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"When something is lost, it's always the last place you look." – um … why would you keep looking for it if you found it already?

A scream. A cry of pain. The sound of laughter. My father's laugh. I woke up in my room upon hearing a scream from a prisoner that my father was dealing with. Being 8, I was used to hearing screams from prisoners and the laughter of my father torturing them. I was immune to feeling, so I did not care about the prisoners who were being held here, but for some reason, this sound, this scream of pain sounded different. I stood up and grabbed by katana and clothes. I walked out of my room and walked down the cold, ominous catacombs of our hideout we had been at for about a year. I walked down the stairs to the chamber where my father normally tortured the prisoners or did experiments. I opened the door without knocking and saw my father and Kabuto standing next to the table with a girl, my age, who was strapped down to the table with blood surrounding her. What the hell?

"Ah, my dear, come in, come in." My father told me as I walked in and stood my father.

"The screams woke me. Is it necessary to do this at this time of night?" I asked. It was around midnight and I needed my sleep if I was to train hard in the morning like I normally did. Kabuto looked over at me and then the girl.

"I am sorry, but, no, this could not wait. The time had come and we had to do the surgery tonight." He said walking over to the girl who had become unconscious from the pain, but was still alive, from what I could tell.

"What was so important about this prisoner? She looks pathetic to me." I said looking at the girl who had been unconscious just because of some pain. My father looked at me and didn't say anything for a while, but merely smirked. I didn't want to know what he was thinking, he had a sick mind.

"You see honey, this girl is very important. She has been with us for about seven years and is very special to me." He said. I looked at the girl in front of me, something was off, but I didn't know what it was. Kabuto looked at my father and then at me. My father got whatever hint he had sent him and looked at me.

"Why don't you go back to bed, the screaming is done, for tonight." I looked at him, Kabuto, and then the girl again before I left. As I was about to walk down the hall, I heard Kabuto say something to my father, so I decided to stay to hear what they were saying.

"Do you think she figured it out?"

"No, but she is smart and will eventually. Let's hope that she does not figure it out before we have come up with a plan."

"Very well. What shall I do with her body?" Kabuto asked. There was silence for a minute while my father thought about what to do with the girl.

"Take her down to the snakes. She is of no use dead." I left then. So she was dead, but why did they kill her anyway? As I was walking to my room, I thought about what he said. 'She is special to me.' That's what he said. I had the Sharingan, but she did not. She had been with us for about 7 years, the same age as me, and she had been a prisoner for a long time. But that didn't make sense. She looked the same age as me, but her appearance was different than mine; she looked more like my father than I did. How is that possible? She had the long black hair, the pale skin, the sliminess to her, I couldn't tell about her eyes because they were closed and bleeding, she could have been me.

I walked back into my room and sat down at my desk and took out a scroll. Sharingan. I opened it and found what I needed to find.

Only Uchihas could posses the Sharingan, but if extracted from an Uchiha, the Sharingan will work normally. The new owner of the Sharingan will have to work hard to keep their chakra from running out fast and how to use the Sharingan efficiently. If the Uchiha is dead, the Sharingan can still be removed and used normally.

I woke up sweating. 'What the hell was that all about?' Then I remembered that night. After I had gone back to my room, I had heard Kabuto carry the girl past my room down to the snakes. He whispered something along the lines that he was glad that I hadn't figured it out and hoped that I would never figure it out because they needed me to take out someone. It didn't make sense to me at the time, but if she was the actual Hotaru, then maybe it did make sense. Maybe my father wanted everyone to think I was the actual Hotaru so I could make my way into Konoha without a hitch and take out the Uchihas. It made perfect sense, but what would I gain from that? Nothing.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by movement. The sun was rising and everyone was cleaning up camp. Once everything was cleaned up, we started to head toward Konoha. No one talked. But I was glad, I didn't want them to start questioning me anymore, when they did, it was quite irksome.

We traveled at an agonizing slow pace because of the restraints they had put on me; the restraints didn't let me regain all of my chakra. About halfway through the day, we stopped for a break.

"What are we going to do with her after Ibiki interrogates her?" Sasuke asked. At first no one responded to him.

"It depends on what information she can give us on Sound. If she is helpful, she might go on probation for helping us, but she also could be put in prison for not helping. We also have to find out about her Sharingan." Kakashi answered. If I went on probation, then maybe I could try to get away, but then again, I would have no where to go. I could go back to Sound and take it over or I could stay in Konoha. But staying in Konoha would not be helpful to me in anyway, not unless I became one of their ANBU. As I was thinking, I felt eyes on me. I looked up and saw everyone looking at me. 'Great, here comes the questioning … again.' I thought as Shisui started to talk.

"If you aren't Hotaru, do you remember a girl that looked similar to you?" He asked hesitantly. I did remember a girl, a girl my father killed just like all of his other experiments. But was she an Uchiha? Maybe, I didn't know. All I knew was that I couldn't be Hotaru Uchiha … right?

"I saw many girls that looked like me that my father experimented on. Was one of them the girl you guys are talking about? Maybe, how would I know?"

"Because you are his daughter!" Sasuke shouted at me. I glared at him.

"So? I didn't watch over his every move. I trained from dawn 'til dusk. I only went to my father for more training, to take on missions, to kill him." I said with malice.

"But you had to have seen something! To hear something! You were within a hundred feet from him everyday, you were always with him. You had to have heard the screams, the pain, the pleas for help!" Sasuke shouted back at me. Kakashi stood up and made Sasuke sit back down. I looked at them to see what they were thinking. Kakashi seemed curious, weary about me. Sasuke was in pain. He wanted to know if I was Hotaru or not, he wanted answers. Shisui, he wanted answers too, but he seemed too lost in thought to ask me more questions. Itachi was staring at me intently. He was curious, he wanted answers, but mostly, he wanted the truth. He needed to know if Hotaru Uchiha, his sister, was still alive. I sighed.

"You want to know about me, fine. I was taught how to kill when I was five; I have killed more than a hundred people since then. I trained everyday for more than 12 hours at a time; I have killed innocent people because my father told me to. I have heard more screams than you could imagine. I couldn't do anything about it. Why? Because I was used to them. The first scream I had ever heard was when I was four. I have seen more experiments than you could ever imagine. I have been stabbed, beaten, poked and prodded numerous times to make my abilities better, to make me stronger. I was made to be emotionless, I was made to be the best. You want to know if Hotaru Uchiha is alive? Good luck, my father fed all of the dead experiments to the snakes." I said standing up. They were all silent. If they felt pity for me, I didn't need or want it. I don't have emotions and I don't want them. Emotions lead to weaknesses. I had no time to have a weakness.

After a few more minutes, we started toward Konoha again. It was silent the whole time. It was like that for the next three days. They all finally realized that I couldn't give them answers. On the fourth day, we arrived in Konoha right before dusk. At the gates stood the Hokage and about four more ANBU.

"Who the hell is this? Where is Orochimaru?" The Hokage asked.

"Orochimaru is dead. We could not carry him here; he was in his true form. This is his … daughter." Itachi said. The Hokage narrowed her eyes.

"Take her to the interrogation room Kakashi. The rest of you go to my office, I will be there shortly for your report." And then she walked away. Kakashi took a hold of my right arm and led me in Konoha while Sasuke, Shisui, and Itachi puffed to the Hokage tower. The other four ANBU had gone with the Hokage, so Kakashi and I were alone. As we walked in Konoha, I looked around. Kids were playing in the streets, people were shopping, some people were going home, and then there was me. As we walked through Konoha, people looked at me; some stared like they knew me. I paid no heed to them and continued to look at the Hokage tower. I knew they were talking about me, did I care? No. I was used to it.

Soon Kakashi led me into a building guarded by more ANBU. He led me up a flight of stairs and into a black room. There was one chair in the while room and it was right in the middle.

"Sit." I did. I didn't need to waste any chakra just to get caught. He tied my arms down to the arm rests of the chair and my legs to the legs of the chair. Then he left, leaving me in darkness. 'Great, interrogation. The most boring thing on earth.' I had watched my father perform multiple interrogations before on Mist ANBU. They would last for a while; I had to give them that, but they always cracked, no matter what and then they would die. My father's … methods were not in the ANBU rule book, thus making them more effective. I was starting to zone out trying to think of what I was going to do after the interrogation and trying to think of a plan to escape if they were going to put me in prison, when the door opened. Multiple ANB came in followed by a man with a scar on his face and the Hokage. Let the fun begin.

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