Normie (Naruto ff, fem reader)

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(Name) POV
I woke up in a damp, cold cellar. I stand up, and wring dirty water out of the long strips of cloth on my outfit.

I walk up to the bars and see 6 ninja with a musical note on their headbands. "Who are you guys?" I ask, since I saw more of them last time.

"We're sound ninja, servants of Lord Orochimaru. Speaking of," he raises his voice, "Orochimaru! She's awake!"

A pale, snake-looking man walks up to the bars, "So this is the normie everybody is talking about? Did you send out her photos?" He licks his lips.

"What photos?" I back up from the bars.

"We took a photo of your face and outfit so now everybody can identify you. But don't worry," he maniacally laughs to himself, "you'll never be taken when you're in my hands."

"So... I'm stuck here... forever?" A tear rolls down my cheek.

"Precisely. But don't worry... you're not the only normie here. Want to see the other?" He gets an evil look to his face. I nod.

He opens up the bars, and they walk me to a different cell. On the floor was an attractive fair-skinned boy with large emerald eyes and raven hair. You could tell he's been working out in this cell. He looks up, and once he sees Orochimaru, he crawls to the back of the cell.

"You two will be sharing a cell," Orochimaru says, and a grin plasters into his face. They open the door and throw me into the cell.

Then they leave. He backs away from me. They must've really messed him up. "Relax," I assure, "I'm a normie too. My name's (name)." I put my hand out to shake his.

"Jürgen," he shakes my hand.

"Haha," i think back to my school life, "I had a friend in my german class named Jürgen." I try to lighten the mood.

"You... you speak german?" His eyes widen, I could hear an accent to his voice.

"Yeah. Where are you from?" I ask, sitting down next to him.

"Switzerland. I'm guessing you're from Acirema?" He looses the tension in his posture.

"Haha, yeah." I respond, "nice to know that we'll be stuck here forever." I sarcastically say and smile, as a tear goes down my cheek.

"I thought I was the only one..." he looks at the wall with no emotion.

(Authors note: when dialogues are italicized, that means you and Jürgen are speaking in German.)
"What have they done to you here?" I ask in German so they won't understand us.

"Well," he loses the hope in his eyes, and stares at the ground.

"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to-"

"They've injected acids and chemicals into my eyes. They've tried taking out my eyes and putting new ones in. So... so many things," he begins to shake. "Whatever they do to you, don't tell them if their excitements are doing anything. They'll just get worse."

I pause. "I-I'm sorry... I shouldn't have asked." He begins to cry, and I comfort him.

"No, it's okay... you needed to know that. Just please, no matter what they do, never tell them about your life at home. Don't. Tell. Them. Anything." He continues to cry.

Orochimaru appears in front of the cell, "Hm? Care to translate for me?" He has a sinister look on his face again, "What language were you speaking? Tell me!" His voice booms.

"We were spea-"

"Tagalog. Language of the Philippine islands. I've told you this several times," Jürgen shouts, he gets a stern look on his face, "fucking idiot." I tried holding back a smile, I could tell Jürgen was too.

"Good. We'll research it and have it mastered by midnight." Orochimaru puts his hands to his side. "Come with me, (Name). Time to start your training."