HA, I thought of a one-shot. Well not really, I be doing a epilogue for this in a next chapter and guess what this is a SONG-FIC. Please just read it, it's really good (well I think it is anyway but I want to hear what you think).

Oh and for the people who are reading A Life. A school. A relationship? I am working on it but I just have a huge writers block. So I am working hard on it but it I'll try super hard to start writing again if I get more reviews.

Also I like to write short song-fic because I think they're cute and Gaara is my favorite.

Whatever it takes

A white eyed girl with dark blue tresses curled herself into a ball. Trying to sleep away the pain she felt from reality. Her pillow soaked in endless tears as she did so all most every night in her life, but knowing that she would suck it up no matter what. She didn't want him to see the pain she was going through, so in the morning she would be the person he sees often everyday in high school. A mask he has always seen and she would never let him know the real thoughts and emotions that cross her mind and face.

She brought her drained body out of bed for school, slipping on the most comfortable and decent thing she found first. She left a few minutes late for school, her father shouted at her for not cleaning the dishes well last night. Saying she was a lousy, useless daughter for leaving too many water spots on the dishes last night. She took all of the verbal words her dad struck at her as if squeezing thrones in your hand. Then leaving with a 'sorry father I won't let it happen again' then wishing him a good day with a small sadden smile on her face.

Through half of the school day she noticed him missing, since she was late she didn't notice at first. She would have been with him or seen him around with his gothic friends by now. By this she was worried and searched the school. She knew he got annoyed when she did stuff like this and ruined whatever he was doing: ditching, drinking with buddies, pot, beating up someone, making out. Sometimes he see her and others he didn't know she caught him. The times she caught him brought new pain to her heart each time.

She cared and loved him after the couple years of knowing him and started to be his real friend for couple years after getting to know him. He was her best friend and she his. He protected her, stood up for her, let her get through the barrier he had for himself, expose the other person he can be to her. He was oblivious at how he acted around her and with others. He never wanted to see himself, he hated himself, his life, and still he is wondering why he was there.

She grew frantic when she checked already every part of the school. She knew she just had to find him wherever he was even if she would suffer damage later. She ditched school during passing period looking at all the places he could be at, but did not find him. She decided to check out his apartment to see if he was there.

She walked slowly up the stairs and hesitated at the door fearing if he wasn't there she would get more worried or if he was home then have him upset for her to ditching school and be looking for him. She took a deep breath and knocked three times. No one answered so she knocked again a little louder. Still nothing. She knew it was wrong if it happened to be open but she wanted to see. She put her hand on the door handle twisting it and it open.

It was unlocked and she knew that was never like him to leave it open. She was extremely curious and nervous at once, she saw the living room empty. She walked into his apartment, hearing loud music rumbling inside the bathroom finding its way out from underneath the closed door.

She walked ever so quietly to the door and laid down on the floor to peek underneath the door. She saw his feet standing on the tiled ground with black cloth around his ankles, knowing that he was not taking a shower and had on black sweats.

Then her eyes widen a fraction when a liquid substance dripped on to the tile. She stood immediately and opened the door which was thankfully unlocked.

"Gaara!!"

There she saw him with a razor blade in his hand, his other arm swirling with blood running down, a bloody sharp knife laid on the counter near the sink. Gaara had medium cuts on his arm and a deep cut on his shoulder but not too deep for stitches.

"Get the hell out here," Gaara said in a stern voice watching as the blood dropped to the ground.

"Gaara, w-what are you d-doing?" She asked in a shaky voice stepping closer to him to help.

"Just leave me the hell alone, Hinata," he said with a harsh voice.

"No l-let me h-help you," Hinata stuttered as she try to take his wound arm.

He turned his body to face her so she couldn't reach for the arm. White eyes met with bluish-green eyes. "I don't need help from anyone. This is not your problem Hinata!" Gaara said raising his voice throwing anger into it.

"Yes it is. It is my problem if my friend life is in danger" Hinata cried out trying to hold her ground.

Gaara's mind calculated on friend for a while thinking of the time he met her then playing it fast forward till this very minute in time. He snapped out of thought as a delicate warm hand went around his own trying to pill the razor away. His instinct took over him forgetting who the person was.

His fist tightened around the razor immediately, accidently turned it on. He moved his hand so fast out of the other hand and push Hinata away. She landed on her butt on the floor with her legs sideways to the right side. Her left arm supporting her weight as her right covered the little pain she felt on her arm. Her hand began to feel wet, she looked at her arm to see her long sleeve shirt torn and blood coming out of the cut from the razor.

She couldn't believe it. Gaara hurt her, well, she was use to being pushed by him or being punched by him because he was so angry, but never had he made a physical wound on her body. Gaara saw the blood spill out through the wound he was literarily frozen with an emotionless face though you could see it in his eyes, he couldn't believe gave her a wound.

And when her eyes flash back to his, he was stunned as he saw all the emotions that flickered in her eyes. The mask she kept up for so long got a scratch just like her arm and you could see a piece of her real self. He felt strange. this feeling, the feeling of guilt was mixed with regret he knew too well. Why did he feel guilty? Why did his heart hurt when he saw her blood drip? And her eyes, why did he see something different in them than the whole two years he been near her?

He unfroze as his attention went on her as she spoke so quit and gentle. "Gaara please, I don't k-know why you are doing this a-and I know you won't tell me but whatever the reason, don't take it out on yourself. Please take it o-on a-anything that doesn't risk your life a-and if you have to take it out on me."

Gaara's head started spinning, she would rather him hurt her than himself, why? "Why?" He asked.

"Because we're friends and I care a lot more for you than myself or any other person in this world," Hinata said whole heartily.

Gaara thought about the whole friend word again thinking back to all the times he was with her slowly realizing that she had began to take off the barrier he put for himself to let her know the real him little by little. He was gazing into her eyes the whole time he thought, she was his friend, no his best friend and had felt a little something for her, he cared about her which was the first he ever cared for. Now looking down at her, he didn't think he just squatted down in front of her forgetting about his bloody arm.

"What am I to you Hinata? What do you see me as that I can't see?" Gaara grabbed her chin and pulled her closer to his face and said in a hard voice. "Don't you see me as a monster, or a demon like everyone told me that I was and myself." Gaara tighten his fist again around the razor.

Hinata calmly put her hand on his fist, ready if to feel the pain that might happen. "No, no you're not a monster and I see the side that the others misread and you misread it yourself. I see complex emotions you hold up and lock down because you never knew what they were. The tangled wars you have in your mind that your outer shell wins. I am the person who sees very little thing that's good about someone".

Gaara took in a sharp breath relisting it inside his mind of the words; his hand had relaxed a little with the hand above. He looked down at the dried blood at the tip of the razor. He looked back at her eyes to see too many emotions to count. "What am I to you Hinata that keeps you wanting to be my friend?" He asked slightly lower.

"You're the man I fell in love with when I got to know you," Hinata said just above a whisper as a strangled smile came upon her face at him.

Gaara was motionless in front of her. She looked at the floor avoiding his eyes knowing rejection was coming soon and him telling her he didn't want to see her anymore. Tears felt like they were coming into her eyes at the thought, the smile fell from her face waiting for him to say it. Gaara watched her even motionless watch her as he battle for words of what to say.

A strangled smile fell from your face

What kills me that I hurt you this way

The worst part is that I didn't even know

Now there's a million reasons for you to go

But if you can find a reason to stay

Gaara dropped the razor and took her chin slightly rough, with his hands. He smashed his lips on to hers, tasting her for the first time. Hinata was shocked when feeling his lips over hers when she thought he would hit her. Her eyes widen when she felt his mouth over hers and was hesitated as she stare at him throughout the kiss. His eyes were closed while he got rougher with the kiss trying to get a response from her. He was sorry that he never really noticed her pain. He was sorry she had to witness those things she caught him in. He was sorry she held on so long to her mask to keep their friendship and what was it all for? His presences, his trust, his love that suppose to be in his heart.

Could he find his heart just for her? Could he really have her after what he'd done? Would his outer self block all the feelings he did have for her? Yes, but she loves him. The only person that has ever said that to him and meant it, he could tell. He was trying to let her know that deep down he felt something for her more than a companion even with all the hate that lied in him.

Gaara got to impatient on waiting for her to response. It was driving him crazy, if she said she loved him why was she not responding to him? His hands pushed her face harder into his, Hinata let out a slight whimper of pain at this. Gaara didn't notice, he just wanted her to show him if she did love him.

His mouth moved more furiously, craving the love he needed. Then he felt dampness against his cheeks, he knew he wasn't crying. So he flitter his eyes open to see crystal tears running down her face, white met with color as they stared for two seconds at each other. Gaara broke the kiss, leaning away as he removed his hands.

Hinata sniffled and broke eye contact as her hand went across her face to wipe the tears away. "Please Gaara," Hinata started in a soft voice looking away, "don't toy with me because now you know I love you. To have you do something bad without knowing what it does to me is less painful than doing it and knowing the effect on me." Hinata broke into a sob, "I-I don't want to go through a-any more pain. I rather have the man I love b-beat me than play me for a fool to rip my heart later. I just don't want to be used," tears fell to the ground.

Gaara understood what was going through in her mind but when she mention she would rather have the man she love beat her it brought back guilt of the cut and soars he left her with some times.. She witness every relationship he had with a girl, he played with them for his amusement and since her mask has a crack in it she can't stand as much pain as she use to. She saw him never care or love a soul not even himself, until he discovered the feeling he had for her deep within him. What could he do to prove he loved her back? What would it take?

I'll do whatever it takes

To turn this around

I know what's at stake

I know that I've let you down

And if you give me a chance

Believe that I can change

I'll keep us together whatever it takes

He didn't have time to say anything or protest as he fought to get the words out of his mouth. Hinata lifted herself up from the floor slowly still not look at him. She grabbed his good arm when she was half way up. Gaara stood and looked at her when he felt the soft hands pull his arm; she led him out of the bathroom. He didn't want to push her away any more, so he followed willingly now wondering what was going across her mind.

Hinata led him to the living room and slightly nudged him to sit down on the couch without him able to see her face. Gaara fell onto the soft furniture as he watched her go out of sight. She came back with a bowl of water, a towel, bandages, and a alcohol bottle. It was really easy to see she knew where everything was in his apartment.

Hinata fell to her knees and took Gaara's bloody arm. She soaked the towel in the water and wiped as much blood as possible off of Gaara's arm. The water in the bowl began to turn light pink as she continued to put the towel in the water and take it out again to wipe more blood off. The alcohol didn't affect him when it was put on his wounds. He didn't flinch or hiss, he just watched as she fixed him up with much care as possible. How could she care for him this much? He didn't deserve this kind of care and love after everything he did. How could he ever deserve her?

While Hinata bandage his arm he broke the silences, "Hina please look at me." He begged to see her face saying it in the softest voice he could muster for her.

Hinata froze in her spot, Gaara never says please. He just demands what he wants never ask or worst plead. Also this is the first he ever used her nickname. This brought her to slowly lift her head up to meet his eyes and it made her heart skip a beat. She saw her Gaara have concern, caring, troubled eyes the emotions he never reveals onto his face. His face seemed to plead that it wanted to be heard, so she listen, waited for him.

"Hinata, I terrible sorry for the hurt I cause you. Would you give me the chance to start things right?"

"I-I don't think-" Hinata got cut off from Gaara voice that was breaking into a plea. He put his hand over her hand that was wrapping him. His gaze was so series and intense but gentle in a way.

"Please Hinata! I'll do anything to have you be with me. Just tell what I can do for this relationship. I'll do whatever it takes."

She looked at him warily then saw the determinism in his face and truth of his words leaked out on to her heart as she began to cry. Her head fell into his lap, leaning on the mid of his thigh. Gaara was not sure why she was cry about until he felt her hand slip out of his hand and put it on top of his. She squeezed it to let him know she did not reject him.

Gaara circled his arms around her small body and pulled her up on his lap. Her head against his shoulder, Hinata sniffled stopping the tears from falling.

Gaara was taking deep, heavy breaths, "Hinata what can I do to make this work between us?"

Hinata looked up from where she was focused on their hands intertwined to him. "W-well if we're g-going to make this work, I need you to let me inside even though it hurts. Don't hide the broken parts that I need to see," Hinata squeezed his hand for reassurances when he flinched. "I will help you with this little by little even if you want to take this journey alone and like it or not I will be here for you."

"I won't let you suffer the pain with dealing with me and my pasted," Gaara said firmly tighten his grip, he didn't want her to see how messed up he was inside. To see everything out of place for her to leave because he was so complicated inside.

"Gaara it doesn't matter if you inflect pain on me or not the point is I'll be here for you and won't ever leave. Like it or not it's the way it's going to be unless you move away in the middle of the night." Hinata sat up more and leaned in more to his face, staring straight into his eyes. They're faces were two inches apart, their breathes mixing into the air together. Her hand placed gently on the side of his face, feeling the smooth skin beneath her fingertips.

"Gaara last thing to know is that you gotta love yourself if you could ever love me," she said softly.

She said "If we're gonna make this work

You gotta let me inside even though it hurts

Don't hide the broken parts that I need to see"

She said "Like it or not it's the way it's gotta be

You gotta love yourself if you can ever love me"

Gaara closed the gap between them, his lips brushing against hers as he breathes into her parted lips. "I'll do the best that I can if you promise to not leave my side," he whispered.

New tears fell from her eyes. "Never will I leave you," Hinata confirmed the promise with joy and love filling her voice. She pulled away a little and look deep into is beautiful eyes for any hints of dishonesty. "Will you not play me for f-fool," she spoke clearly with seriousness in her eyes.

Gaara gave her a small genuine smile that knocked the breath out of her. "I won't ever use you in anyway, I promise," placing his hand on the back of her neck playing with her hair as he brought her to him.

I'll do whatever it takes

To turn this around

I know what's at stake

I know that I've let you down

And if you give me a chance

And give me a break

I'll keep us together

Their lips locked together, and unlike the first Hinata responded to him showing him the emotions she had for him. Gaara was her first kisser so she didn't know how to move her lips, and Gaara being a all time regular notice her inexperience but just focus on the feel of her lips against his. He noted the softness and gentleness of her kisses as they were filled with passion of love. He could feel the seriousness of the feelings she had for him.

Hinata growing red in the face at her kissing skills, it was embarrassing for her. Gaara was an excellent kisser the way his lips moved, the feeling of his lips were smooth, and hard as he kissed her sincerely. She grew braver putting her hands around his neck and sliding her fingers in his soft, choppy, red hair bring herself a little closer to him.

Gaara in response moved one of his hands down her back, to her side, to her hip and stopped at her knee. Hinata shivered as his hand went back and forth from her thigh to her middle of her side. Gaara was drawing Hinata deeper into the kiss.

Hinata broke the kiss to catch her breath, panting. Gaara moved his lips to the hollow of her throat and started to suck on her tender skin. Hinata squeak in surprise and back away from him as she put one hand on the side of her neck he sucked on. Gaara chuckled at her and pulled her closer to him in a embrace. Her head leaning on his chest, his arms wrapped around her, she was still on his lap.

"You're so innocent Hina," Gaara said amused letting out another low chuckled that rumbled from his chest.

Hinata's cheeks burned as she looked down. "You're my first," she stated quietly but he caught it.

It shock him for a second but it made sense she only like him for four years now and also he never seen her going out with anyone. He was truly her first, her first kisser, first boyfriend, and first everything. He leaned down and kissed her forehead and gave a small smile. "And I'm happy to be," he said.

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Well there you have it a short cute one-shot. Tell me what you think please!! REVIEW. REVIEW. REVIEW PLEASE!!

Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto or the lyrics to 'Whatever it takes' by Lifehouse.