This is the first chapter of my rewrite, I'm hoping it will be way better than the first one, longer as well. I will try to update once a week but I can't make any promises, thank you for reading.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of the Naruto characters.


Love Hurts, Lust Hurts More (Rewrite)

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Have to try harder, Hinata draws in another breath, she's so tired, but won't quit, determined to be better. Father, I'll make you proud, I'll make you like me. Again Hinata fights the invisible enemy in front of her with the faces of the people in her way, she is unaware of the aqua eyes watching her every move, to in tuned in her own little world. Not good enough! Try harder!

He just went for his nightly walk while the rest of his team rest peacefully, when he saw the awfully familiar girl fighting somebody who isn't there. Yes he knew this girl, not personally, but he's seen her in action before, a long time ago, her skills seemed to have improved greatly. Though skills are not the only thing this ninja is paying attention to.

The girl's thick jacket lies abandoned on the ground, surprising him with the many curves the girl has in her simple tank top. Along with her beautiful face this girl could make someone a happy man with her as a little wife. Her training might just ruin the chance by the looks of it.

Even from where Gaara is he can see the dark circles under the girls eyes in the candle light, he knows this isn't the first night she's been out like this, and he knows why she trains so hard. He can't quite remember the girls name, but he can remember her fight with the boy from her clan, if his memory serves him correctly she called him brother, he remembers how though she gave it her best, she still failed, at the time he found it quiet amusing.

Hinata cries in shock when one of her legs go out, landing her face first in the dirt, so tired, her eyes slowly close. NO! Get up! She orders herself, she can't stop, not now. She uses her weakened and tired muscles to get her to her hands and knees, but her body is to tired to get herself higher than that, she needs rest, in which she hasn't had in three long days.

"Get up," she orders herself, voice small, "please get up?" Her order turns into a plea, tears start to trail down her pale cheeks. I have to get stronger, I have to get up, I HAVE TO PROVE FATHER WRONG! But her attempts get her no where, she falls back to the ground weakly, I'm useless, I'm nothing, more tears spill, making the dirt cake on her face.

"Pathetic," A cold voice makes it's way to Hinata's ears, she weakly looks up, her pearl colored eyes meeting a pair of cold, aqua eyes, she gasps in fear and clutches the dirt into her hands, this is the first time she's seen him sense the chunin exam almost three years ago, he hasn't entered the recent years, why is he here?

"Leave m-me alone," She orders, trying to hide the fear that she most defiantly feels, the night which rained blood still vivid in her mind, the sadistic pleasure he had at killing all of them, even when they helplessly begged for their lives. That thought alone brought Hinata many horrific dreams, and keeps her frightened now.

A sharp pain hits where her heart lies beyond skin and bone as a thought she has forced to the back her mind many times resurfaces, death, no more pain, my father would be happy. Hinata's body involuntarily tenses when the demon possessed boy kneels down beside her. The Hyuuga's will be better off.

"Did you just give me an order?" He asks, venom running off his tongue, Hinata fills her lungs with air, holding it there, everyone will be more happy if I was dead.

"Wh-what if I d-did?" She asks, but it's not sarcastic or carefree, as she had wished it to be, it was weak, scared, she's terrified none the less, and it showed now more than ever. She wants to be brave, she wants to make everyone happy, though she can not face her fears, because she also wishes to live, she wishes to make her dreams come true, though she knows it's all false hope.

He doesn't say anything before getting up and leaving Hinata completely alone with her sorrows, to her this is a bigger insult than anything, as if his words are to good to be wasted on someone like her. It reminded her of her father, calling her pathetic or weak and then just walking away like he couldn't waste his time on scolding her. Pathetic, the word echo's in her mind, mocking her, more tears fall, and with new strength and renewed determination Hinata gets to her feet, I'm not pathetic! I'll show you, I'll show everyone!

Gaara takes only a few steps until 'THUMP!' He looks back to the direction he came, where the noise seemed to originate. A cracking noise rides on the wind, loud enough to put anyone on alarm. A blur flies past his vision to the right, something large, then the ground trembles. He faces the once marvelous tree, now unable to cast shadow down by his feet. The irregular breathing of another directs his attention elsewhere, to the base of the tree.

"I'm not pathetic," the words are quiet but lack stutter. Gaara can't help but study the girl only fourteen feet away, she's not looking at him, instead looking at the ground, her whole body shaken, hands balled into fist so tight her knuckles are white. Then she falls ungracefully on her face, though at the moment Gaara is impressed, she knocked a proud, erect tree down in one hit.


I know it was a bit short, the next one will be longer.