Escape (( a naruto oc story ))

Chapter 27

((WARNING!!!! - Hazu's section could be upsetting to younger readers, or rape/ sexual assult survivors. If you fear it may upset you, after Riku's section skip to the bottom of the chapter and I will include a quick overview of Hazu's experience.)))

As Riku floated at the edge of his consciousness mumbled words reached his ears pulling him farther back into his senses. He focused on the sounds, past training pushing his instant worries and fears about his team down. Focus on what you can do now, worry about what you can't later. Keeping his breathing deep as if he were still asleep, he rolled his head in the direction of the words positioning his ears better so he would, hopefully, catch the words clearer.

"-certainly bear a close resemblance." A soft voice was muttering sounding neither female or male.

"Draw blood and test his DNA just to be sure." Riku took a deep breath through his nose to remain calm. "But the physical traits are unmistakable." This voice was sharp, a man. "Set up a video call with the boy in the background. Orochimaru-sama will be interested."

A door opened then shut as the second person rustled around the room. There was a sizzle and then footsteps coming closer, which stopped beside Riku's table. He winced as a needle embedded itself into his pale forearm and slowly blinked open his eyes as if just waking up.

Even with seeing the person's physical appearance it was still hard to judge their gender. The thought, however, quickly passed  as more pressing matters were currently at hand.

"Where am I? What's going on? Who are you?" He tried to sit up and then pretended to struggle against straps he already knew were there. "Where are my friends?"

The person shook their head, blue eyes shaded by thick white bangs. "You ask far too many questions." They exhaled and withdrew the needle holding the vial of blood to the light.

"Your in the same place you were, I'm doing what needs to be done." The person paused then continued after a moment nodding slightly to themselves. "I am no one and your friends are simply not here."

Riku shook his head, his black hair twisting and knotting. "What're you going to do to me?" He didn't have to pretend to let the fear edge into his voice.

"Put pants on you."

Riku blinked at the ceiling in surprised, and slightly embarrassed, silence as he heard a rustle of cloth. It was a longer process than needed be with the straps, they had to take off a strap, pull the pants up and then re-strap him down.

The person leaned closer and pressed a button on the underside of the table so the upper half tilted Riku into a sitting position facing the door. Leaving him strapped down the person next began to set a screen up on the wall next to the door. The strange Wakana then put a chair facing the middle of the screen but far enough back that you could see Riki's table. Once they were pleased with how the set up looked they pressed a button on the back wall.

"It is ready, Elder-sama."

No reply came and the person leaned against the wall waiting. Riku struggled against the straps again calculating what his chances were of snapping then and what exactly was going on. Seeing the former was zero he stopped and forced his muscles to relax. Minutes inched by flowing together torturously slow.

Riku found himself clenching and unclenching his hands to keep the blood flow going, trying to avoid letting his hands go to sleep. He found the it was much easier to observe the room now that he was sitting up. The walls were gray, the table was gray, everything besides the chair, which had light blue pillows on it, was entirely gray. Even the ragged pants he wore were a light gray, light gray with brown stains that is.