Authors Note:
So this is super important. The reason this story is marked complete, when it is not is because it is drabble that i've been holding onto for nearly a year and haven't completed it, nor was i intending to. I read it today and realized how good it seems (To me) and was wondering if there was enough interest if I should complete it.
It'll either end up in a romance between Hinata and Hidan (since he somehow became a really big part in this) or how I ORIGINALLY planned it to be, between Hinata and Gaara. Granted, Hinata SEEMS a little OC in this but I am big on character development and in the end you'll see how it'll work out.
Anyhow, please review to let me know if I should continue, and if anyone wants to beta shoot me a message, happy reading.
Thud, thud, thud.
Hinata walked slowly down the bleak hallway of the high-security ward, her feet softly padding against the hard concrete flooring. She was on her way to see her final patient of the day, a vindictive, deranged redhead by the name of Subaku No Gaara. As she made her way down the deathly silent hallway, a chill slowly made its way up her spine.
It was too quiet.
She continued on, regardless of her subconscious suspicions, until she noticed a faint trail of blood. A drop here, a drop there, but it continued on down the windowless hallway. She followed the trail of blood, her mind racing over what the possible cause could be…until she spotted a large puddle of crimson beneath the doorway of Hidan, the Janshinist.
"Hidan…?" she called out, hesitantly. Hidan responded with a loud demented howl of pleasure, before walking over to the barred cell window.
His violet eyes swirled with madness as his lips quirked upwards into a sinister smile before he replied with a simple, soft, "Yes, Doctor?"
Hinata's heartbeat raced as she took in Hidan's appearance, his skin still retained his normal coloring and his breathing was quickened, not faint. From her observations she deduced that Hidan was, obviously, not the source of the blood. Which raised the question… who was? Knowing now that she did not have a suicide on her hands, but possibly a murder involving one of the top psychopaths at the asylum, she pressed the panic button on her walkie-talkie.
"Whose blood is this Hidan?" she asked, not missing a beat.
"Only the purest nurse around, Janshin would have it no other way. You see, he loves virgins… much like yourself" Hidan purred in his soft, velvety voice. "Why don't you come inside, and I can show you the ways of Janshin, the supreme God?" he spoke the deadly invitation gently.
"Hidan, I need to know what happen" said Hinata sternly, not breaking her eye contact with the Janshinist.
"Why don't you come in and find out? Or is the Doctor too scared of a little blood?" he barked, as he lifted his bloody finger into view. "Do you see this? This is the blood of my sacrifice to Janshin" he said then proceeded to lick the blood off his finger with his viper-like tongue. "Delicious" he said, licking every last drop.
It was then that the guards finally came running down the hallway, their boots making loud bangs against the floor. "What's the problem, Dr. Hyuuga?" asked Kiba Inuzuka, the chief guard of the asylum, before taking a better look of the scene around him. "Hell! What happen here!" he bellowed, taking a step back from where he'd almost walked into the puddle of blood.
"I'm not sure Kiba, but I need to have him removed from his cell and taken to one of the containment rooms immediately" Hinata replied, her body stiff with tension.
"You heard her boys, let's go. Shino, hit him with a tranquilizer as soon as you get a clear shot" said Kiba as he walked up to the doorway. He slowly stuck the key into the lock, and with a soft click the cell unlocked.
It was then that Hidan became part of the situation again, chiming in with a loud maniacal laugh that echoed off the hard stone walls. "You think you can stop me with your little man-made drugs?" he shouted. "You're going to have to try a lot harder than that to bring down a son of Janshin!" he roared and it was then, as Kiba was ever so slowly opening the door a crack, that Hidan grabbed ahold of the door and threw it open. The sudden movement caused Kiba to lose his footing in the puddle of blood and fall downward into it with a smack and a splatter of red. Hidan smiled wickedly as he jumped over the fallen guard and lunged across the hallway at the wide-eyed Hinata.
As his arms extended forward in front of him, he was pinched ever so gently in the collarbone. He looked down and noticed a dart full of tranquilizer in him. He growled viciously as he diverted his attention back to Hinata, grabbing her small fragile neck in his large muscular hands and lifting her off the floor. He took pride as her eyes became even larger, and her small hands came up in a futile attempt to pry his off. The chaos that erupted was full of screams of the guards and cackling from the nearby cell-mates, but Hidan and Hinata didn't hear a thing. Her eyes screamed in fear as his strong hands squeezed tighter around her throat. Pale eyes locked with violet, and Hinata's attempt to inhale created a weak gasp that made Hidan shiver in pleasure.
"Are you ready to become my next beautiful virgin sacrifice, Doctor?" Hidan asked, his eyes dancing in merriment.
"Hidan!" yelled the guard, Shino, before he stabbed a much larger, more powerful, tranquilizer directly into Hidan's veins.
"Fuck you! Janshin will not be please-" was all Hidan uttered before his grip loosened on Hinata, and his body fell over unconscious.
Hinata's fell back onto her own feet, and then let herself slowly slide down the wall. She heard nothing over her harsh breathing as she stared down at the silver hair man face down on the floor. With a small of her head to bring her out of her stupor, she looked up into the concerned eyes of Shino and Kiba. Shino held a hand out for her, which she gladly accepted and rose from the floor.
"Are you okay, Hinata?" asked Kiba as he helped to steady her swaying form. Her legs were still wobbly with the adrenaline rushing in and out of her body.
"I'll be fine, thank you Kiba, Shino" she said, looking them in the eyes and giving them faint smiles. "For now, let's get the patient off the floor and…" she was cut off by another one of the guards.
"Dr. Hinata! He has killed nurse Rin!" the guard exclaimed, obviously terrified. Hinata let out a harsh intake of breath, and then proceeded into the cell. What she saw almost made her vomit.
Nurse Rin's body parts were strewn across the floor, a leg here, an arm there, her detached breasts on his pillow. Blood seeped into his white-regulation sheets, on the wall, the floor, blood was everywhere, coating everything. As Hinata's eyes passed over to where Rin's head was the tears escaped, and a soft cry passed through her lips.
The guards rushed in to take her away. Once back in the hallway she could look at no one, instead she preferred to focus her eyes on the floor as she pondered how this of could have happened?
"Hinata, we'll get to the bottom of this. I promise you that. Personally though, I think you should take the day or maybe the next few off. You need rest after something this traumatizing on your second day" said Kiba, wrapping a comforting arm around her shoulder. Hinata looked up at him through her bangs, and took in the sorrowful pitying look in his eyes.
"Kiba, I have an obligation to all my patients. I must fulfill that obligation. I haven't even met my last patient yet" she said, her mind made up.
"Hinata, right now you need rest. Gaara's going to be one of your most difficult patients and his presence is the last thing you need right now" scolded Kiba, but he didn't stop her as she walked away.
Hinata continued her way down the hallway, her once white doctor's coat now stained red with blood. She just needed to meet with her last patient and then she would leave feeling that her job, at least for the day, was complete. As she approached room 323 she paused and recollected herself mentally. Her emotions were racing and that was no way to enter an encounter with a patient. As she meditated, she listened to a soft rustle that was coming from behind the door.
Breathing out, she decided it was now time to enter and get this over with. She knocked softly on the doorway and upon hearing no response from her patient, she entered. She met with a room that was exactly the same as everyone other patient in the isolation wing. No windows to the outside, a standard white-sheeted single bed, a functional toilet and sink, and for a lucky few a desk and chair. Gaara happened to be one of the lucky few to have that privilege. As she scanned over the room, she found the crimson headed man sitting at his desk, wearing the traditional grey top and some black sweat pants he must have acquired from somewhere else. He slowly turned around, and as his face came into view she noticed a feral look to him. He was eyebrow less, but it wasn't noticeable due to the heavy black which surrounded his startling cyan eyes. His face was contorted into an angry snarl, but upon seeing who exactly had stepped into his room his face smoothed over, leaving an intrigued smirk room to appear.
"Hello, Subaku No Gaara. My name is Hinata Hyuuga and I am your new doctor" said Hinata, her gaze not faltering from his captivating cyan orbs. Meanwhile, Gaara's eyes were not so focused on hers. Instead they traveled down her body. First, he took in her long tendrils of hair, which frame her hourglass figure, then they sloped down over her overgenerous breast and to the blood which stained her coat from the waist down.
"What's the blood from, Doc-tor?" he asked, his voice gravely and deep.
"That's none of your concern, Subaku" she stated, as she assessed him. He didn't seem like a threat, he seemed very different from the other patients she had dealt with today.
In a second Gaara had disappeared behind her, wrapping his right arm around her waist tightly, and his left around her shoulders. His left hand grabbed her jaw roughly, pointing it up to the ceiling as he whispered dangerously into her ear, "I prefer to be called Gaara".
"G-Gaara, release me this instant. Before I call security" she threatened, and felt his grip tighten, his nails digging into her waist and jaw.
"Now why would you do that, Doc-Tor? Aren't you enjoying the time we're spending together?" his voice carried an undertone of danger. Hinata pressed the panic button for the second time that day, hoping that the guards got to her quickly. Gaara was not stupid, and noticed the slight shift in her body as she pressed the button. His anger flared and he threw her against the doorway, her body hitting it with a thump. A groan escaped her lips as the pain of hitting a steel door set in, but before she could move Gaara was behind her pinning her to the doorway. "So the pretty little Doctor doesn't like spending her time with me, not that it's surprising, no one does" his lean body pressed up against her, radiating the heat which was absent in his cold, hard voice. "That's why I destroy them…" he whispered.
They were both thrown from the doorway as the guards broke into the cell. Hinata landed a few feet from Gaara on the floor and quickly scurried to her feet as Gaara remained on the floor. The guards, now assessing the situation, stared at him in confusion. Gaara laid there with an arm tucked behind his head and one resting on his stomach as he laughed. Not a loud laugh, just a soft, bitter chuckle. "Seems like my funs over early today. No matter. There's always tomorrow, right Doc-Tor?" he said, his eyes shifting off of the ceiling and over to the wine-haired Hinata.
"Till tomorrow, Gaara" she replied, exiting the room with the guards. Once outside the soundproof room she turned her attention to the guards. "Tomorrow I want him taken to one of the conference rooms in a strait jacket for his session" she instructed.
As she walked away she heard Kiba's voice traveling down the hallway, "I will be with Hinata all day tomorrow, there is no way I'm going to let another women die in this facility. I want the rest of you to keep up patrols and-". The further she walked away from the group, the quieter his voice became until she could no longer hear him. Needless to say, she was overjoyed at the idea of finally going home, and washing the dried blood off of her.