A/N: So, I am getting some reads. That's good. : ) I would like some feedback, just so you know. So if you have a comment, feel free to share. I have had people review my stuff and say it was shit, but that is their opinion because some others liked it. Lol. And if you don't like the story, why are you reading it anyway? o.0 But please, if you can, enjoy...

I was being carried. I knew that. I could feel it in the movement. Side to side. Right to left. Slight move here, slight move there.

I was extremely comfortable in the hands of someone else. The birds chirped and the cool morning air made me shiver.

I snuggled closer to the person's back and tried to go back to sleep.

"Oh look she's awake." I heard a deep, friendly voice point out before I was dropped. I tensed and fell on my butt with a yelp. I mumbled something under my breath and gave my feet a disapproving look, blaming them for not catching me.

"Well, stand up, I'm not going to carry you again." A deeper, harsher voice snapped. I looked up, and frowned, some of the blood draining from my face.

It was Izuna, and he was glaring at me. Madara was next to him, looking casual and Ninami wasn't looking at me. So I stared at the only girl, and stood up. I couldn't help feel a little terrified in their gaze. But Ninami wasn't looking at me.

Her arm was still wrapped up.

I looked around. Where were we? It seemed we were in a forest somewhere, but it looked a lot like every other forest path out in the Fire Country. I stopped gazing around when Izuna took my arm and started to drag me somewhere forward. I tried to fight of his iron grip and looked really stupid while doing so, but that didn't mean I gave up.

After about ten minutes of doing so Izuna sighed loudly, and looked back at me. He stopped, turned around and then shoved me into Ninami. She growled and grabbed my hair and started dragging me away.

"Stop fighting it. You're hurting yourself." She snapped after a couple minutes.

"Let me go!" I growled, pulling again, not liking the throbbing from my head that the tugging set off.

"Oh, that's so convincing." She said sarcastically, yanking me forward.

I growled a little. "Shut up."

"Make me."

I stayed silent, and didn't speak again, plotting her death. I would make her if she kept pulling my hair. My unique red hair.

What's sad is she thought she won.

It was only thirty minutes later that we came upon a village. I felt my jaw drop as we entered it. It was spotted with people all with black hair and either red or burnt black eyes. Madara greeted people kindly, as well as Izuna, but Ninami didn't greet anyone as she dragged me with the boys. She glared at every girl that laid eyes on Madara and Izuna, and growled a little, but both boys were too busy being bombarded by people asking for help.

I was sort of shocked by their behavior.

Izuna stopped walking in front of us and turned around. "I need to be somewhere." He said quietly and then he ran away from an old man, that just smiled.

Then Madara turned around, his eyes scanning me before he dipped his head to Ninami. "I am sorry, I hope you can take it from here."

Ninami glared at him, but it was weak. "Yes I can."

"Thank you." Then he calmly walked away with another man.

"Wow, they're busy." I said.

"Oh shut up." Ninami growled as she tugged on my hair for me to go faster.

"You don't have to be so rude."

"I can do whatever I want." She snapped.

She dragged me to a a big house that had tan paper walls and light brown wood surrounding it.

She slid open a door and dragged me in. She made a lot of random turns then we came to a hallway with seven wooden doors down it. She took me to the one at the end of the hallway and pushed me in. I landed face first into the wooden floors.

"Saiyami," Ninami started. I looked up at her, not able to feel any negativity towards her with her dark and saddened expression. "They're only so busy because people trust them." And with that she slipped out of the room, locking the door.

The room was dim with a candle that burned dimly. there was no window. There was only a locked door. There was no bed, but there was a floor. I curled up and thought about what had happened. I felt numb doing so. What happened to Hashirama? Did he got out alive? What about Kirian? Where is he? Where were my only friends? What was Ninami to me? Was she a friend? I sighed and leaned against a wall, thinking some more.

I don't know how long I sat there, or when I fell asleep, but in time the door opened and in walked Ninami. She set down an apple. "Don't want you dying of hunger." She said nonchalantly. I took the apple and thanked her. "Would you like some company?" She asked awkwardly. I smiled shyly.

"Sure." She grunted and sat next to me. "How long have I been in here?" I ask looking around the wooden room.

"About a day."

"Oh."

There was a moment we didn't speak.

"Senjus aren't that bad." I whispered.

"They're the enemy." She said softly, as if trying to tell herself that as well as me.

"They are also kind, generous people." I countered.

"They are they enemy, Saiyami." She snapped.

"Your enemy. Not mine."

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes I do."

"No you don't." She growled.

I sighed. "What did they ever do to you?" I asked firmly.

"It's what they did to us." She whispered.

"They didn't do anything to me, besides treat me kindly."

"Really? Did you know that they were behind the attack on our clan?!" She yelled. I winced from her outburst and froze for a second.

"No. You have it wrong." I said softly, my heart clenching at the thought.

"That's not true. You shouldn't lie about that." I felt small tears brim my eyes, as well as some brim Ninami's.

"I'm not. I wish I was. I saw they way you looked at him. You were close weren't you?" She responded, in a lower voice.

"He was one of the only friends I ever had. No one else even noticed me, even with me red hair. A dripped slowly down my cheek.

Ninami chuckled weakly. "I'm the same. No one notices me, even when I'm with Madara and Izuna. I'm looked though." She looked down. "I also saw the way you looked at the boys," She started. "You afraid of them aren't you?" I nodded meekly. "Don't be. They're all bark no bite." I gave her a look.

"Not even when Madara-kun fights like that?" I asked, in a tone the was unbelieving.

"He's different when he fights. He goes full out when he does. He has always been one of those people to give nothing but his best." She countered in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because, even though you're a prisoner, and a traitor, you're one of the only people from our clan left."

"Aren't there more that escaped."

"Most already died in battle." Ninami informed sourly.

"What about the others?"

"They are all old and bitter, bound to die as we speak." I blinked at her explanation.

"Oh."

"Yeah, charming I know."

I didn't reply, and instead finished my apple. When I was done Ninami stood and pulled a napkin from the pocket in the back of her shirt, then took my apple, as well as her own and walked out of the room.

I got back to thinking after she left and couldn't help but wonder why the Senju would do such a thing. They were so nice. What did they have to do with the Uchiha?

I thumped my head against the wall for what seemed like hours. Wasn't hungry anymore, and didn't think I was ever going to be hungry again. The thought of Hashirama wanting to kill someone made me sick. Of course I didn't really know him that well, but I knew him well enough.

Didn't I?

Was there something I was missing? Not getting about all of this?

Did they know something I didn't? Or was I just overlooking something important?

I soon fell asleep again.

It continued like this for a week.

And there was still no sign of Kirian.