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Summer of Whump - [alt 1] Blindfolded

Fandom: Boruto

Rating: G

Pairing: No Mains. Implied Kakashi/Iruka

WC: ~790

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Additional Tags: beating, kidnapped for ransom, blindfolded

A/N: Back again! This is the event that kickstarted my journey both into whump and my dive into the Naruto fandom. I've made so many good friends in the past year, and I hope to continue to cultivate those friendships and make new ones in the year to come.

I consider this fic to be in the same Verse as Found Family, but there are no references to the a/b/o dynamics present in that fic, so it can very well stand on its own!

(feel free to comment or message me to be added to the tag list for this event!)

Tagging for Summer of Whump: @atereal @summer-of-whump

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Hōki has been so careful, at the behest of his parents, to keep his ability to himself and his teammates. He needs to have sightlines, and he’s done his best to make sure that Sai-taichou, Hako, and Renga also know that he won’t be as effective without being able to see, at least for the first few minutes of engagement. Sai-taichou told him it wouldn’t be a problem, as he and the others would only be going on intelligence-related missions and engagement shouldn’t ever be a problem at their current level.

Tell that to the three shinobi currently walking him through some fortress somewhere; with the blindfold, Hōki can’t see where they’re going and is relying on the two men holding either of his arms to lead him through without tripping.

He just hopes that Hako and Renga got out alright. He stayed behind to engage and make a distraction so they could get away, overestimating his own abilities in the process. Getting caught wasn’t the plan. He’s supposed to be their team captain now, and they’ve discussed what to do in situations like this… hopefully, they’ll stick to it and go back to Konoha to get backup.

Papa says that those who abandon their friends are worse than trash, but he knows that he hasn’t been abandoned and they’ll come back for him. Just…

He’s pushed down to sit in a chair and his arms are tied to the armrests while the third guy ties down his legs to the chair. Then the blindfold comes off and Hōki blinks to adjust to the light. It’s dim, and he takes in the room they’re in—minimal furniture, no windows, one exit in the form of a plain wooden door.

Before any of them can start asking questions, because Sai-taichou had gone over interrogation resistance with them and he knows what he needs to do, he says, “Taketori Hōki, chūnin, Registration number 890534. I will not talk.”

The three guys pause, and then chuckle together. One of them says, “Good thing we don’t need you to talk, huh?”

Hōki resists the shiver that wants to roll down his spine. He can do this. He’s been trained to do this. Papa even gave him a refresher on resistance before they left on this mission. He and Dad were so worried, and Hōki is going to get through this, go home, and show them both that they have nothing to worry about.

Another guy grabs out a camera and takes a picture; Hōki winces at the flash.

“Before and after, yeah?”

The third one punches his fist into his opposite palm and smirks. “Definitely. Payday is comin’ soon, boys.”

Payday?

Before Hōki can really ponder it, his face turns with the punch and he winces at the pain blooming across his jaw and cheek. What the—Again, and again, and again. His neck snaps to each side with the punches, and he tries to think only of keeping his muscles loose so he doesn’t resist the blows.

In the background to the constant thwump, thwump, thwump of fists hitting his face, Hōki registers the clicking of the camera and the bright flashes of light with each picture. He can’t for the life of him figure out why they would need to take pictures…

And then one of them says, “Hey, what do we do if the fucking Rokudaime comes in person?”

Oh. They didn’t take him because of his status as a Konoha ANBU. They’re going to try and ransom him back to his Papa. They’re honestly hoping to send pictures of Hōki’s beaten face and expect payment for his safe return.

Hōki starts laughing in the space between one punch and the next, and it makes his attacker falter. He just starts laughing harder the more he thinks about it.

“What’s so damn funny?”

He pulls himself together long enough to say through his giggles, “Taketori Hōki, chūnin, Registration number 890534. I will not talk.”

They all snarl and take a few more pictures, then the blindfold is tied back over his eyes and he hears all three of them leave the room and the lock turn in the door. His face aches, and he knows that his eyes will be swollen, likely shut, in a few hours. But he can’t stop giggling.

Because they’re so worried about Papa coming to get him personally that they’ve completely forgotten his other parent.

And seriously.

If they think Hatake Kakashi coming to get his son is a terrifying prospect…

They’re not prepared for the storm that is Hatake-Umino Iruka.

Hopefully, Renga and Hako will bring backup that isn’t his parents. In the meantime, Hōki’s fiddles with the ropes to see if he can’t get them undone himself.

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