She knew the moment Shika woke up because he gasped.
His heavy frantic breathing filled the tiny box-which had stopped moving about an hour ago. Miko lifted herself from Hinata's lap.
"Shika, shh, shh, It's me and Hinata." Miko whispered.
He stopped panicking, clutching onto her arms and desperately looked around as his eyes tried to he would see Hinata, or the cracks like she did.
"Where are we?" He rasped.
"I don't know." She said truthfully.
She didn't know why they were kidnapped, who kidnapped them, why they weren't hurt yet, what the circumstances were, how everyone else was reacting, or where they were. She, for the first time, just didn't Fucking know.
The box rattled, as if it was being moved from off a high place. Miko hurriedly tried to stretch out her senses, since being knocked out and her head would caused her to have a harder time of it. Four people, very high in chakra were handling their box. Hinata woke up and started to panic when she couldn't feel Miko, but she placed a hand in her arm. Then she felt two more chakra signals, each almost as powerful as the Hokage. Since they were far off yet her senses didn't immediately shut down.
She was about to get some answers soon.
They dropped the crate and they smacked against the bottom roughly. Miko scrapped her knees and palms on the granulated wood.
"Hinata." she whispered." When I poke you, activate your eyes and stare at their arms, okay?"
"Y-yes." She stuttered.
"Hide it behind your hair." Miko undid the falling out french braids and a curtain of dark blue fell. Miko ignored her trembling hands as she did so. Flashes of Akira crossed her eyes as she stared at the blood on her hands.
Blood on her hands.
The box creaked and groaned, and she could feel the powerful presence even without actively seeking it out.
Then one of the walls was removed. Blinding painful light assaulted them in one big square, pulling tears from their eyes as they curled up in the corner of the box.
A raspy laugh scraped up her spine like knives. Nails on a chalk board.
"Kuhkuhkuhkuh..."
Her breathing came out in short gasps and she squeezed her burning eyes shut. Rough strong hands grabbed them and shoved them into a pile onto the grass. They lay trembling in a pile. Hinata could see through her eye lids and hair so when Miko heard him start to speak, she poked her.
"It's as I promised Orochimaru."
"Kuhkuh... I only asked for an Uchiha."
"The other children witnessed too much." Danzo said. His root agents had long since taken off their Konoha headbands
"With the police force and many ninja out searching for them Konoha will be susceptible attacks-especially the Uchiha. One is a Uchiha, another is an Hyuga. The boy is also part of a clan. I will give you them, and in return, you will help me destroy the Uchiha."
Danzo. She had been out played so hard it wasn't even funny. She had tried so hard to cover up signs of her meddling she forgot to realize she would have been a target regardless, simply because she was an Uchiha and a clan heads daughter.
This set up was prefect. The Uchiha would blame the deaths of Akira and her kidnapping on Konoha. Factoring in Hinata and Shika, it wouldn't lead to immediate separation but it was a crack in Miko's armor, one that Danzo could wedge a shovel through and lean on.
"The spoils of the massacre can be yours." Danzo sweetened the pot.
Was he fucking stupid!? Leading Orochimaru into the heart of the village whe he damn well wanted to destr-
"HOW DARE YOU!" Orochimaru screamed.
"Hinata!" Miko choked.
"They're attacking the snake man!" She gasped.
Her eyes snapped open.
A scene of chaos as Danzo held a knife to Orochimaru's throat and slashed. Blood flew in an arch and Miko was amazed at the details and everything she noticed. Shika was curled up and Hinata was trembling. So Danzo was trying to kill two birds with one stone, then. He wasn't doing so well, as Orochimaru had gotten back up.
Root agents fought with Ororchimaru's minions, locked in intense combat. No one was paying attention to the mud splattered children.
Miko grabbed their hands and ran.
A great wall of dirt sprung up to their left, blocking them from view and the heavily injured root agent from harm.
They ran, ran into the underbrush and tumbled down a hill chocked with bushes, brambles scraping their faces and leaves rustling.
"R-river!" Hinata choked.
Shika went over the edge of the cliff, the river roaring underneath them. Then Hinata.
And then her.
The air whistled in her ears and the last thing she saw was the edge of the cliff, rapidly rising out of reach.