Prologue
Aya Natsume looked around in the cold, dark wagon she was sitting, sighing softly she pulled her knees up to her chest, the sound of rattling chains; she looked at her wrists where the chains were. She was trapped, captured, kidnapped and every other word that had to do with being taken against your will. Only a tiny streak of light from one of the cracks in the wagon was the only sigh she had of when it is was day or night, she been stuck in this wagon for two days, and she barely had anything to eat or drink. She squeezed her eyes shut hoping and pray it was all just a bad dream but the sound of horses and the guard outside, shattered it. She would never be home again, she would never see her sister again, and she would never be with her brother again... Or grieve for him. She folded her arms on top of her knees, burying her face in them as she did, she sighed, closing her eyes, remembering how she got where she was.
It was a few days after her brother died, or murdered. She was at home with her sister getting ready to go to her brother's grave, when the door flew open, she knew why they had come and considered it unfair. It was the one rule in her whole village,(and she hated it) : NO WOMAN CAN LIVE IN A HOME WITH OUT A MAN, AND IF THERE IS NO MAN THE WOMEN IN THE HOME GET PUT INTO SLAVERY. She didn't even have time to say goodbye to her sister, they rushed in grabbed both of them, dragging them out. They threw aya in one wagon. She cried when she saw they were being separated, Maya fought them; she was now the oldest in the family and partly strong. Aya was young and weak, she was 16. They knocked Maya unconscious, throwing her body into another wagon. She looked away, tears streaming down her cheeks, squeezing her eyes shut, she couldn't stand the sight of her sisters' body being thrown around like a doll. The men forced her into the other wagon, heading into a different direction then her sister, chained her wrists together, so she couldn't fight, she was helpless and alone with no one at all. She sat in the same spot with the same clothes on, purple and blue kimono was almost ruined, the ends were ripped, the sleeves were torn only slightly. She prayed every night that someone would come save her. It never happened.
Aya was jolted back to the present by the jerk of the wagon stopping, she raised her head, they were at their destination, where her new life would begin. Her head turned towards the wagon door, as it opened wide, shining bright light inside, she looked away, her eyes adjusting to the brightness, only for the light to vanish by a huge shadow of one the guards, grabbing her arm painfully, she winced, as he pulled her out of the wagon ,she stumbled a little ,she looked around her, she was in the middle of the forest. The guards silent, two were ahead of her and one was holding her arm still, he let go only to push her forward. She walked straight ahead, now realizing the large house in front of her. One guard opening the door, she walked inside, the light was dimmed so shadows were everywhere, she looked around, knowing she was in the home of someone powerful. Heading towards another pair of doors, she walked inside, it was much brighter and bigger than the other room, taking in her surroundings, she saw two rows of young girls about her age, older and younger, hope forming inside her, of finally seeing her sister, she looked at all the girls. None of them were her sister. The hope shattering. The guards guiding her towards the front row in between two other girls, both scared as she was. She looked straight ahead, seeing a row of chairs one each higher than the next. Everything went silent at the sound of the door to the far right creaking open, she froze, her eyes wide, she watched as, a group of men walked in, and sitting in the chairs. She realized who they finally were, the most hated, wanted criminals around… The Akatsuki clan.