For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.

- ­The Hunger Games

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The last two days had been a blur.

Hinata was pacing around the spacious room she had been confined in for the last day and a half. It was decorated minimally but tastefully. There was a king sized bed of rich wood in the center, headboard leaning against the back wall, blue Egyptian cotton sheets with floral patterns adorning the mattress. A side table was placed on its right, a white modern lamp on it. There was small round table placed near the wall closest to the door, two plush chairs on either side of it. A smaller door led to the attached bathroom.

There were no pictures adorning the walls, the small accessories that had been strewn across the room once were gone. The closet built into the wall was empty of anything except for spare blankets. But Hinata still recognized Sasuke's old bedroom.

She wondered why he had chosen to keep her a prisoner in his family's old compound in the Uchiha District. One would think he would throw her inside a dungeon and never look back, from the way he had looked when he brought her here.

She wondered if it was muscle memory that had made him bring her here, into his old bedroom in the compound that he had grown up in alongside his family. Was it was instinct to seek out familiar places when life struck you with such an unexpected and painful wound?

His family was gone, she thought, and she felt the ghost of their presence in the heavy silence that surrounded her.

She stopped pacing with newfound desperation and started banging on the door again, much like she had been doing for the entire time she had been here.

"Sasuke!" she called, "Open this door! Let me out right now,"

There was no response and she banged harder, feeling pain shoot up her hand. "OPEN THE DOOR," she yelled, tears lacing her voice.

There was still no answer and she felt desperation claw inside her. "Please, open the door. Let me see my son,"

Again, no one answered. She let her tears flow down her cheeks as she sunk down on the floor, leaning her forehead against it. "Bring me my son," she whispered to herself as she cried.

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"Hello sweetheart, did you miss me?" he crooned with mocking in his voice.

"Sasuke," she whispered her eyes wide and her heart hammering against her chest. How was this possible? What was he doing here? How did he find her?

The smirk on his face dimmed when she said his name and he stood up straight. He turned his head and looked around the kitchen, as if he hadn't already.

"Cozy place you've got here," he remarked. "Are you trying out minimalism?"

Hinata felt the sting. This humble place she'd set up for herself through the years she'd been here was nothing compared to the home she'd had with Sasuke in Konoha, but it was enough for her.

"Something like that," she muttered. In truth, she was already spinning possibilities in her mind.

How did he find her? And If he knew about her...did he know about Daiki? It was easy enough to find someone you knew inside and out, but he didn't know Daiki existed and if not then she could still-

She was feeling afraid. Of him. Of the blank look in his eyes behind his smirk. Of the way his eyes were taking her in as if they were hungry.

But she also could not stop looking at him; he was real, not a dream. He was flesh and bone, his beautiful pale face, sharp angles and elegant lines; his lean build and the regality with which he always carried himself; his pianist's hands which touched a gun like they could draw music from the deadly metal.

"What are you doing here, Sasuke?" she asked, still not closing the distance between them, but dragging her gaze upwards to look at his eyes.

"Looking for a miracle," he muttered, more distracted than focused, his gaze dipping to her collarbone and then back up to her face. "And it looks like I found one,"

"You need to-"

"Where's the kid?" he asked, eyes darkening as he slowly advanced.

Hinata's blood chilled. He knew. If she was afraid, she was positively terrified now as she backed away and ran. She wasn't going to let him take her son from her.

She could hear his steps behind her. She had the advantage that she knew her way around the house and he didn't. She made it to Daiki's room and locked the door behind her, barely making it before Sasuke.

"Hinata," he called from the other side. "Open the door,"

She could feel the adrenaline. She looked around the room for anything that could be used as a weapon. There were only Daiki's toys here. Fuck. She should have gone to get her gun from her bedroom before coming here.

But then he would have found Daiki and she couldn't have done anything.

And she knew she could never hurt Sasuke. The gun would have been useless anyways.

She started looking for a way out before Sasuke inevitably burst through the door. She knew him asking her to open the door was simply courtesy.

Another bang against the door. "Open the door Hinata," he called, impatience lacing his voice. "You know this can't hold me,"

"You need to leave us alone," she told him from the other side. "Go back,"

She heard him laugh. "You've been left alone long enough sweetheart," his voice called, full of promise. "You're coming back with me now,"

She went to Daiki's window and opened it, looking out of it to see if she could possibly take him and make a run for it. The window was high up, but she wouldn't be injured too severely if-

The door slammed against the wall as the lock broke. Sasuke looked severely pissed off as he stalked inside the room, straight towards the small bed and stood in front of it. Hinata rushed towards the bed from the window.

But Sasuke made no move to grab her or Daiki, as he stood and watched the little boy- who was still miraculously asleep despite all the noise. Hinata's heart ached at the wonder on his face as he looked at their son.

"What's his name?" he asked, leaning down and gently touching the little boy's cheek.

"Daiki," she whispered, despite her fear, despite her worry.

They both didn't say anything as he watched their son quietly, his face blank.

Sasuke stood like that for a while before he straightened; his eyes harsh. "Gather what you need before I burn down this place. We're leaving,"

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Hinata wasn't aware of dozing off, but she woke abruptly when there was movement against the surface she was asleep on. She realized she was asleep leaning against the door, and that someone was trying to push it open.

She scrambled back on her hands and feet as the door opened, revealing a dark haired figure. She expected it to be her husband, who had been the one who drag her to the room in the darkness of the night and had left her there.

Instead, Shikamaru stood there. The boy she had known in college was still somewhere in his looks, even if his hair was longer and he had a small goatee now.

"What are you doing on the floor?" he asked as greeting as he came inside, carrying a takeout paper-bag. It smelled delicious and Hinata realized she hadn't eaten anything in the time she'd been here.

"Shikamaru," she said, tasting his name on her tongue after so long, before she scrambled up and despite everything, pulled him into a hug.

He stiffened, before she felt him wrap his free arm around her, returning her embrace. "Hey Hinata,"

They stood like that for a minute, before Hinata lowered herself from her tiptoes and stepped back. "What are you doing here?" she asked. It was strange, if pleasant, to see him here. He had been a political advisor the last time she had seen him almost 3 and a half years ago. To see him here, as if he were a lackey of her husband's organization was strange.

"Oh right," he told her, closing the door firmly behind him and placing the takeout bag on the round table. "I work with Sasuke now,"

She noticed how he didn't say for. He displayed an equal working relationship.

"What?"

He shrugged. "The political situation in this city's fucked up enough as it is. Sasuke's a good boss,"

Hinata felt her breath catch. "Then you know where Daiki is," she whispered. "Shikamaru, please...help me. I'll take him and disappear. I won't be any trouble. Just...take me to him,"

His face hardened. "I can't do that,"

"He's my son," she said, an edge to her voice.

"He's also Sasuke's son," Shikamaru told her firmly. "What you did to him was fucked up,"

Hinata felt her temper rise, despite knowing Shikamaru was the only one who would be showing her kindness anytime soon.

"You found us," she whispered. "You told him about Daiki,"

Shikamaru didn't contradict her. "He had to know,"

"You couldn't have left us in peace," she said while shoving Shikamaru. He stepped back.

"I didn't come here to argue, Hinata," he said, sighing. "I came to give you this," he gestured to the food "And to tell you that Daiki's okay,"

"Then why won't he let me see him?"

"Because he doesn't really trust you anymore," Shikamaru said with the anger returning. "He'll come and talk to you once he's not preoccupied with other things. He'll decide what to do with you then,"

Hinata didn't say anything else as she watched the genius boy she'd grown up with leave her behind with a coldness that surprised her.

She thought about what Shikamaru had said. Sasuke would decide what to do with her once he wasn't preoccupied with other tasks. It was as if she was an old possession he didn't know what to do with anymore. Sasuke would be her judge, jury and executioner.

And she knew him well enough to know that his sentence would never be kind.

The door locking sounded like a death sentence.

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Author note: I see everyone getting a general idea about what happened. The further story will be revealed as we go. Let me know your thoughts and theories :)