A/N: Heya! It's that time of the decade again. I've fallen head over heels into a new old obsession and the plot bunnies are demanding attention. So, now apparently, Naruto. Here we go.

This is a short story I wrote to see if I can still string words into sentences. Sentences, man ...!
I wanted to try out a few characters and perspectives, therefore we will have 3 characters in 3 chapters. It's more or less a writing exercise, therefore not too heavy on plot and rather concentrates on feelings, thoughts and the character interactions.
As this story is the darkest I've ever written and given the subject matter, I'm dropping a spoiler: It won't cover rape, but it features a detailed non-con scene and it'll be tough. Please take care of yourselves.

So! I haven't written in ages, am new to the fandom and English is not my first language. This story is not betaed. You can also find it on ao3, where I posted for the first time and probably did everything wrong.

Hyperopia

Chapter 1 - Sasuke

Consciousness returns slowly. Sasuke doesn't need to open his eyes to know immediately that he's in trouble.

For one thing, he's lying on cold, hard ground that smells like dirt and mould, and for another thing, his head is throbbing, and his chest hurts when he's breathing. It's not a headache like the one he gets when he's overdoing it with his Sharingan, or the muscle pain he sometimes feels after training.

Last but not least, there are strange voices talking in the background, voices he doesn't know. He feels like that should have been his first clue, but as he tries to clear his head, he realizes that his senses are only slowly processing information. Slow and in fragments.

After smell, pain and hearing, his memory trickles in. It falls in place piece by piece.

They were in a fight. On their way back from the Land of Waves, a group of men attacked them – obviously. because why would a mission concerning the Land of Waves ever go smoothly?

Sasuke didn't know what their attackers wanted and hadn't cared. Five against four – with Kakashi at their side, they should have won easily. But the men were strong, clearly shinobi trained in all sorts of fighting techniques, and their attack was ruthless. They didn't wear crests or hitai-ates, he couldn't make out any accents or dialect giving them away. Then two of them threw kunai at them at breath-taking speed and Team 7 was very busy fending them off. Sasuke struggled to keep the other three in sight when Kakashi decided that enough was enough, got ready, and – nothing.

Sasuke remembers blinking at him confusedly, trying to figure out the finger signs, but: nothing. Absolutely nothing happened. Kakashi's signs had absolutely no effect.

None of their jutsu worked anymore.

Sasuke's Sharingan didn't work anymore.

At that memory, he opens his eyes with a gasp. No time to consider the strange ceiling – he still can't activate his Sharingan. Immediately, the same panic surges back as it did in the forest. The same feeling of loss.

Sakura, smart as always, had reacted first and tried to dispel it as a genjutsu, albeit without success. With some jutsu neither of them has ever heard of, their attackers had completely blocked their chakras. No genjutsu, no ninjutsu, no kuchiyose worked anymore. They were given a few seconds to let that realization sink in before the other group made its move.

Sasuke blinks and slowly turns his head to observe the room he is in. Wood and brick clay, spider webs in the corners. There is an old, mangy door and only one small, dirty window close to the ceiling that allows a few weak streaks of daylight to illuminate the room poorly. The ground he lies on is made of clammy rammed earth; He's in a cellar, most likely. Or maybe a ground-floor room in an abandoned hunter's cabin. He has no way of finding out if he is still in the forest, but the bruise above his ribs feels fresh. He doesn't think much time has passed.

It's cold. As he slowly pulls himself up and tries to listen to the voices, his thoughts wander back to the fight.

It was brutal. With only taijutsu to defend themselves, Sakura and Naruto were quickly defeated. Sasuke remembers whirling around upside down, with his hands on the ground and his feet blocking various body parts when Sakura went down next to him. Soon after, Naruto's yelling stopped. Sasuke tried to find Kakashi between the blows and kicks, find some strategy to get them out of that situation, when one of the thugs managed to land a kick against his chest and punched the air right out of his lungs.

Not able to break the fall, Sasuke slammed into the ground and saw stars at bright daylight for a few precious moments. When he jumped back up again, his opponent had already followed him.

He's not sure what happened then, but given the lump at his temple, he had been knocked out without much further ado.

Which brings him to the here and now.

It sucks.

He's alone. None of his teammates are with him and Sasuke doesn't know what happened to them. He's not handcuffed or shackled, which is a good thing in and of itself but only pisses him off further – whoever kidnapped him obviously doesn't regard him as a threat.

Then there are steps coming closer to the door and Sasuke quickly tries to create a Katon just to be sure, but nothing happens. No chakra, still. Okay. He gets ready to make them regret not taking him seriously.

He channels Lee and attacks as soon as the door opens. One fist sinks into a soft stomach, there is a nice 'ouch'-sound, but before Sasuke can sweep the closest man's feet from under him, a hand grabs his hair and yanks him back.

He swirls around and aims with his elbow, ready to break bones, but punches into empty air. He curses loudly, tries to get his head free, but goes down hard when a foot kicks into the back of his knees. There's weight on him at once and two or three men, Sasuke isn't sure, are pushing him into the ground, face first.

"Jeez," a male voice grumbles above him, "didn't anyone think about tying him up?"

Sasuke grimaces as one of his arms is being wrestled out from under him and pulled backward painfully. A knee drills down on it, holding it steady against his back.

"What the fuck do you want?" he hisses, and the fist in his hair tightens.

"He's not dangerous like this," one of the voices says and oh, he's just asking for it. Sasuke's mood, already low, drops into dangerous depths. "Yomura didn't pay attention, that's all."

The man kneeling on his back –Yomura, Sasuke presumes– is muttering something sullenly and another voice hands out instructions from further away. There are two pairs of feet walking around him. At least four men are in the room with him from what he can gather. They argue about tying him up, and Sasuke has a very strong opinion on that.

"Get off me or I'll break your bones," he threatens, breathing in dirt.

The men continue to ignore him completely. "What do you think?" One of them asks. "He's wearing the crest."

Sasuke snaps his attention away from imagining a few thousand ways he intends to kick their asses. Crest?

"Turn him around, I need to see his face," one of the men says, and before Sasuke can grit out a curse, two sets of hands grab him and wrestle him onto his back. He struggles, to no avail. It's embarrassing to be manhandled this way, but their grips are firm and their movements precise. Obviously not their first time doing this. Sasuke, thirteen and rather athletic, has absolutely no weight advantage here, so he grudgingly allows them to pin him down in favour of gathering as much information as possible.

He's blinking against the dim light, trying in vain to activate his Sharingan, and a blond man peers down at him, brows furrowed.

"Damn," Sasuke curses as their eyes meet. He doesn't recognize him from their fight, but the two men on top of him had been there. Which means the group is at least six people strong. "And here I thought they were the ugly ones."

The man kicks him in the ribs as an answer and Sasuke hears a snicker. He looks at the man right above him, who towers over his face as he holds down his arms over his head – he had knocked out Sakura. Sasuke remembers how brutally he had slammed his fist into her face and feels the hate boiling beneath his skin. Kneeling on his legs is the second kunai shinobi, Yoruma. He seems to be the heaviest of them, tall, full of muscles and fat, not unlike Choji's father.

Sasuke looks for the fourth man in the room, but the ugly blond dude suddenly crouches down and grabs his chin, tugging his face to the side to get a better look. Sasuke bristles in indignation and tries to bite into the hand.

"Yeah, that's an Uchiha, alright," the man says, at last, and let's go of his face.

Sasuke furrows his brow. "What the fuck do you want?"

He decides that he's done with this. Whatever fetish they have with his family, Sasuke isn't in the mood to cater to it.

The man holding down his arms is kneeling with his legs spread. The fabric of his trousers stretches, and it makes the kunai in his right trousers' pocket visible. Sasuke's right hand is only a few inches away from it. He tries to find out how hard the man is gripping down at his wrist without being too conspicuous.

Then, the blonde grins. For the first time, someone is answering his questions. "Your eyes, kiddo."

Sasuke flinches badly. Oh fu—

As if on command, the men holding him down shuffle and put more weight on him. Sasuke reacts at once, trying to push them away, but then the blond man is at his knees again, grabs his hair and knocks his head into the ground strong enough to knock his teeth together.

There's a short scuffle during which Sasuke gains not even an inch of leeway, and suddenly there are fingers prying his left eye open. Through his lashes, Sasuke can see something sharp gleaming very close to his face. He freezes involuntarily, unable to take his eyes off the blade.

He feels his heart beating heavily against his ribs and the fear coiling in his stomach. This is bad. Really bad. Of course, he knows that his eyes are precious – with exactly five Sharingan left, and three of them belonging to two of the most dangerous shinobi on this side of the earth, he always knew something like this was bound to happen. Knew that he had to be considered the easy target.

He just didn't think he would be helpless for lack of –

"It doesn't work without chakra!" he shouts quickly and isn't even embarrassed that his voice comes out high-pitched and unsteady. "You're going to destroy it!"

The knife pierces into the soft skin under his eye and his breath hitches, when the quiet voice that gave instructions earlier chimes in.

"Wait."

The other men still immediately but don't let go. Sasuke can feel the tip of the knife just below his skin, slicing into flesh as he shakes, way too close to his left eye, and a warm trickle runs across his temple. The fingers that are forcing his lids open fall away and Sasuke clenches his eyes shut out of reflex, making the knife pierce through new layers of skin and flesh.

"He might be right," the man says and walks closer. Sasuke wants to look at him, but with his head held in place and a knife so close to his eye, he must consciously force his eyelids to cooperate. He barely makes out the man's silhouette through his lashes. "You need chakra to activate it?"

Trust his luck to be kidnapped by the stupidest bunch of thugs on the planet.

Sasuke licks over his dry lips. "Yes."

The knife disappears with a deep sigh of the blond man, and Sasuke can breathe again.

"Are you kidding me?!"

"Fuck you, how should I have known?!"

The two men launch into an argument, but Sasuke barely hears it – the rushing in his ears drowns them out. It's too soon for relief, he knows, but he can't help it. He almost lost his eyes. These men were about to carve out his eyes while he was alive and kicking. The thought alone is terrifying, and he will probably have a scar a beneath his eye socket to remind him about it.

But he's not out of here yet. Sasuke tries to count to ten, to calm himself down to think. One, two, three … He still can't feel any chakra in his body and hasn't found a way to get closer to his kidnapper's kunai. There's no sense in picking a fight when he can't even move – these men are all much bigger and heavier than him. Panic had him struggling with all he had just a moment ago and he hadn't achieved anything with it. He feels a slight trembling from the man holding down his arms – that's all. The only sign of exhaustion any of them has shown yet.

… eight, nine, ten. No fighting, then. He needs more information.

"What did you do to me?" He asks, and apparently hit the right moment, because the two men holding him down turn to look at him, annoyed by their bosses' arguments.

"Taro here has a nice little Kekkei Genkai that blocks chakra," the man above him, closest to his face, tells him with a grin. His lips are thick and hide crooked teeth. "As long as he's close, you won't be using your pretty eyes anytime soon, honey."

Sasuke wants to bash his face in but decides to concentrate on what he's saying instead. It's the first time any of them are giving him useful information.

"Yeah, how soon is soon, exactly?" The blond man asks, now walking up and down in the cell impatiently. "We don't have much time."

"Don't blame me. I was calculating for the copy nin's calibre," Taro, the one with the quiet voice, who keeps the furthest away, huffs. "I didn't know you were suddenly going for the kid. This could take a while."

Sasuke wants to be offended, but if that Taro-guy had cut out the attack to suit Kakashi, he's probably right. Sasuke's still a long way from being as strong or as good as Kakashi. From what he gathered, Taro's special ability blocks other people's chakra for a deliberate amount of time. He's never heard of a jutsu like this – but taking Taro's general behaviour into account, it's a defensive technique. As long as he's close, the other man said. Taro's opponents would need to get away from him as soon as possible to get their chakra back, thus.

Sasuke's heart sinks when he realizes that his chances of being bailed out by his team, as embarrassing as that would be, are slim. In the best-case scenario, the rest of Team 7 managed to get away and slowly regains their chakras. And the worst-case? Well. If they wanted the Sharingan, Naruto and Sakura are useless to them. Kakashi, on the other hand, would bring in a nice bounty along with Uncle Obito's eye. The thought makes Sasuke's skin crawl – Kakashi can't deactivate his Sharingan, he's lacking the pathways the Uchiha are born with. Even when he sleeps, it's blazing. If the men captured him too, they got what they wanted.

"I'll go," Taro announces suddenly, sniffing. "It'll speed up the process."

"And Kurushu is waiting for us anyway," the blond man considers.

The two of them look down at Sasuke, who growls at them dutifully, then at their partners.

"Can you handle him?" Blondy asks, and Yoruma laughs. His weight shifts with the movement and Sasuke quickly tries to kick up, to hit him where it really hurts. In turn, Yoruma grins at him good-humouredly and slams his fist into Sasuke's stomach.

Pain explodes in his middle, and Sasuke barely suppresses a groan. Shit.

"We'll manage," the man at his head answers drily to the blonde's question.

Taro and the blond man nod at each other, and even though Sasuke's stomach hurts from the punch he just received, his mood lifts enormously – these idiots aren't just shifting the numbers to his benefit, they also plan to wait until his chakra is back so he can activate his Sharingan. They are going to wait until he shows them his Sharingan.

They obviously have no idea what they're dealing with. The second his chakra is back, he's going to place a genjutsu on them and then he'll break each and every bone in their bodies –

"We could have a bit of fun with him while we wait," Yoruma says, all casual, and since Sasuke is busy thinking about the most horrifying genjutsu possible, it takes a few moments for him to get it. To get what the words mean.

Because he surely misunderstood. Because the way that fat bastard had said it almost sounded like …

Then he realizes that one of the hands on his hips is moving and he doesn't know how to breathe out of 's slowly moving up and down his side, feeling for his waist and then trailing his ribs. It's almost caressing, and with every inch, Sasuke feels his skin itching, but he can't pull away.

No, no. Sasuke's brain is still trying to come up with an excuse, because he definitely must have missed something, some piece of information, of conversation, because there is no way that what he's thinking is happening is actually happening. It's not happening. It's just not happening.

"Oh, come on," the blond man groans and shakes his head. "Can't you guys keep it in your pants for once?" he asks, and the vague dread that pools in his stomach grows. Knots up.

"Aw, but he's so pretty," the man at his head says now and draws Sasuke's attention towards him. His thick lips have parted into a grin as he musters his companion. "His eyes will be fine, what do you care?"

Sasuke can feel him trembling – in anticipation, he realises suddenly. Not with effort, as he had presumed earlier, which means this guy has thought about this for a while as he kept him down.

This is what makes him snap out of it. Finally, the fog in his brain lifts. His stomach lurches.

No. No, no, no.

It's a sudden jolt that runs through him, like electricity, a sudden fear he has never felt before. It's primal, almost archaic, and Sasuke feels his whole body being swept away in it. He needs to get away. He needs to stop this now. He needs to get a grip and wrench away his hands and punch the living daylights out of these –

That hand is slipping beneath the fabric of his shirt and Sasuke's breath hitches as he feels the contact with his skin.

"Get your fucking hands off of –" he snarls, but the words get struck in his throat when his head snaps around to find Yoruma looking right at him, grin turning into something ugly, feral. It's like a bucket of ice is dropped right into his core. He's watching him while he slides his hand across the soft skin of his stomach, and Sasuke, involuntarily, tries to flinch away from him. He's watching him and he likes his reaction so much that he's biting his lips.

There's movement around him, Taro and the blond guy are saying something and leave the room, but Sasuke barely registers it. His mind, blank just a second ago, is screaming at him to do something. How did he ever get into such a situation? Why had he let it come so far, with two men pinning him down? Why hadn't he struggled harder when they –

The door closes with a thud and that noise cuts through his thoughts. Yoruma, suddenly impatient, pushes up Sasuke's shirt, and then every muscle in his body screams at him.

He starts to struggle with all he has. He pushes and pulls his arms against the grip the man at his head has on him, and the man yelps in surprise. At the same time, Sasuke tries to bend his knees, to kick Yoruma off his legs, to throw him off.

Thick fingers dig into the skin of his hips and hold him down. Yoruma leans further over him and puts more weight on his hands. Sasuke can hardly move from the waist down, dimly registers how the big man has started to move along as he convulses and jerks. He's panting now, and it's so disgusting that Sasuke's throat constricts.

"Get off, you bastards," he hears his own voice, hissing and snarling insults as he struggles.

The man at his head curses along with him, and for a second, Sasuke thinks he got one of his hands free. He yanks at his arm, but the man already managed to pin his left wrist beneath his knee, grinding it into the ground which fucking hurts, in order to clamp one of his hands over Sasuke's mouth.

"Shut up," he says in a low voice, ridiculously lazy and calm, and that lack of agitation scares Sasuke more than anything. This isn't new to him. They've done this before.

Sasuke's breathing is fast now, speeding up with the panic that whips through his body, and the large hand over his mouth makes breathing difficult. He tastes and smells dirt and sweat and wants to throw up.

"Come on," the man says, ignoring Sasuke's muffled protests. "Hurry."

Yoruma seems to agree. He's not impressed at all with Sasuke's attempts to break free but shifts his weight and pulls himself up. He looms over him again, filling out his whole vision, and sits down right on his hips.

Sasuke gags behind the sweaty hand when skin meets skin. The man just got out of his pants.

The hands are back and Sasuke wants to be smart, to do something, but he's trapped. That thought starts to sink in, to paralyze him. He's trapped and he can barely breathe. His eyes prickle. He's still struggling, but he's not even sure what limbs he's moving, he's losing the feeling for his body to this weird, paralyzing numbness.

Then he feels a tug at his own trousers. Oh God. Sasuke can't help a whimper as the man starts to fiddle with his belt.

r&r!