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"Ogenki desu ka?" The voice was small and timid. Naruto could barely hear it beyond the annoying buzz in his ears. He must have landed hard on his head. There was a dull throb creeping up his neck and working through his skull. Like a hammer pounding down a nail.
Naruto made a confused noise, barely understanding the foreign words being spoken to him. Had he slipped on something during the dance? The last thing he remembered was trying to find Jinx and then Al- It was all such a horrible mess. Without a thought Naruto moved to sit up, ignoring the way it felt like all the blood in his body rushed towards his brain. He needed to find Alfred. He needed to punch him and yell at him and then find his date and say sorry so many times and why couldn't he sit up all the way?! Why were there hands on him, suddenly pushing him down before he could make his body shift upright? He didn't like those hands.
He had enough mind to yell out as well as do his best to struggle out of the hold. The tender voice from before didn't match the strength in the hands currently pinning back his shoulders. There must be two people- Were they bad? Was he kidnapped? His heart was thumping rapidly, anxiety taking over his system. "What the Hell?! Let me go!" And obviously they did not.
"Yamete kudasai." He heard them say, and luckily this time he was able to understand and comply if only because it felt like his heart was in his throat and he was bound to choke any second.
Apparently the throttle to his system was too much all right away and he lay there, pinned, and breathing harshly. He hadn't meant to jerk when a cool hand pressed against his cheek, nor did he mean to lean into it when another hand offered him water.
So maybe they weren't completely horrible. Or they just forced him to drink poison.
They must have been patient villains anyway. Since they didn't feel the need to attack Naruto right off and gave him more than enough opportunity to open his eyes. When he finally did he was greeted with two worried, kind faces. Faces he didn't know... And as he looked around it became fairly clear that he wasn't in New York anymore. His body shifted uncomfortably on the tanami mat they had placed him on, the lanterns around the site flickering uneasily as this fact became more and more apparent.
"W-where am I...?"
The two mystery people looked at one another with confusion, then back at Naruto. It was as if he grew another head. They couldn't possibly- There was no way they didn't know English, right? He gawked, then scrambled to remember what Sasuke had taught him. If he couldn't even be understood during such a trivial situation...
Nothing.
He couldn't think of anything.
The lanterns flickered again, this time threatening to go out. The people surrounding him seemed to notice this and again with the words he couldn't understand and was trying so hard. He let out an aggravated noise and rubbed his palms into his eyes that fucking stung. This was some sort of nightmare. He would wake up and everything would be back to normal and- At some point his stress must have taken over and put the fire out altogether.
He remembers being hit over the head after that, but not with what. It's never safe to assume. Though he's sure that somewhere down the line the first impression is going to matter a heck of a lot in this place.
Naruto made a confused noise, barely understanding the foreign words being spoken to him. Had he slipped on something during the dance? The last thing he remembered was trying to find Jinx and then Al- It was all such a horrible mess. Without a thought Naruto moved to sit up, ignoring the way it felt like all the blood in his body rushed towards his brain. He needed to find Alfred. He needed to punch him and yell at him and then find his date and say sorry so many times and why couldn't he sit up all the way?! Why were there hands on him, suddenly pushing him down before he could make his body shift upright? He didn't like those hands.
He had enough mind to yell out as well as do his best to struggle out of the hold. The tender voice from before didn't match the strength in the hands currently pinning back his shoulders. There must be two people- Were they bad? Was he kidnapped? His heart was thumping rapidly, anxiety taking over his system. "What the Hell?! Let me go!" And obviously they did not.
"Yamete kudasai." He heard them say, and luckily this time he was able to understand and comply if only because it felt like his heart was in his throat and he was bound to choke any second.
Apparently the throttle to his system was too much all right away and he lay there, pinned, and breathing harshly. He hadn't meant to jerk when a cool hand pressed against his cheek, nor did he mean to lean into it when another hand offered him water.
So maybe they weren't completely horrible. Or they just forced him to drink poison.
They must have been patient villains anyway. Since they didn't feel the need to attack Naruto right off and gave him more than enough opportunity to open his eyes. When he finally did he was greeted with two worried, kind faces. Faces he didn't know... And as he looked around it became fairly clear that he wasn't in New York anymore. His body shifted uncomfortably on the tanami mat they had placed him on, the lanterns around the site flickering uneasily as this fact became more and more apparent.
"W-where am I...?"
The two mystery people looked at one another with confusion, then back at Naruto. It was as if he grew another head. They couldn't possibly- There was no way they didn't know English, right? He gawked, then scrambled to remember what Sasuke had taught him. If he couldn't even be understood during such a trivial situation...
Nothing.
He couldn't think of anything.
The lanterns flickered again, this time threatening to go out. The people surrounding him seemed to notice this and again with the words he couldn't understand and was trying so hard. He let out an aggravated noise and rubbed his palms into his eyes that fucking stung. This was some sort of nightmare. He would wake up and everything would be back to normal and- At some point his stress must have taken over and put the fire out altogether.
He remembers being hit over the head after that, but not with what. It's never safe to assume. Though he's sure that somewhere down the line the first impression is going to matter a heck of a lot in this place.