A Gaara/Hinata Story
"What is love?" Gaara asked himself one morning.
He only knew a little bit about it. Love was…a feeling of passion. Love is when you cared deeply for a person of the opposite sex. It was what Temari and Shikamaru had. So why couldn't he love?
Gaara never slept. He had to do something while he sat on his roof and gazed at the moon every night. The night before, it was about love.
Gaara sat down for breakfast as he did every morning. Toast, scrambled eggs, and OJ was placed in front of him.
Gaara ate his breakfast in silence as he did every morning. But this time he was staring at Temari.
Temari was getting freaked out. You would be to if a mass murderer was staring at you.
"Gaara…um, anything you wanna talk about?" Temari asked nervously.
"Yes. What is love?" Gaara said with no emotion what so ever.
Kankuro nearly spit out his OJ. Why would his brother, who had sworn at the age of six to never love anyone, ask this question?
"Well love is…kinda…" Temari drifted off. "Well, you know Shikamaru and I are dating. That's what love is. Love is a feeing of protection. It's a wonderful emotion that makes you feel…loved." Temari said, trying as best as she could. "It's really hard to explain. You only know what love is once you've felt it."
"Hmm." Gaara grunted. He got up from the table and left the house. "Oh, God I hope I didn't piss him off." Temari whispered.
"You didn't." Kankuro said. "He's just confused. He's at his puberty age now."
Temari sighed. "I guess."
The two finished their breakfasts in silence.
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Gaara walked out the door before he had finished his breakfast. Temari's words had made him feel…jelous. What was wrong with him, not being able to care for someone? There must have been someone that would understand.
Gaara was walking past an ally when he heard a scream, followed by cruel laughter.
He walked swiftly into the dark ally way to see who was in trouble. This is what he found:
Hinata. Hinata was on the ground, injured and unable to stand up. She was helpless. Four men, one of them standing over Hinata, were the ones that had hurt her.
Gaara hid behind a stack of old crates and watched what happened.
The leader leaned down and slowly unbuttoned Hinata's shirt. Then he slowly pulled off her jeans. It was then that Gaara realized what that man was going to do: He was about to rape Hinata.
Gaara didn't even know Hinata very well, but he was consumed with anger. He opened his gourd. That man and his gang were not going to leave his sight alive.
Sand pored from the gourd. It surrounded the men. They were dead before they knew what had happened.
He stood and helped Hinata up.
Hinata winced in pain when she stepped on her left ankle. She had sprained it badly while she was trying to get away from the gang. Then Hinata realized that she was in the presence of a hot boy with nothing but a bra and panties on. She wanted to melt into the ground, she was so embarrassed.
She quickly slipped her clothes back on, wincing in pain as she tried to put on her jeans.
"Hey." Gaara said, letting Hinata lean on him as she pulled on her pants. Hinata noticed that he was avoiding her eyes and blushing a bit. He understood.
"We should get you to a doctor." Gaara said, speaking of Hinata's injured ankle.
"H-how are we going to get there?" Hinata stuttered. She was in no condition to walk all the way across Konaha.
"Here." Gaara said as he picked her up bridal style. Hinata blushed even more.
Gaara jumped swiftly from roof to roof, making sure that they weren't seen. He didn't want anyone to know.
Soon, they reached the hospital. Gaara set Hinata down and let her lean on him again as they entered the main lobby.
The two approached the front desk. "This girl need her ankle checked. She sprained it while running." Gaara said, not speaking the whole truth. The receptionist looked up. She was scared that she was standing two feet from The Gaara with nothing but a metal desk between them, but she told them the room number of a doctor that would be able to help them.
They walked around the hallways, Hinata's ankle getting no better, until they finally found the room they were looking for. Room 28A.
The two entered the room and found it empty. Gaara helped Hinata into a chair before sitting down himself. Five minutes past, then ten. Finally, a man with brown, graying hair entered the room.
"What took you so long?" Gaara asked in a steely whisper. He was pissed.
The doctor realized who he was dealing with, and almost fainted. "I-I'm sorry, Gaara-Sama. I had another patient."
"Took you long enough. You're lucky I don't kill you, but this girl over here has had enough go on today to last her a couple of years. Any way, I want you to look at her ankle. She sprained it."
"Yes sir." Doctor House said. He helped Hinata up onto a "bed" that you see in check-up rooms (forgot what ya call 'em) and started to mend her ankle with his chakra.
Soon, the procedure was done, and Hinata was able to walk on her own again. The two walked out of the hospital in silence. When they got to the doors, Hinata turned to leave, but Gaara caught her arm.
"What's your name?" He asked her. "I have to know.
Hinata blushed, but did not face Gaara. "H-Hyuga Hinata." She whispered.
And the two parted.
