Hiya, I'm super new to this and writing in general. Please give me reviews, especially bad ones as they can help me improve. This is for a project as well as just happy purposes so please give me as much feedback as possible. Thankyou.
Also, ~~~ means change of POV.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters in Naruto.

There was a slight ringing in her ears, growing louder and louder. She could feel her heartbeat start to race even though everything around her seemed to slow down, her breathing becoming shallow and she can feel herself tilting.
So she ran, she ran out of the council meeting, into the streets full of people. While she ran through the throngs of people she could feel their pitying stares, their sympathetic looks because it seems that she, Hinata Hyuuga, was the last person in her village to find out about her mothers death earlier that week. She had been on a trip to different villages to sell her wares, dresses and other sorts of material when she saved the other travelers from a band of rogues at the cost of her own life.

Hinata couldn't handle it, everywhere she looked she saw villagers staring at her, so she just continued forward, running into the forest. Hinata had always been warned about the forest, and the little abandoned house in the clearing which was said to be haunted, but today she couldn't bear going back to her little home without her mothers presence. When she came upon the clearing and viewed the house, a brick building with boarded up windows and cracks in the walls, she somehow felt a moment of peace, a relief running through her. She walked up to the door and peaked inside, breathing a sigh of relief as nothing appeared to be lived in. After walking inside towards the lonely chair in the library, she couldn't contain her tears any longer. ~~~

They called him the terrible tyrant of the village, the cruel and violent ruler whose only goal is to see to the destruction of the people. They had never seen him, as he always hid in the shadows and never showed his face to his people, only speaking with the council and even then it was rare he went to any meetings. He always made sure to speak out about things he thought were important to the running of the village, but he left the minor details to the old, stubborn council members just to appease them. Walking the forestry in the moonlight always helped calm his mind. In the rare circumstance that Gaara actually slept, it was writhed with nightmares and blood, causing him to wake in a cold sweat. The forest always provided a sort of calm for him, breathing in the fresh air while walking to his favourite spot, a small house that he had been coming to for years to help him relax after a restless night. He walked to the back of the building and went towards the library, where his desk with all his important documents rested, all the work of the village leader in the false bottom of a draw. Coming up to the door he stopped, shocked to hear the soft snore of another person in his library. Gaara went to the back of the bookcase and watched the intruder, a small girl resting on the only chair in the room, her head rested in her arms. Even with the moonlight streaking through, he could only see her small frame and blue streaks in her hair, but he decided to watch her anyway, it had been too long since he'd had someone in his presence that wasn't cowering in fear. When the birds began singing outside, with small bits of light coming through the windows he saw her begin to stir.

Hinata could first hear the birds outside, before the ache in her back came in full force. She pushed herself out of the chair and stretched her arms, yawning in the process.
"Who are you?" She heard a strong voice from behind her and squealed, looking towards the bookcase, taking steps backward until her back came in contact with the fireplace.
"W-w-w-who are you?" She stuttered, looking all around the room trying to place the voice with a body.
"I asked first, who are you?" Came the voice again, gravelly and deep, sending shivers down her spine.
"I-I'm so sorry, m-my name is Hinata I-I-I didn't know anyone l-lived here, I-I swear" She fell to the floor and bowed low apologetically. Hinata swore she heard a snarl when her head touched the ground and flinched, but didn't lift her head.

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Gaara didn't usually recognize beauty, he noticed it, but never had he felt his body react to it before. God she was beautiful, strait, sleek blue-black hair, a small frame but definite curves, an elegant neck and a gracefulness that just seemed to be natural, instead of taught. He felt the blood pumping through his veins as she stretched out of the chair, and when she faced the bookcase to find him, he saw her face, so delicate and ladylike, yet with a childlike innocence with big, doe-like eyes with white pupils, something he had never seen before. She wore a simple dress that looked worn and thin but somehow even that looked beautiful on her. He watched her back into the fireplace and drop to the floor, growling when he saw her bowing while apologizing, taking her face out of his view.
"Get off of the floor." He said, not a suggestion but an order. She jumped up and stood stiff, eyes darting all around the room.
"Why are you here?" He asked, wanting to know why this girl came into his clearing, after years of his solitude, after spreading rumors of the house being haunted and scaring any visitors that dare come to his home. She just stared, still trying to see where the voice was coming from, he didn't worry, knowing that his specially made bookcase would hide him from anyone's view.
He sighed and repeated again, "Why are you here?" He saw her lip start to quiver as she turned her eyes towards the floor, she looked like she was about to speak and instead wiped the tears that had suddenly fallen from her eyes. "I-I didn't realize I was r-running h-here I ju-just was so dis-distraught." She stumbled out while sniffling back her tears.
Gaara didn't understand why he bothered to ask, usually he would just scare them away to have his peace, but she was different, he wanted to know why she was crying. He needed to know. Something inside of him urged him to go out and comfort her but he knew as soon as she found out who he was, she would run. He couldn't afford for her to do that until he found out what was upsetting the weak looking female.

Hinata was about to apologize and leave again, wiping the tears creeping down her face she turned just to do so, until that deep voice came again, "Why do tears fall from your eyes?" it said. She stilled, trying to explain to the body-less voice all of her reasons for tears wouldn't be right, would it? But for some reason, just hearing the voice ask made her want to tell all. It made her feel relief as the deep tones made it's way through her system.