The Hidden

Am I that Pretty? Or Vulnerable?

Naruto POV

Naruto gasped , his body wrecked with sweat. His breaths came in pants and he sat upright, greeted by the darkness. He winced as he felt the tight rope bruising his wrist and ankles, rendering him immobile. The dizziness still lingered, disorientating him greatly. 

"Ku-Kuruma?" He whispered silently to the darkness. He hunched over as a burning feeling coursed through his veins. He choked on tears and the pain that came from both his heart physically and mentally. 

Naruto thrashed in his bindings,  feeling the familiar sticky liquid running down from his  wrists and ankles. But he couldn't care less.  The darkness was threatening and suffocating him. He heaved for air, trying to escape the darkness that surrounded him. 

Calm DOWN.

He took a shuddering breath and laid there, feeling for any of his weapons. 

There must be a jounin in the gang that kidnapped me. That would explain the reason why they unlocked the sealing array in my jumpsuit.

Naruto knew that he couldn't access his chakra. He wasn't that stupid enough to activate the repressing seals that the hokage made.

Ahhh.... Chakra Sucking Ropes- Kuruma must be hibernating.

Naruto chuckled quietly at his 'humorous' joke. He thrashed once more before he rolled over in exhaustion. The chakra repression seals and physical restriction seal made this even more harder then it should be for him. 

 Breathing heavily, he wheezed again.

Poison.

Then there was light.

All he could make out was figure with a pair of emerald eyes glaring down at him with two porcelain masks that basked in the light. Then, it was the darkness again.

...............................................Time skip - Brought to you by Chicken Jae ..........................................

The blonde protagonist slowly opened his eyes, unconsciously groaning from the sudden exposure to light. Oh how he hated light. It always meant that he was awake in the hell hole of a village, on a deadly mission or that he was kidnapped.

Kami really hates me.

Naruto refocused his sight, eyeing the metal shelves cornering him. The shelf were empty, lined against the grimy concrete wall. The hard cold surface pressed against his bare back, cementing him in place with Chakra resistant shackles that bit into his skin. Naruto cursed like a sailor ( Why is it like a sailor? Anyone can swear. So Imma gonna to change to....Cursed like a certain sliver haired Jashinist- or CSHJ for short), knowing that he could have broken these restraints with Gōmon kurimuzonburēdo.

"Stupid jiji, put seals on me. When I f-"

"URUSAI!" A deep gravelly voice drilled into his ears. Naruto  looked around for the source of the sound. And when he saw it.

"No, no,no-No way-" The sound came from a figure with two masks, long pitch black strands and stitches that travel up his skin. Naruto paled at the weapon held in the man's hands. He whimpered as he thrashed around, trying to move away from the advancing figure. The spikes looked as daunting as ever. He tried to curl up, to flee away from his memories and the reality of the situation. He never wanted to feel the poison coursing through his veins, the hatred flowing through his body.

But he kept his mouth shut, just like he's always done when they decided to place their woes on the only person who could handle it.

"Leave the girl alone." Girl? What the flying duck was this other voice saying?