Sorry for the horrible story, I was on writer's block and bored. xD This is the result. Hah. Please don't kill me.
Happy reading!
-Zai
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
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The blazing star of the painfully blue sky glared down at the desert below. There could not even be a puff of cloud seen for miles in the brightness. The sand dunes rolled on forever, darkly tanned and soft.
The halcyon display was tainted by the battling pair in the dust of sand. Her violet hair flew as she back flipped and dodged the incoming sand needles. His rose hair stood out stubbornly in the chaos, betraying his location for all to see.
Hinata snuffled a gasp as one of the needles dug into her shoulder, tearing the black bodysuit fabric and revealing pale ivory skin trickling with crimson blood. Her ANBU mask had already shattered into a thousand pieces of porcelain, revealing her heat flushed pink cheeks and her softly panting mouth.
As she pulled the needle out of her shoulder, it turned into a pile of sand falling between her fingers. When there was only a grain left to plummet, her hands had already turned the proper seals, sending a thousand needles back at her opponent.
HinataHyuga, Captain of the ANBU stood in front of her Hokage, listening to the caption of her newest assignment.
A Rank.Assasination Target: Kazekage of Suna in the Wind CountrySealed Request by the Suna Council
It was peculiar the Council of Elders in the country would want to have their own leader killed. Must have been desperate, to call out a beg to Konoha's ANBU. No matter. A mission was a mission. Ninjas were tools. She couldn't let emotions get in the way.
Gaara's hair tips were crusted with sand as his arms were raised, calling the sand swirling around him. Too slow. A needle passed through his shield and scratched his cheek. Unfamiliar blood trickled down his skin. His rimmed eyes were closed in pain.
Pushing the shield forward, his eyes shot open and he created a giant wave of sand, heading towards the assassin in dangerous speed.
Gaara sat at his wooden desk, uncomfortably craning his neck over the large stack of papers. His pen clicked as he signed here, initialed there, underlined this, noted that…
A soft knock at the door echoed through the small office. He gave a grunt, not even looking up.
The door slowly swung open and a shadow slipped into the room. No footsteps. Not even the sound of breathing.
Gaara looked up to see a girl, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed against her chest.
Hinata gathered chakra at the palm of both hands and started raising them, creating a veil of blue chakra around herself. The shield wavered only slightly at the sand consumed it.
When Hinata was sure that she had his attention, she straightened up and nodded to him in respect. In careful tone, she started sewing her lie.
"I am the new secretary, HinataHyuga. I was called by the Council to help you with your paperwork."
Gaara lowered his hands, sure that she was dead. He was proven wrong when a blur of navy kicked him in the small of the back.
Gaara raised a nonexistent eyebrow of suspicion. The Council had been after his head ever since Shukaku was removed and he was no longer considered a threat to the village. He was no longer dangerous enough to have to be watched. But he was Kazekage, he knew the secrets, he knew that he would have to be disposed.
Nonetheless, he accepted the girl, handing her a large stack of papers in the process.
Hinata gave him no time to recover, running in front of him as he went flying and kicking him in the chest. Only to find that her foot met sand.
A point of metal was at the nape of her neck.
Despite all her training, despite all her morals, Hinata gradually found herself getting attached to her assignment. When you were stuck for a year as the secretary of a handsome Kage, who wouldn't develop some type of attraction?
Gaara had her right arm pinned as he held a kunai to her neck. Both of their chests heaved in heavy breaths. His breathing paused for a second when he realized there was a kunai positioned under his neck as well.
Gaara trailed kisses down her long pale neck, savouring the taste of her sweet skin. His hands were under her shirt, pulling it up for more access.
He smirked into her neck as he heard her soft moan and buried his face into her soft silky locks. He pressed them both harder against the wall.
Both of them were inches away from each other, each of their lives in the other's hands. Violet clashed with Blue-green. Cool against Cool.
Hinata stood in front of the Council, the ones who had assigned her the mission. She was ashamed. She had let feelings get in the way of the assignment.
The Council was pleased. They were giddily lost in the fact that Gaara was disarmed by his 'love'. This would make Hinata's job much easier. Do it tomorrow.
Hinata bowed, unwilling to go on with her mission. She didn't know that there was another listening to the meeting.
"Why…?" Gaara's deep voice growled lowly. Why would you play with my feelings like that? Just when I thought I could be a normal emotional being… it's torn away. My heart. Love…I was right all along You cannot trust love.
Hinata kept her face stoned, years of training had perfected her façade. She wouldn't be the position she was at without it. Yet, she couldn't help but think, this position is what caused this fight. This stupid ninja way keeps me from... Ga… Gaa… I musn't think his name.
Ninjas were tools. Merely tools. They were supposed to do whatever that was assigned. They could not let anything get in the way. Not even petty feelings.
The two ninjas, the two tools, the two lovers… closed the gap between each other in one last kiss. One last kunai was plunged into a neck.
Hinata fell to the ground, tears springing to her eyes.
A shinobi must never show their emotions.
Gaara fell into her arms, crimson blood spurting from his neck. It covered her small hands, the fingers entwined in his scratchy hair.
His eyes were hooded, watching as she struggled with tears. Watching the tool become human. Even for just a split second.
Hinata rested her lips against his, breathing his last breath. One single tear fell from her cheek onto his own. One single tear that showed that she wasn't simply a tool.
She was a human too.