouring out of the wound sizzled, and her arm throbbed, and her brain short-circuited every damn time he did this, and the room was spinning, and-
Euphoria roared through her damaged body, and she wheezed at the glorious sensation contrasting with the terrible ache in her body. It quickly puttered out and left her with nothing more then fucking-OW-everywhere.
"You know, you have a really bad pain tolerance." Kabuto commented, leaving the blade there and shifting away from her to do something else, she didn't bother guessing.
"Why?" she whined. "Why do you keep hurting me? Why? I told you everything, I told you about Kaguya and Zetsu, I told you about the Uchiha Massacre, I told you about the jinchuuriki, I told you about the Chunin Exam Invasion, what more could you possibly want?"
"While I'll admit that's all well and good," Kabuto said, "I still don't think that's everything. Where did you get this knowledge?"
"I WATCHED THE ANIME!" she shouted. "I TOLD YOU I WATCHED THE FUCKING ANIME AND READ THE FUCKING MANGA, THIS ISN'T MY WORLD, YOU'RE ALL FAKE, THIS ISN'T REAL, I DON'T BELIEVE IT, STOP, WAKE UP, I HAVE TO WAKE UP, I HAVE TO WAKE UP-"
"Oh no, this is very much reality." assured Kabuto as he placed something searing hot in the space between her breasts.
The girl shrieked as the hot metal burned her skin. She wriggled against her restraints, yelling and crying, unable to get away from her suffering. A few moments later Kabuto withdrew the hot metal, and she once again slumped in the chair, head spinning with nausea from the stench of her own melting flesh.
"I just want to go home." she wept. "I wanna go back home."
"You're such a child." scoffed Kabuto. "Now, tell me how you learned about the invasion."
The girl only just continued weeping. Kabuto sighed dramatically, and shortly afterwards she heard the door creak open and shut.
A few minutes of just her breathing passed, until she could predict when the leaking water would hit the stone floor. She swallowed down saliva, blood, and the urge to vomit. There was no way she was going to get out of here. She couldn't fight back, she was too weak, and she was tied to a fucking chair. She was injured because of Kabuto's torture, and couldn't heal herself. She didn't even know how she got here in the first place, so what was the point of even contemplating escape?
A faint image of a young smiling girl with bushy hair swept through her mind. Poor, poor little sister. If only she could remember her name, if only she could get out of this place, if only she could see her sister again, if only-
The door opened. She didn't bother moving. Some people walked in, one with a telling clack of a cane every few steps.
"I am a forgiving man, little girl." said Danzou. "Tell me everything you know, and I will not kill you."
She took in a shuddering breath, before croaking, "I told Kabuto everything I know. I swear I did. Everything else, I can't remember. If you just-if you could just give me some time, please, I just need some time to recover and I'll remember them. I can't even remember my own name. But I, I told him, I told him about the invasion, and I told him the jinchuuriki's names, and I told him about Kaguya, and I'll tell you more, I'll tell you everything, just, just please don't kill me, please."
Danzou went quiet for a moment. "So if I give you some time to heal and regain your strength, you will tell me everything you know?"
"Yes! God yes, I mean I already told you everything I remember right now, but I-I know there's more to it, so if I can just get some time to remember, I'll tell you, I just don't want to die, I just want to go back home, I'll tell you everything but please, please just let me go home!"
She swallowed uneasily, tense with suspense, until Danzou said, "Alright."
She gasped sharply, causing her injuries to flare for a moment. The footsteps and clacking of the cane started up again. "Wait, are you serious?" she asked, unbelieving of this turn of events.
Danzou opened the door, and then huffed in amusement. "Of course not. Stupid girl." He then left the room, the sounds of someone's throat being slit serenading him out.
#trollDanzou
Iryoninjutsu=Iryo-jutsu=Medical ninjutsu
also idk how to breakline sooo, sorry?