Naruto has landed. And holy crap...his landing was not a gentle one.
Notes:HELLO! And OMFG I already have over 100 reads? It's been like 24 hours! YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. This one deals A LOT with anxiety and PTSD. So, be prepared. Also some mentions of what Madara did to him, not too graphical described though, so yeah, more implied.
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Chapter TextFingers curled into sun-warmed grass and soil, hands trembling and covered in streaks of blood. Loud desperate gasps for air the only sound disrupting the eerie silence. A long, drawn-out groan left bruised and bitten lips as the body shifted with a twinge of rippling pain as it rolled onto its side weakly, then flopped onto its stomach, unable to keep itself on its side. Another weak groan slipping free as the person pressed their face into the grass, almost nuzzling it. The sun warming his bare back...and...ass?
Jerking up Naruto let out a gasp of sharp pain from the abrupt movement. He pressed his still quivering hands into the grass beneath him. Blurry vibrant blue eyes taking in the scenery around him. This was the forests surrounding Konoha, no mistaking it.
"It worked…" He breathed out in startled denial. He honestly didn't think the fuuinjutsu would work. Time travel was something that hadn't really been tapped into. Only the extremely desperate and nigh psychotic even endeavored to do it. And of course, Naruto and Kurama said fuck it and went for it. Could anyone really blame them though? They weren't positive how long they had been in Madara's grasp, but if they went off how long Naruto's hair had gotten…it had been months, probably half a year, if not longer.
Pressing his hands into the thick grass he took a steadying and deep inhale through his nose, closing his eyes as he breathed in the fresh air of Fire Country. Fuck it felt good. The warm breeze caressing over his nude form, drying the tacky blood smeared all over him. Apparently, they had, in fact, been torn apart as they went back in time. Thankfully the universe sought to put them back together, and correctly too!
Naruto couldn't feel Kurama but he knew his ever-present friend was there, likely just exhausted and sleeping deep within the seal. So he wasn't immediately worried about it. Kurama would come around when he was able to.
Pushing himself to his knees he sat back on his heels and looked around. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped open. "Holy six paths…" He breathed the words out, scared anything louder would further destroy the area he was in.
A 15km circle, with Naruto at the center, surrounded him with complete destruction. Right where he was looked barely touched, soft grass under him. But just a foot away it was a spiraling circle of deep gouges, grass still on fire as it twisted out to the trees that were blown in the opposite directions of him. Almost every tree was either burning, charred to a crisp, or shattered for the full 15km distance. It honestly looked like a bomb had gone off like Deidara had done his big blast. Except for the small ring of grass surrounding Naruto in a two-foot radius.
Swallowing tightly he just stared at the damage, despite the pain that continued to undulate through him in tides as his body tried to heal from his trip to the past. Except...something was off. Gradually he looked down at himself, tilting his head curiously. Why was his body so… so small? He lifted a brow, a shaky and bloody hand moving to touch one of his thighs. "How...old am I? I thought… I thought I was supposed to travel through time and retain my body... Not..age down?" He blinked wider at the realization of how young his voice sounded. He sounded like he'd just started puberty! That'd make him like...11 or 12! Oh.. I don't feel so good…
Naruto's stomach lurched as he gave a dry heave. "Whhhy!" He whined. "I don't want to go through puberty AGAIN!" He let out a distressed wail at his new reality, drooping over his legs in child's pose, arms stretched out in front of him.
Bringing his arms in close to himself after a few minutes he sniffled, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead to the ground, hugging himself tightly. He didn't notice the ANBU or the Jounin that were circling in closer to him until he heard someone speaking to him. "Na-Naruto..?" The voice was quiet but familiar.
He twitched, hugging himself tighter suddenly realizing and feeling people all around him. It didn't matter that they were Konoha Shinobi. He was fucking naked and coated in blood, his blond hair so thick with it that it no longer looked blond. He felt the one who had spoken to him move closer and he flinched back. "P-please..do-don't hurt me..pl-please…" His voice was tiny, timid, and unsteady from fear and pain.
The man halted all movement, lifting his hand to stop the rest of those around them. He crouched down, keeping 5 feet from the curled up Naruto. "I'd never hurt you." His voice was kind and soothing. "It's okay now Naruto… Everyone here is here to help you and keep you safe." He frowned when he saw patches of bruising all over the blond's body, as well as...were those...bite marks? He sucked in a dumbfounded breath. What the hell happened to him..?
Naruto lifted his shoulders near his ears, slowly turning his head to peer at who was talking to him. His eyes widened, breath caught in his throat as he stared at Kakashi. The last time he had seen that man was when he was dying in Naruto's arms. He swallowed thickly, forcing air in his lungs. He shuddered and made a small squeak of pain while shifting to reach out to Kakashi. "He-help...me.." His eyes rolled back and his body sunk against the ground unconscious.
Kakashi rushed forward the moment the blond collapsed. He hesitated to touch the boy and looked at the medic-nin that had come with them. The medic quickly moved to check over Naruto, making sure it was safe to move them. The medic nodded, her voice calm but not hiding the shock laced through it. "You can move him… But please be careful, he has several fractures, and a few broken ribs that are at risk for puncturing a lung."
One dark grey eye widened at the medic's first glance scan of the blond. He let out a breath and gently shifted the boy into his arms, one arm under Naruto's shoulders and the other under his knees. He kept the boy safe to his torso as he stood and began walking swiftly towards the village. Some of the ANBU fell in with Kakashi for immediate protection, and others went to the trees for perimeter security while a few stayed behind to investigate what the hell happened.
The medic-nin lightly touched Kakashi's arm to pause him in his walking. He gave her an inquiring look and she simply returned it with a kind smile. Moving in front of him she removed her flak jacket and tucked it around Naruto's hips, covering his groin and backside. "He doesn't need people seeing him so vulnerable, he already looks horrid." She frowned, gently petting his blood-caked hair, the strands began to stiffen as the blood dried. Kakashi nodded in concession and then proceeded forward, making sure to not jostle the boy more than necessary.
The first thing Naruto noticed upon waking was he was still in extensive pain. Well, that was a bit of an exaggeration. He was still in pain, but it was more like his body was one enormous bruise. It hurt to breathe, his muscles felt like jelly, his brain felt like a slushie only hot instead of cold, his skin felt like it was stretched over his muscles and skeleton far too tight, and he didn't even want to attempt to open his eyes because it felt like they'd been burned right out of his skull.
A deep, pain filled groan left him as he brought his hands up to press against his forehead, whimpering weakly as his fingers struggled to curl into his hair above his forehead. Okay, he needed to assess his surroundings, not welter in agony. Taking a slow inhale through his nose he held it for three seconds before releasing it through his mouth.
Disinfectant. An overwhelming sterile scent permeated his immediate area. It was relatively quiet save for the casual noises a bit aways. Presumably outside of a room, his room. Hospital, he must be in the hospital. The heels of his hands shifted down, pressing against his aching eyeballs hidden behind his lids. He moaned, a tremor running through him from the rather delightful sensation of massaging his eyes with his hands. If he could've, he would've popped his eyes out and given them a deep tissue massage. Alas, he could not.
From somewhere in the room he heard a rather quiet chuckle and he froze, went impossibly still. He was greeted with silence once more, a tension filling the room. His tongue darted out to wet his lips and he shakily drew his hands away from his eyes. Taking a breath or two before he gradually peaked around his room. He jerked back in his bed when he saw Madara watching him with a sinister smirk. He nearly screamed. Wait, no, he was screaming. At the top of his lungs too.
"NO! Stay away from me!" He jerked back more and ultimately fell out of the bed, landing hard on the tiled floor, his IV's ripping clean out of him. He scarcely noticed it as he clambered backward until his back hit a wall. "Don't come near me! Fuck off! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!"
His screams reverberated in his room and through the hall of his wing. Within seconds nurses and ANBU alike rushed into the room, prepared to defend Naruto and kill whoever was trying to hurt Naruto. Yet they all halted pointedly as they saw Uchiha Sasuke looking alarmed and exceedingly confused at the panicked and hysterical blond in the far corner of the room.
"Naruto… it's okay. No one here is going to hurt you. It's just Sasuke-san. You're safe." One of the nurses approached him warily. "Shh... Naruto... Look at me." She frowned, lowering into a crouch as she neared him. "Come on, Naruto... Look at me.." Her voice was soft, coaxing, and considerate.
Heaving gulps of air feral blue eyes pinned the nurse where she was, his pupils constricted to pinpricks in their panic. His whole body was shaking like a leaf in a stiff wind, and his left arm was bleeding from the unceremonious way his IV's had been ripped from it. Naruto's kept darting from the nurse to Sasuke and back to the nurse.
After a few more moments he stared at Sasuke, slowly tilting his head in sudden confusion. "Sa-Sasuke..?" His brow knit and a frown tugged his mouth down. "...what..what are you.. Why… visit.." Naruto couldn't focus on a single thought or question to form an intelligible sentence. He growled in frustration and closed his eyes, pressing his hands to them again as he began rocking back to front, whimpering.
The nurse frowned. "Get him out of here. Now." Three ANBU quickly escorted Sasuke out, closing the door behind them and leaving three more in the room with two nurses and Naruto. The three ANBU in the hallway stood guard at the opening of the hallway and at Naruto's door. The three within took to corners of the room and faded into the shadows.
The nurses sighed softly. "My name is Tomoko, and her name," the nurses pointed at the nurse hovering on the other side of the bed, "is Azusa.." She offered a friendly smile to the blond boy. "Azusa… go get his doctor…" Without hesitation, the other nurse hurried out of the room to fetch the doctor as quickly as possible.
Tomoko crept forward deliberately, her hands raised to show she meant no harm and held no weapons. "I need to tend to your and put the IV's back in. Is that okay?" She lingered, studying Naruto thoughtfully. He was in such a fragile state, she would unquestionably be recommending he visit T&I for some form of therapy. They had to be able to do something to help the kid.
Pressing dry, chapped lips together he watched the nurse, Tomoko, cautiously. He was notably skittish, flinching every time she moved just a little too fast for his liking. He was glad Mada-... Sasuke was gone. Sasuke was not Madara, and Madara was not Sasuke. So he wasn't really certain why he thought he saw Madara when it was just Sasuke. He sent a questioning nudge into his mindscape for Kurama and received nothing back but an aching emptiness. It filled him with dread.
"I… al-alright.." Naruto started chewing on his bottom lip, worrying away at the tender flesh. Forcing himself up to stand he used the wall to aid him in his efforts. His legs felt raw like the skin had been excoriated and the muscles peeled from the bone only for everything to be pasted back together. "Ho-.." His voice cracked and he cringed from the sound. "How long have I been...uhm.. Out?" He swallowed, shuffling to his bed and gingerly crawling onto it while Tomoko hovered around him to help if he needed it.
She sighed, shaking her head a little. "About 12 days…" Her concerned gaze settled on the bleeding arm, suddenly unable to look the boy in the eyes. She wasn't sure if she should tell him about all the screaming, sobbing, and talking in his sleep. Maybe not right now.
Moving to a counter off to the side she collected everything she would need to replace his IV's and mend his arm. Placing everything on the tray by his bed she wheeled it over and smiled at him. "Ready?" She waited for him to present his arm, she wanted to move at his pace and not do anything to set him off and throw him back into a panic attack.
With a skeptical stare, Naruto slowly moved his arm toward Tomoko, resting it on the tray in a clear space for her to work. He watched her with those narrowed blue eyes, taking in each movement, every twitch.
The doctor came into the room while Tomoko completed bandaging Naruto's arm and inserting the IV's back in. He had a saline drip to provide water, and a second IV to help keep his body fueled with much-needed nutrients though it was not a feeding tube. Both turned to look at the doctor. Tomoko greeted him with a nod and a bow before exiting the room. Naruto arched his right brow as the doctor neared his bed and took out his file from the foot folder slot.
"How are you feeling Uzumaki-san?" The doctor read over the file, his brow furrowing, then his eyes narrowing before he huffed out a disgusted breath and shook his head.
Naruto frowned at the emotions crossing the doctors face. Was his condition that bad? "Uhm...f-fine... I guess..." He looked away, his gaze landing on the window. "Can I have the window open...? It's a little... uhm...suffocating...in here.." He desperately wanted fresh air again. He'd only gotten a brief relief from his cell when he, apparently, crashed landed outside of Konoha. Now he was confined in a room again. He felt like sobbing.
The doctor looked up blinking slowly as he processed the boy's request. You could see when it all clicked into place and he quickly moved to the window, opening it wide and pulling the curtain back to let the sunshine in. The doctor watched Naruto visibly relax against his pillows and closed his eyes, relishing the breeze and warmth of the sun.
Clearing his throat the doctor moved back to Naruto's bedside. "Uzumaki-san... I need to ask you some difficult questions." He paused, waiting for Naruto to acknowledge him.
Yeah, no, he did NOT want to answer difficult questions. He had a feeling what they were going to be and he did not feel like discussing his torture, rape, and broken bones. Nope. No thank you. Do not pass go, do not collect $200.
"Uzumaki-san, you will need to answer my questions eventually. It is best to get it over with as quickly and as soon as possible." The doctor's voice was steady, calm, but determined. He sighed, "Alright, we'll start with the simple stuff first." He waited for a nod from Naruto before continuing. "Can you tell me your full name and age?"
Naruto blinked, then rolled his eyes. "Uzumaki Naruto. Age..uhm.." Shit, how old WAS he? Clearing his throat he glanced around for some kind of sign. "T-twelve..?" Crap, that didn't sound convincing at all.
The doctor lifted a brow, staring at Naruto for a moment before looking down at his file. "I guess since your birthday is in a few months, it makes sense you are already saying your twelve." Naruto let out an audible breath of relief, quickly covering it with an apprehensive and forced but hollow laugh.
Of course, now that the doctor has verified his age he now knows specifically when he is. He was in his last year at the Academy. Since his birthday was in a few months, that means it's presumably June or July. So he's got approximately a year before they get assigned to their Genin Teams. WAIT! If they're still in the Academy... and haven't been assigned sensei's... why the ever-living-FUCK was Sasuke visiting him in the hospital!?
He was pulled from his thoughts by the doctor. "I would ask you what the date is, but you have been in a light coma for 12 days. Naturally, you won't know the date." He sighed. "Let's try a different easy question. Who is your Academy Instructor?"
"Umino Iruka." Naruto didn't hesitate when it came to that question. He remembered his sensei who was also like an older brother to him. He closed his eyes trying to banish the memories of Iruka dying. His sensei had jumped in front of him, taking a killing blow to his chest and torso. Iruka was dead before he hit the ground. Iruka was one of many deaths that had fractured Naruto both mentally and emotionally.
"Alright, Naruto... I have to start asking the tough ones." The doctor sighed and pulled up a rolling stool sitting on it. Crossing his legs he rests the file on his lap. "We'll start with a somewhat easier one. Why were you over 20km outside of Konoha?"
Naruto went rigid and stared at the doctor with a blank look. "I..." He blinked. He literally had nothing for an excuse. "..I don't remember.." He frowned, looking down at his lap hoping his distress over not remembering would be enough for the doctor.
"Hm.." He marked the file. "I apologize but this next series of questions will be difficult." He took a moment to let Naruto prepare himself before continuing. "When you were found you were without clothing, covered in your own blood with extensive damage. What happened to you?"
Well, that was brutally blunt... "S-someone...hu-hurt me..." He swallowed thickly, looking back out the window. "I... he..." He whimpered and sank into his bed, pulling the covers over him, turning his back to the doctor as he curled up. He was trembling, tears gradually dripping liberally down his cheeks.
The doctor sucked in a hushed breath and stood. "That's enough for now..." He looked over the small, malnourished 12 years old curled into a fetal position. How could some man do that to a young boy? It was repugnant. He'd kill the culprit himself, even if it was the village's Jinchuuriki who had been hurt. No one, no matter who or what they were, deserved what this kid had gone through.
The only thing Naruto heard after that was the quiet slide of his door closing and the quiet thud of the door meeting the door frame. Naruto flinched, curling in tighter as he sniffled, a pained moan slipping from him. All he could think about was Madara and that bastards hands on him. The times Madara forced Naruto to ride him like he actually wanted to. He felt nausea swim in his gut, hearing Madara's mocking tone telling him he was a good boy, his precious little one. He felt a violent roil in his stomach and shivered, a cold clamminess sliding over his form. The bastard's pleasured and smug expression playing like a twisted movie in his mind. His breathing was getting shallow and erratic.
Sucking in a tight, painful breath Naruto gripped the railing he was facing as hard as he could, his shaking form making his arm quake which made the railing rattle from the force of it. He tried to suck in another gripping breath. Madara cooing in his head purring how tight and hot he was, how his body seemed to hug his throbbing erection. Another painful twist in his gut. His eyesight began to tunnel in, like a vignette slowly narrowing his line of sight. His breaths were sharp, shallow, and panicked. His eyesight blurred as it continued to narrow. He could feel Madara's hands and mouth on him, claiming, dominating him.
Within seconds of the memory of Madara licking up his spine slamming into him, Naruto jerked up and promptly furiously emptied the bile in his stomach. In the process of him jerking over the railing, he had hit the nurses button and Tomoko was right there in seconds, rubbing his back and holding a trash can under him, ignoring the puddle on the floor for the moment.
The retching slowed to vicious dry heaves and gagging, then eventually to occasional jerks of his stomach. He pulled away from Tomoko, gasping for air once more. "Do-don't...touch me...please..." He pressed a cold, clammy hand to his forehead, clenching his eyes closed.
Tomoko frowned, realizing he'd been in a panic attack again and backed away from him. She leaned out the door asking for a janitor to come clean up the puddle of bile by Naruto's bed. She turned her attention back to Naruto while moving over to the collection of counters and cabinets near the door. She quietly filled a syringe with a clear liquid, keeping out of sight of Naruto. Afterward, she moved over to his Saline Drip and smiled at him. He eyed her cautiously than in horror as he watched her add some fluid to his IV.
"Wh-what did you just inject me with?" His voice was accusatory and like she had slapped him. Seconds later and he felt a wave of calm wash over him. It disoriented him a bit causing him to slump back against his pillows, his words beginning to slur. "You..you drugged...me.." He blinked, trying to rub the zombie-like relaxation and calm from himself. He didn't fall asleep but everything felt deadened and numbed. He could give a rats ass at this point. Thank fucking Sage. Relief.
His eyes lidded as the medicine kicked in more. He was kind of shocked, well at first, from how easily the medication worked. Since he had Kurama he needed almost enough medicine in one dose to kill two or three men. Did the nurse know that? The syringe had been rather full... Eh, fuck it. Who cares?
"Never...nevermind... I don't care. Whatever that was is freaking awesome." He grinned lazily and gave a thumbs up to Tomoko. "Thanks for the drugs Tomoko-chan."
Tomoko laughed at his reaction once the medicine kicked in. "My pleasure, Naruto-kun." She smiled, patting his hand gently. "It's an anti-anxiety and relaxant. You should be alright for quite a while." Roughly six hours but she wasn't going to tell him that. And she did give him a triple dose in one shot. Normally one dose lasts 12 hours, but Naruto burned through medicine like it was his saline drip. Speaking of which, he needed another one. Giving the boy another friendly smile she grabbed another Saline bag from the cabinets and hooked it up. "Alright, I'll come to check on you in a little bit."
As she left the room a janitor came in to quickly clean up the puke puddle. Naruto gave a drugged sheepish look. "Sorry 'bout that... It sort of...burst from me without warning." The janitor chuckled quietly and shook his head, waving his hand dismissively at the boy as though this weren't a problem. He finished cleaning and left the room.
Naruto was alone once more. He sighed in satisfaction and smiled in his drugged haze, he slowly slipped into a dreamless sleep. Dreamless in the sense that he wouldn't remember any of them. Because a person can't actually afford to not dream. REM was essential to a human's health, without one could die within a month. It's why insomnia can be so deadly. And Naruto was getting some much peaceful rest.
Several hours later Naruto twitched awake, still happily under the influence of that delightful medicine. He yawned and stretched his arms over his head, smacking his lips lightly before licking them. Ugh...cottonmouth is the worst. He rubbed his teeth with his tongue, not trusting his legs to carry him to the sink for some water. Giving another yawn he rubbed his face with a softly huffed breath. As his hands lowered he saw a glass of water in front of him. Lifting a brow he followed the hand to the person's body. Blue shirt? Oh no... His eyes lifted to connected with endless black. Sasuke… Figures.
"Thanks...?" He accepted the glass gingerly, holding it with both hands cause damn that drug is that good. He sipped at it enjoying the cascading feeling of the cold liquid washing along the walls of his empty stomach. That feeling always amazed him, he loved it.
"Hn." Was all Naruto got in return? Sasuke watched Naruto steadily finish the glass of water before taking the glass and setting it on the bedside table. His black-eyed gaze trailing slowly over Naruto's detached, drug-induced state. "I saw them bring you in." The statement was delivered in typical Sasuke deadpan fashion
Naruto flinched at Sasuke's point-blank comment. His brow knit as he eyed the Uchiha. Why the fuck was he back? "...okay...?" He questioned the other, his own voice rather deadpan. His expression smoothing into a simply lifted brow and an otherwise empty expression.
"You were slathered in blood. Did you kill someone?" Sasuke's expression matched Naruto's. Except the empty expression was more contemplative. "And why were you naked?" Another deadpanned delivery.
Naruto blanched as he went rigid. "I... Uh... What?" He blinked a couple times. "I...didn't kill anyone... That...blood was all...m-mine." He cleared his throat and then purposefully looked out the window not wanting to face Sasuke anymore and flat-out dismissing the second question. It's not like he could just TELL Sasuke he was violently sexually assaulted, repeatedly.
Well... he COULD if he really wanted to scar Sasuke for life. Could even say it was an Uchiha, except the only Uchiha in Konoha is currently standing next to his bed. So he'd be labeled insane and Sage knows what would happen to him after that. Do they have insane asylums? Maybe he'd be the first.
Nah, he'll preserve Sasuke's innocence a little longer, the fuckbucket. He used to refer to Sasuke as a bastard. But, honestly, Madara was far more of a bastard than Sasuke. The young Uchiha is rather pathetic and simple compared to that hell beast. So over the years, he started creating new fun insults to call Sasuke. Fuckbucket is probably one of his favorites, it always makes him laugh.
"And the reason you were naked with nothing but a flak jacket around your hips?" Both of Sasuke's brows lifted as he stared pointedly at Naruto, demanding an answer. The snobby dickwad. Hehe.
Choking on a poorly inhaled breath Naruto smacked the front of his chest lightly, wincing at the bruises there. "What's it matter to you, jerk? Were you hoping to see my dick? Or maybe my ass?" He returned the pointed look right back. A big grin spreading in his mind. Take that overachiever.
Holy Sage! His eyes widened minutely as he watched Sasuke blush brightly, cough into his fist and turn away with a scowl. Sputtering he shook his head and turned to glare at Naruto. "Listen here you little fuck." Naruto's eyes widened more, only one person has ever called him that... Nausea is back, maybe I'll throw up on the prick.
Sasuke saw the blood drain from Naruto's face and an odd pale green tint lining his face. "Uh... Naruto?" All the anger and embarrassment seemed to evaporate from the Uchiha.
Naruto leaned away from Sasuke, shaking his head with small 'mm mm' noises. "Fuck off." He bit out. "Get the fuck out of my room, Uchiha ." He sneered, spitting the name out like it put a bad taste in his mouth.
Sasuke stilled at the harsh and cold words Naruto sneered at him. His eyes widened when had his breath halted in his chest? He stepped closer. "Naruto... I didn't... I should not have said that to you." He frowned, trying to fix the situation, he still had a ton of questions. And that wasn't really an apology, was it?
"GET OUT!" Naruto yelled the desperation and croaking in his voice conveying how very not okay he was. "GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!" He gripped the sides of his head, his fingers painfully tight in his hair as he started rocking, closing his eyes. "NO! NO! NO! NOT AGAIN! GET OUT!"
It was just too soon for Naruto to be interacting with people like this. He was a prisoner of war essentially. And he'd just rejoined society 12 days ago. But he hadn't been awake beyond the few minutes after his initial crash into this time. Today was his true return to society and conversing with someone other than Madara or Tobi. Two Uchiha's that Sasuke had a creepy resemblance to, especially Madara. Then again Naruto is likely projecting them onto Sasuke. No one could ignore the blatant common traits between the three though; jet blue-black hair, bottomless black eyes, milky pale skin, emotionless features, and that forsaken Uchiha smirk.
Sasuke still wasn't leaving even if he had stumbled back a few steps. Naruto let out a roared scream of panic, his body being coated in a thin veil of poisonous purple chakra. His nails growing into fox-like claws, his eyes flashing into vibrant royal purple, his pupils slitting, his canines lengthening to put from the bottom of his upper lip, his hair becoming more jagged and spiky, seal work scripting itself along his skin in that same inky purple of the time travel seal but this seal work pulsed with a black glow.
The Uchiha gasped, staring wide-eyed at Naruto. Was this even the same blond unpredictable, knucklehead from the Academy? He stumbled back again, barely able to hold himself up under the intense pressure of Naruto's chakra and his killing intent that felt more like he was already being gutted like a fish and not just threatened. Another blast hit him and he landed on his ass in pure terror. Turning over Sasuke clambered along the tiled floor to the door, nearly ripping it out of the frame to escape the room.
"NARUTO IS LOSING HIS SHIT!" He cried out as he bolted down the hallway.
Tomoko was already on her way with a bigger syringe filled with a heavy duty tranquilizer that could knock out a bijuu. She ran into the room, the ANBU who have been observing him this entire time were no longer in the shadows. No, in fact, they were surrounding Naruto with kunai and poison dipped senbon all at the ready. They were preparing to attack, subdue, and potentially kill the boy if they needed to.
The nurse gasped and snarled at them, shoving one of them aside before she purposefully stabbed the needle directly into Naruto's neck, shoving the plunger down to empty the amber colored liquid into the jinchuuriki's veins. Naruto shuddered, his power dropping from him as he slumped forward into his own lap, unconscious.
"You can all return to your shadows. I've handled this." She sneered at the ANBU who guiltily vanished into their previous positions once again. Tomoko adjusted Naruto in his bed, tucking him in and making sure he laid comfortably. She sighed softly, brushing his hair back. "You need T&I..." Shaking her head she left the room to go speak with the Hokage, hopefully, she could get Inoichi to be the person to help Naruto. He was probably the most capable to handle a 12-year-old victim of many forms of assault. Considering he had his own 12-year-old child.
Thank Sage she had reached Naruto before he had gone completely savage and attacked the hospital or something.
Notes:I hope you enjoyed this second chapter as much as the first.
Don't expect me to update every single day. This is something that has never happened to me before. Normally it's like pulling teeth to get my muses to give me content to write. (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻
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