Origin of the Never Seen

Chapter 1

Warning: This fic will contain descriptions of torture and non-consensual sex. Nothing too gory and graphic (and I promise a happy ending) but non-con will definitely be there. If you're uncomfortable with reading such content this is not a story for you.

Sakura woke up. She was bound into a tight bundle, lying on her side on the ground. Around her – lots of boots. Sakura focused and glanced up. As she feared – the boots belonged to the Uchiha. Dark robes and distinctive faces told her enough even without seeing the crests.

So, she had been captured. She didn't remember much. She was at the backlines of their army and even that was somewhat of an overwhelming experience. The battle was huge and it's magnitude and importance were the only reasons she was even allowed to join.

As a norm the Senju clan guarded its healers even better than its women. And she happened to be both. The wounded were transported back to the village where they were treated. That practice of course caused more casualties, as some died during the transport but the medics were far too precious to be sent along on standard missions. That, and the elders hated the idea of the medical ninjutsu, developed thirty years ago by her own mother, slipping into enemies' hands.

Only for the great battle they were allowed to join. Sakura's mother didn't approve but she consented in the end. Sakura had been so eager. Seeing the battle first-hand cooled down her enthusiasm significantly. Now, lying captured in the Uchiha compound she was even less thrilled.

"Hey, look! She woke up," said someone over Sakura's head and people shifted. "Call Taichou! Don't let her out of the sight!"

"Why? She's bound up."

"She's a medic. Gods know what she is capable of."

Sakura scowled. They knew. So that what was dreaded by the elders had finally come to pass. Now they will try to extract her knowledge out of her.

She started to formulate a plan. She doubted she would hold infinitely against torture, but she could tell them some inconsequential or false information and hope they would believe that's all to it…

Before she could think further the shinobi around her shifted again.

"Here she is, Izuna-sama." The people around her stepped aside letting through a young, slender man with long ponytail. "But she's a healer…"

Something like displeasure flashed on the face of the newcomer.

Sakura frowned registering his scowl. Why would he be displeased that she was a med-nin? Wasn't it their objective to capture one?

"Is she now?" asked the man called Izuna. "Have anyone seen that?"

"Fugi. Before we got her."

"Where is Fugi?"

"Dead."

"So you don't really know."

"But, Taichou…"

"Let's make sure. Break her leg."

Sakura's eyes went huge. Through the panic she was trying to formulate a strategy. If she convinced them she was not a healer, would her chances increase? She won't be forced to reveal her clan's hidden jutsu. Or will she be just killed as useless? But then, it seemed that the man who seemed to be their leader was displeased by the fact that she was a medic… What should she do?

Her train of thoughts was cut short as a large man wielding a metal bar approached from her left. With a fast swing he rammed the bar into Sakura's leg. The pain went through her like a lighting shock. Sakura screamed. And then screamed some more. She would have screamed until her throat was hoarse, but then Izuna crouched in front of her.

"Can you heal yourself?"

All her calculations were blown out of her mind. She didn't care anymore if she would reveal the secrets or not. All she wanted was for this pain to stop. "Yes!" howled Sakura. "Untie me!"

"Why?"

Sakura suppressed the throwing up reflex. Why would he be asking those stupid questions? She was really not in a state to formulate answers.

"Why? Why do you need to be untied?"

"To heal!" screamed Sakura. "I need to touch the injury!"

"Untie her hands. Keep her legs bound." Izuna was still on her eye level. "Don't try anything," he told her. "I promise you that genjutsu I can put you under will be hundredfold more painful than what you're experiencing right now." Sharingan in his eyes spun and transformed into a strange pattern unlike any Sharingan she'd seen so far.

A kunai behind her back cut the ropes on her arms. Fighting the nausea and pain Sakura immediately curled up reaching to her lower legs. Healing when chakra depleted, woken up from a genjutsu and half-mad from pain – it wasn't exactly the way this jutsu was supposed to be utilized. But somehow it was working. Sakura felt the pieces of her tibia bones moving through the meat of her muscles, causing even more pain. She clenched her teeth and pushed on. Gluing the shattered pieces of the bone together felt almost like a relief even though she was already seeing black spots from chakra depletion in front of her eyes.

She didn't care to mend the bruised and broken skin. Absolutely spent she let her head fell on the ground.

The man called Izuna got up. Only now did Sakura realized from how close of a distance was he observing the healing.

"A medic indeed," he said and this time Sakura was sure – he wasn't pleased. "State your lineage, kunoichi."

Sakura closed her eyes. Why wouldn't they leave her alone? She didn't have any energy left. Not even to think on the strategically optimal answer.

"Who are your parents?" demanded Izuna.

"Dan… My father was called Dan."

As she expected, no semblance of recognition showed on Izuna's face. No wonder, her father died before she was even born, and Izuna, being maybe only a bit older than her couldn't have heard about him. Even though her father was hailed in the clan as a co-inventor of the healing jutsu, his name wasn't widely known as he kept largely off the battlefield.

"And your mother?"

"Tsunade…" managed Sakura through the haze in her mind.

A young Uchiha standing in a second row whistled. "We've got a jackpot!"

Izuna and couple of other ninjas turned their heads abruptly and the young shinobi cowered under their glances as if he said something that should have been said.

Vaguely filing this observation as important, Sakura passed out.

Sakura woke up. Somewhere. But she didn't manage to take in her surroundings because a strange sensation overwhelmed her. A sensation coming back together, of solving a puzzle, of constructing herself back piece-by-piece to recreate that what it was to be her.

She hadn't been sleeping, she realized. She was under genjutsu and those were the aftereffects of it.

Sakura remembered what she was taught about genjutsu. It was mostly how to counter it though. There were no hints on how to deal after it, as one assumed the victim would be dead.

She remained still, fighting nausea and the spinning in her head. She still felt suspended, not quite alright, but at least she remembered fully what had happened to her and why was she in this state. And most importantly, who she was.

So, to distract herself from queasiness Sakura went on analyzing her perimeter. She was in a room, bright enough but it was no daylight. Carefully turning her head Sakura localized the source of light – a row of candles standing in a small inclusion of the opposite wall.

On the same wall there was the door – closed, with a small control window. Whatever space the doors were leading to – it was also lit.

She was lying on the ground, but there was something soft under her. She tried siting up and that was when she realized the last important detail – she was chained to the floor, her arms in metal cuffs connected to the chains that were sunk into the floor. On the both sides of the futon she was lying on.

Sakura took three measured breaths and, making sure that all the aftereffects of genjutsu were gone, she sat up. It was awkward to do it without propping herself on the arms and she had to shift her butt to keep the balance, but now she could look around.

But before she could take a good look, the door opened. An Uchiha shinobi entered the cell and gestured at someone. "Come, she's awake!"

Another Uchiha rushed inside and behind him two women. Both men were dressed in standard shinobi gear, those seemed to be her guards. The women though… They were wearing plain clothes and carried no visible weapons. But before Sakura could think further, one of the guards bent down, looked her into the eyes and world went black.

When she woke up again, she was sitted with her back against the wall, and both women that must have been supporting her when she was unconscious were by her sides. One was holding her head steady and the other held her by the waist.

"Can you manage on your own?" asked the one to her right. She was more less Sakura's age and had all this hypnotizing beauty that only people from Uchiha clan possessed.

"If I'm noticing such things, I must be quite all right," realized Sakura. This genjutsu must have been much shallower than the previous one. She wasn't feeling sick either. Sakura nodded in confirmation.

Women slowly released their hold and she was sitting independently. Even though she was in another spot of the cell, her hands were chained to the floor again, but this time they were propped on two stone blocks, so she could rest them even if they were kept awkwardly away from her body. The wall behind her served as support so it wasn't that uncomfortable.

"Where am I? What do you want from me?" requested Sakura trying to keep the fear out of her voice. She thought she mostly succeeded.

But instead of answering or even acknowledging her question the older woman asked simply, "Are you hungry? We have food for you," as if she was completely ignoring her prisoner's status and its implications.

Sakura's belly answered with a loud rumble before she could do it herself. The women brought a bowl of some finely mashed stew and fed her. Spoon by spoon like a child. They gave her water from a canteen and held her head while she was drinking. It was awkward to surrender herself to such treatment, but Sakura thought it would be wiser not to protest, especially as both male guards were standing in the door, never letting their eyes off her. Plus, it seemed that the women were really doing their best to accommodate her needs.

Sakura came to conclusion that they simply weren't in charge and if she wanted to learn something more about Uchihas' plan for her she must wait for someone higher up in hierarchy. She decided not to waist an opportunity of getting her stomach full - who knew when would be the next time they would fancy to feed her.

When they were done with the meal, and the women were already gathering their stuff, one of them asked: "Don't you want to go to the toilet?"

Sakura nodded and realized that there was nothing resembling a loo in the cell. That meant they would need to walk her out. She could use this opportunity to look around and gather some intel about her whereabouts. But instead of unchaining her the women brought her a pot. Sakura stared.

"What am I supposed to do with that? And in front of everyone?"

The older of the women shrugged. "We cannot let you out of sight. Better get used to it."

Sakura was rendered speechless, but the women fitted the pot under her and stayed right next to her. They didn't even turn around.

When the door finally closed after all the guards and Sakura was left alone, she went right back to assessing her situation. The chains binding her weren't very massive, she shouldn't have problems with breaking them. Medical ninjutsu wasn't thankfully the only ability she had learned from her mother. She should be careful to be quiet about it though, not to alarm the guards prematurely.

Sakura ignited her chakra to mold it and send it to her arms when massive vertigo had her slump against the wall for support. Something was wrong with her chakra pathways. She tried molding her chakra once again, more carefully, focusing this time only on self-diagnosis.

The smaller trickle of chakra she evoked in her system still made her head spin but not enough to hinder her analysis. Her chakra was being disturbed by the cuffs on her arms and legs. They were sucking the chakra. The depletion itself wouldn't be such a problem, Sakura's reserves were large enough, but the manacles were acting as drains, introducing a rapid flow in her chakra pathways. As water sucked into a whirlpool, her chakra was getting turbulent and choppy. Nothing like gentle, well-behaved streams she was accustomed to.

Sakura stopped molding her chakra - slowly, the wild vibrations in her system quieted.

She inspected the cuffs more closely. They were much thicker and broader than it was necessary for restrain purposes. She leaned towards the shackle on her hand and strained her eyes. In the dim light she had missed it initially, but there were lines drawn on the metal. A seal, from the design similar to those she had seen in scrolls from Uzushio. Naruto, her foster brother, was supposed to learn his clan famed fuinjutsu to honour his lineage. But he was never a diligent student, preferring spars and taijutsu practices, so it was Sakura who ended up spending more time over those scrolls. She found intricacies of the seal design truly fascinating and hoped one day to study under a tutelage of some proper Uzumaki.

As far as she knew the Uchiha were never on good terms with Uzushio, but their kekkei genkai gave them a unique advantage. A seal is even easier copied than a jutsu – it was enough to see its written form.

But even the best seal worked only as long as it was complete. Sakura ground the cuff against the surface of the stone and cringed at the noise it made. She changed the angle and rubbed more carefully. The sound was less penetrating so she kept going. It felt like forever but the ink was slowly coming off. After an hour or so there was finally a gap in the seal pattern. Sakura excited her chakra again – the remaining three cuffs were still enough to disturb the flow, so after a short breather she started working of the shackle on her other arm.

She was just finishing the manacle on her right leg when the door opened.

Sakura was so stupefied that she didn't she manage to control her face expression. As if she was a simple civilian, her eyes flew directly to the cuffs with broken seals. And, of course, so did the eyes of the guards.

What in reality took splits of seconds seemed like hours to Sakura: both guards rushed forward, activating their Sharingan.

Judging it as her last chance Sakura focused all her chakra in her right arm, frantically rubbing the seal against the mattress in the same time. She pumped her chakra up to the limit and it bounced inside her like water shaken in a closed flask. But her mind was set on breaking the chain so she pressed against unyielding metal with the strength of her muscles… She barely registered the pain in her wrist, where the cuff was biting into her flesh, so focused she was on calculating the distance between herself and the approaching guards.

And that was her ultimate mistake – she never took eyes off the guards.

She heard the chain crack just before the world went black.

AN: Thanks for reading and please let me know what you think!

Despite promising myself not to do it again, here I am publishing an unfinished story. So encouragement and feedback are very much welcome.