Hi. This is my very first story, so I hope you like it and if you would reviewing would be appreciated. Oh, and I revamped it a little from the original. Lot of problems.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Hinata sat alone under a quiet willow tree. She had left the main branch house early. Her mind was racing. It seemed that no matter how hard she worked she would always be weak. She was a disappointment to them all, especially her father. She let herself become consumed in her thoughts, not sensing as another presence watched her from the tree tops.

Gaara looked on. He had been stranded in the land of the leaves, while the Kazekage, his father, once again talked of peace. Unable to sleep he wandered the village looking on at the blissfully ignorant villagers. On his way back to the room he was sharing with is brother and sister, she had caught his eye. Intrigued by the prospect of once again being allowed to feel alive, to do what he was created to do, he had followed her intending to take her life. Now as he looked on he felt something new. As he watched the small timid creature before him unknowingly biting her bottom lip, he felt something in him. Something that was strong enough to frighten even him.

Hinata was back in the village enjoying the company of her friends Sakura, Ino, and Tenten. She partially listened to them, just glad to be away from training.

"Hinata. Hello, Hinata!"

Hinata blinked twice at hearing her name. She blushed slightly realizing that she had been in a whole different world.

"I.I..I'm sorry Sakura, I guess I…I was a little distracted."

She looked down at her fidgeting fingers. Ino saw this and chimed in, playfully rebuking her friend.

"I swear Hinata, if the village was on fire you wouldn't notice."

Sakura hit Ino glaring at her.

"Shut-up! Ino Pig!"

She softened her look as she turned to Hinata.

"Are you okay? You have been a little more spacey then usual."

Hinata smiled slightly still not looking up. She was glad to have friends who cared.

"I'm fine, really. I guess I'm just thinking about my training."

Her friends went back to there conversation, and Hinata tried her best to listen in.

Gaara sat on a roof top, watching as the four girls giggled and chatted. He felt nothing but disgust for the other three girls. They were nothing, but weak, loud mouthed idiots he could easily kill. Hinata, however, was something different. He had been unable to stop himself from observing her after seeing her that day on the hill. Something he couldn't explain drew him to her. It made him wish to seek her out on his sleepless nights. Even now he felt a need to be closer to her, to have her alone, but it wasn't meant to be. Not now, not while those chattering insects were still around. He would have to wait. Wait for his chance to confront her with this longing, and ultimately rid himself of it.