When I woke I was unchained and Ryou was no where to be found. I'd cried myself to sleep silently long after he'd fallen asleep himself. I'd prayed that in some way I could take away that morning, but it was no use. I knew that he'd used the conception jutsu that was traditional for both the Uchiha and the Hyugga families to use in the head families when trying to conceive an heir. He'd been right when he said that would keep me there. There was no way I could return to the village and carry the bastard Hyugga-Uchiha mix. Not only would I be persecuted, but so would the baby. The only thing I could do now was wait until it was born and run.
I hated myself for even considering it, but what other options did I have? It's not like I could stay there with murderers and criminals. There's no telling what those people were capable of.
Days passed and no one said anything about Ryou. Days turned to weeks, and weeks into a month, when a furious little girl with maroon hair came running into the room.
"It's all your fault!"
Her little fists hit my legs and it didn't hurt.
"It's your fault, you... you... bitch!"
"Faye!" her mother yelled.
"It's your fault they have my brother!"
"Who has your brother?" I asked frantically.
"Konoha, and if we don't give you to them they're going to publically execute him!"
My heart twisted. When had the friendly adoration I felt for him become more? Why did my stomach ache at the child's words.
"When?"
"Tomorrow at noon," Itachi said from the doorway," and we aren't giving you up."