2 Days After Attack
Naruto woke up groggy and uncomfortable. When he went to rub the sleep out of his eyes, his body wouldn't respond. Or the more likely reason, couldn't. Naruto found himself restrained by Chakra absorbing cuffs on his ankles and wrists and a strange seal on a piece of paper over his heart. He was laying on a wide table in a spread eagle position, providing him with little room to move. However, it should be said that no one, not even ANBU level IT department members should ever, EVER, underestimate Naruto. So Naruto did the unthinkable to most. He dislocated EVERY major socket, which included his hips, shoulders, ankles, and even one of his wrists. And with enough freedom to move around, Naruto, using his teeth, ripped the seal off his chest.
He noticed one word in the seal that stood out in kanji. KILL. Which could only mean one thing. At either the whim of the sealer or at the release of the bonds forcefully, Naruto didn't know which, THAT seal was meant to kill the person attached to it. So without the seal holding him back, Naruto, using his own blood as a lubricant, slowly and painfully slid his ankles and one of his wrists out of the cuffs. If Naruto knew one thing, it was to keep quiet even after being in pain. Then again, a high pain tolerance never hurt anyone, much.
With Naruto mostly freed from his bonds, Naruto let his body heal while pulling his freed hand to get his final hand released. With a gunshot his hand slid from the final cuff and Naruto was finally free. Cold, naked and scared, Naruto did what any 6 year old would do. He cried loudly. The first sounds from his mouth since he woke up and Naruto just sat in the corner crying.
He was terrified of what happened. Did that mean old cripple finally get his Ojii-san to take him away? Or did something truly frightening happen. Maybe he was captured by some Kyubii hater to use him as a slave or even to try and kill him.
Oh, he knew what happened. He remembered the whole attack on himself two days ago, complete with multiple rapes and mutilations. One of the more cruel things of having the Kyubii sealed within him, Naruto had an unparalleled memory. Oh, it was no where near eidetic or even photographic, but if Naruto tried, he could remember things as far back as when he was almost 3. Faces, conversations, deeds, Naruto could remember almost all of them.
When the Hokage tested his short and long term memory, they found out he had a 96% memory rate. Nearly everything Naruto heard, saw or did, he remembered. When Sarutobi decided to show Naruto a simple water jutsu when they were in the Public Gardens, Naruto copied every hand sign perfectly. When Sarutobi when through a series of hand signs faster, Naruto copied all but one even down to the few random hand swings meant to throw off the sharingan and those like it.
But here was Naruto, in the far corner, cold, hungry and naked, crying in a damp, cool cell without even a window. And this is how Anko, assigned interrogator and mind probe, found him. She expected him to be restrained on the table or dead, possibly even asleep, like he was the multiple other times she went to check on him.
After all, this was Konoha. And that meant civilian or unknown prisoners had at least SOME rights. Like clothing, food, and even medical care, not that any doctor would ever treat Naruto, not even the ANBU doctors. Such bigotry ran deep within the veins of the Leaf, and each case made Sarutobi's heart fall a little more.
Anko made her way over to his slowly, going against her kunoichi training and making sure every footstep was heard, even to someone like Naruto. And all he did was curl up into an ever tightening ball. Anko thought that some of his sockets might pop out (not that she knew that they already were), and moved to stop him.
With a gentle hand on Naruto's shoulder, which she could feel was dislocated, Anko did something not many could even fathom her doing. And that was pulling Naruto into he now sitting lap and comforting him. She cooed and rubbed his back as Naruto continued to cry and sob, incoherent words sputtering out of his mouth now and then.
After what felt like hours Naruto was finally starting to make sense. His tears had dried a while ago yet he continued to "cry". All Naruto said was "Why me? What did I do?" over and over. It was then that Anko knew that this was a scared and lonely 6 year old jinchuuriki and not a raging 9 tails "demon" fox just playing around. Contrary to her usual behavior, Anko did know how to be that soft, gentle girl. But she preferred to play the sadistic bloodlust bitch due to her profession, and to her fetish.
After extensive questioning but Ibiki and a voluntary mind probe by Inoichi, Naruto was bagged and released from ANBU IT. And it was after this long, painful week that Naruto Uzumaki was again revealed to the world, though now he had a squad of ANBU for "Asset Protection".