The Demon and The Angel
'He therefore gave her the strength to subdue and dominate the proudest and wildest hearts and hold them in sweet captivity by a mere glance or else by the power of her pure modesty'
-Innocence Undone, Arcangela Tarabotti
The demon of sand glided, robes floating behind like a dark storm cloud behind him. He was looking for his angel.
The wreckage to the village of Leaf was colossal; caused by an army of 8 men. If they could even be called men.
Everywhere he turned there was almost god like destruction. Viscous forgotten blood squelched beneath his boots but was ignored as familiar sounds often are. Searching for any sign of silver moon eyes. Last he heard Naruto was off fighting the Pain puppetmaster; that had been two hours ago and his search for Hyuuga Hinata had yielded nothing. Hinata had gone after Naruto to protect him, even though the idiot had always chosen his pink teammate.
A demon such as himself couldn't live without the angel that he knew he didn't deserve.
So much pain.
The thought didn't bring her panic, or fear rather a niggling knowledge that the Hyuuga would die soon. Her mind was too numb to do anything else.
Silver eyes stared up at the blue sky disinterestedly, long dark hair fanning behind like a halo. However the never-ending blue didn't give her an instant vision of sincere blue eyes, instead she saw the closed ghostly green eyes of another jinchuuriki.
How odd.
Hinata didn't know how long she lay there, one of the fallen, quietly (as she did everything) thinking about Gaara, a man she knew almost nothing about. Until, almost as if her thoughts had summoned him, she felt his soft footsteps through the ground until he leaned over her like a sinister shadow, but she held no fear. The bright sun she had closed her eyes against turned his hair into rippling red flame.
A phantom of green concern flashed through his eyes, but Hinata's consciousness was too slippery to grab hold of. The pain like her thoughts waxed and waned but the feeling was a mere irritant.
Her eyes dazedly glanced at the strange tattoo gracing his face.
Love…
The arms around her were gentle iron bars warmed by the sun and she felt her body drift upwards before the disconnected feeling of Gaara walking tingled through her body.
She began to drift off with only the feather light feeling of contentment.
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