"Alright, would one of you guys know the password to her phone?" Kiba asked, glancing mostly at Sasuke. "I'm guessing you're the boyfriend?" He added.

"Actually, I am," Naruto replied, stepping forward. "I can take a look at it." He reached for the phone and hoped to see a picture of him and Hinata together as the screensaver. However, to his disappointment, it was a picture of Hinata and Sasuke. His gaze lingered on it, completely forgetting about his task. The image captured what appeared to be a rather tipsy but happy Hinata on Sasuke's back. Although it was hard to see, he couldn't ignore the smile on the Uchiha's face as well. He remembered the dress Hinata wore from one of the pictures she showed him on her prom night. Perhaps this was the same day the picture was taken. Naruto's expression soured as he formulated his own story behind the picture. He entered a set of numbers into the phone, feeling the stares he received from everyone as they waited. Frowning deeper, he muttered, "I swore that was the password."

Hiashi took the phone from Naruto's hand. "Let me try, boy," he said, attempting a different combination of numbers he thought could be the password. Unfortunately, his attempt also proved to be futile. "It's not her birthday," Hiashi remarked, a hint of frustration in his voice.

"And it wasn't the first day we met," Naruto mumbled, feeling perplexed.

Sasuke let out a sigh. "Let me see," he said, accepting the phone from Hiashi. Within seconds, Sasuke effortlessly unlocked it. "It's the anniversary of the day we became friends," Sasuke revealed.

Kiba approached Sasuke, peering over his shoulder as Sasuke scrolled through Hinata's phone. "Her call log matches your description, Uchiha," Kiba remarked. He then noticed an unsent voice message and reached over to click play.

As the message played, a tremor of fear laced Hinata's voice. "S-Sasuke, please pick up... I'm scared," she pleaded, her voice was quiet as if she didn't want anyone else to hear. "Please wake up—." The sounds of shuffling and scraping filled the phone, accompanied by Hinata's desperate cries. "No! L-Let me go! Sasuke! Help me! S-Sas-" Her voice abruptly cut off, leaving a chilling silence.

Sasuke set the phone down with shaking hands and walked away, his emotions unreadable.

Naruto stood up, his hand covering his mouth, pacing anxiously around the room.

Hiashi sat there, his gaze fixed on nothing in particular, his mind filled with worry.

Sasuke walked outside, frustration etched across his face, and threw his hand into his hair as he slid down the side of the police building. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He muttered, his voice filled with self-blame. If only he had been awake, none of this would have happened. He slammed his fist onto the concrete ground, his anger boiling within him. He continued to mutter curses ignoring the stinging pain in his eyes as he tried to conceal his tears; he felt the weight of responsibility weighing heavily on his shoulders. He knew deep down that he was to blame for the situation they found themselves in.


Once Sasuke was dropped off at home by Naruto, he dropped his house keys on the table with no care as he made his way to his bedroom. Sasuke couldn't resist the urge to retrieve the box he had stashed under his bed. He felt a twinge of embarrassment about its contents, but at that moment, he needed it more than ever. Opening the lid, some of the contents spilled out, revealing a collection of photos and souvenirs he had carefully saved over the years.

Despite his reluctance to admit it to Hinata, he treasured their friendship deeply. His gaze fixated on one particular photo, and a sad smile tugged at the corners of his lips. It captured the time he had mischievously locked her in a locker as a playful prank, only for her to give him the cold shoulder for a week. Back then, a week had felt like an eternity, and he couldn't help but wonder how long it would take to find her now... if they found her at all.

"Tch," he muttered, tossing the photo aside and hastily throwing the remaining items back into the box before returning it under the bed. He wasn't ready to confront the emotions that photo held, not just yet.

Sasuke closed his eyes, desperately seeking solace from his racing thoughts. But instead, memories of Hinata flooded his mind — her infectious giggles, the warmth of her smile, and the haunting echoes of her screams for help.

They'll find her. They had to find her.


Kiba and Shino studied the sketch of the homeless man, their eyes scanning the intricate details. As they walked through popular areas known for attracting the homeless, a somber mood settled between them. Kiba couldn't help but voice his thoughts.

"It's sad, you know," Kiba began, his voice tinged with a mix of concern and curiosity. "A beautiful young girl like Hinata getting kidnapped. I can only imagine how worried her father must be right now."

Shino listened attentively, observing the emotions playing across Kiba's face.

"What's weird is that I expected her boyfriend to be the most devastated," Kiba continued, his brows furrowed in confusion. "But it seemed like Uchiha, her friend, was the one who took it the hardest."

Shino remained silent for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "People grieve in different ways," Shino replied, trying to be understanding.

Kiba shook his head, a hint of frustration in his voice. "But this felt different," he said, emphasizing his point. There was an unspoken weight to the situation, a complexity that Kiba couldn't quite put into words.

"Maybe the situation has not dawned on her boyfriend as much as it has with the others. He looked anxious but optimistic." Shino shared his observations. "There's not much we can say about the matter without assuming that he doesn't care."

"Maybe…You'd just think that the guy would be more scared but I guess you're right." Kiba mumbled.

As they rounded the corner, their eyes fell upon the man they had been searching for. Kiba's voice rang out, filled with urgency and determination. "Hey, you!" he called out, his words cutting through the air with authority.

The homeless man turned around abruptly, his eyes filled with fear as he caught sight of the approaching duo. Without hesitation, he broke into a sprint, desperately attempting to escape their pursuit.

"Hey! Come back! We just want to talk!" Kiba shouted after him.

However, the homeless man paid no heed to their words, his focus solely on putting distance between himself and his pursuers.

Kiba let out a resigned sigh, realizing they had no choice but to give chase. "Well, looks like we're in for a run," he said, with determination as he prepared himself for the pursuit.


Hiashi gazed at his youngest daughter, Hanabi, sitting in front of him, his heart heavy with the weight of the situation. He let out a soft sigh, knowing the pain and uncertainty that was tormenting her. "Hanabi," he began, his voice filled with both sadness and reassurance.

"She's... she's dead, isn't she?" Hanabi's voice trembled, tears welling up in her eyes. She stood up, her emotions overflowing. "I-I could feel it... When she didn't come home last night... She never does that. So she must be dead!" Her words spilled out amidst her sobs, her fear consuming her.

Hiashi rose from his seat, enveloping his daughter in a tender embrace, providing a sense of solace amidst the turmoil. "We don't know for certain... All we know is that she's missing, and the police are doing everything they can to find her," he whispered softly, his voice filled with compassion and understanding.

Hanabi buried her face into her father's chest, her tears soaking his shirt. "D-Don't lie to me, Dad! She's dead!" She cried out, her anguish piercing the air.

Hiashi gently pulled back from the embrace, holding Hanabi's tear-streaked face in his hands, his eyes filled with both strength and love. "She's going to be fine," he reassured her, his voice shaking for just a moment before he collected himself.

Hanabi searched her father's eyes, desperately seeking hope and finding a glimmer of it within his gaze. With a nod, she whispered, "S-She's going to be fine," releasing a breath she had been holding tightly.

Hiashi sighed, wiping away the lingering tears from Hanabi's cheeks. "We have to stay strong...for her," he urged, his voice filled with a mix of encouragement and parental wisdom, reminding Hanabi of her sister's spirit and resilience. Together, they faced the uncertain future, finding strength in their bond as a family.


Kabuto's hands tightly gripped Hinata's delicate face, his voice oozing with a sickening admiration. "Ah, as beautiful as the day we first laid eyes on you," he remarked, his words dripping with a disturbing fascination. Hinata's expression turned to one of disgust, her silence speaking volumes. Unfazed by her reaction, Kabuto swiftly moved his hands, firmly grasping one of hers, as he led her out of the grim confinement of her "room" and into what appeared to be a dining area.

The imposing figure of Orochimaru loomed before Hinata, his eyes scanning her with a sinister appreciation. He approached her, seizing her hand, forcibly making her spin around. "How lovely you are, my dear," he hissed, his tone filled with a twisted sense of satisfaction. Leading her to the seat at the end of the table, he continued, "I hope the dress I selected meets your approval."

Hinata remained silent, her fear rendering her voiceless.

In a fit of anger, Kabuto seized her hair, forcefully pulling it back, demanding a response. "Answer when you are spoken to!" He barked, his fury palpable.

Hinata winced, her pain evident. Struggling to find her voice, she mustered a meek reply, her words laced with fear. "Ah, y-yes... It's... it's very beautiful," she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Kabuto's smirk widened with sadistic satisfaction as he released his grip, enjoying his control over her.

Hinata soon found herself feeling uncomfortable as she sat there. The air was thick with tension as Orochimaru and Kabuto took their places, their eyes fixated on her like predators stalking their prey. She forced herself to maintain composure, aware that any signs of weakness would only fuel their sadistic desires.

As the meal commenced, Hinata struggled to swallow the morsels of food placed before her, her stomach churning with a mix of fear and revulsion.

Orochimaru watched her intently, relishing in her discomfort, while Kabuto wore a twisted smile that sent shivers down her spine. The atmosphere was suffocating, each passing second amplifying the suffocating dread that consumed her.

Moments later, Kabuto abruptly excused himself from the table, stating that he needed to retrieve something. Hinata's heart raced, her instincts screaming at her that something was amiss. Her hands trembled as she clutched the edge of the table, her senses on high alert. The room fell into an eerie silence once again, broken only by the faint sound of footsteps echoing in the distance.

Suddenly, an excruciating pain jolted through Hinata's body. Her eyes widened in shock as she realized a needle had been forcefully plunged into her neck. The room spun before her, her vision blurred, and she felt her strength waning. Desperate gasps for air escaped her lips as her body convulsed with agony, she held her neck, her eyes widened in shock and pain.

A couple of minutes passed, though to Hinata, it felt like an eternity of torment. The pain intensified, overwhelming her senses. Unable to contain the agony any longer, she let out a gut-wrenching scream, a haunting cry that reverberated through the walls of their sinister lair. The sound echoed, a desperate plea for rescue and release from her tormentors' clutches.

Orochimaru and Kabuto's faces twisted into sadistic grins, reveling in the anguish they had inflicted upon their captive. Their satisfaction was palpable, an affirmation of their power and dominance over her.

Hinata's body writhed in pain, her mind consumed by a harrowing mix of fear, despair, and a glimmer of hope that someone, somewhere, would come to her rescue.

As Hinata's body weakened and her consciousness waned, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as the darkness closed in around her, swallowing her whole. The pain gradually subsided, replaced by an unsettling numbness that permeated her senses. She drifted further into unconsciousness, her fragile convulsing form slumping in the chair.

Orochimaru and Kabuto exchanged satisfied glances, relishing in the sight of their broken captive. The room was filled with a suffocating aura of malevolence and power. They reveled in their ability to inflict such suffering and dominance upon their helpless victim.

With a wicked smirk, Orochimaru approached Hinata's limp body, running a gloved hand along her cheek. "Rest well, my dear," he whispered, his voice laced with sadistic pleasure. "For your torment has only just begun."