Heya guys, this is my new GaaHina fanfic. I don't know how long it will be, but I've always loved the GaaHina concept! Hope you enjoy and please review :)
The sun was high in the sky when Football practice began. Konoha high's football team practiced through the coldest winters and the most blistering summers- today was the same for Hinata, just today there was a new member to the team.
Coach Jiraiya was having the boys run laps, making them warm up and giving time to Hinata to set up their next drills when the new boy walked in.
"Ah, Sabaku Gaara! Welcome m'boy!" Jiraiya cheered, slapping the large teenager on the back. Hinata looked up from the cones, meeting the emerald eyes of the new Offensive Tackle. He was large- extremely tall and broader than most the boys on the team. But Hinata just went back to preparing the obstacle course.
Gaara flicked his eyes away from the pale eyed girl after a moment longer, curiosity lingering in his mind. The silver haired man clapped a hand on Gaara's back, completely invading his comfort zone, and gestured to the legion of sweaty boys running in the heat.
"These are the Konoha Tails, top of Japan in their football skills. The blonde one at the front is the quarterback, Uzumaki Naruto- he's pretty fast and the only one you'll really need to watch out for. The dark haired one behind him is Uchiha Sasuke, the running back. Both of those boys have an intense rivalry, so you might end up in the middle of more than a few mid game spats"
Gaara shrugged, used to the bickering nature of people. His siblings had equipped him for that. The coach, Jiraiya, smiled largely at the redhead, jerking his head toward the field. "Welcome to Konoha High. If you need anything, go to the girl over there- she's the manager. But other than that, get your ass on the field and run the last lap with them!"
He was too energetic was the first thing Sabaku Gaara thought of the blonde. He was tall, lean and had the wicked laugh of someone who talked too much. Sasuke Uchiha however was the blonde's best friend, and was a stark contrast. Cold, impassive and strategy oriented, Gaara could see why the pair were put together on the field.
And since he was Japan's most sought after Offensive Linebacker, it only fit that he come to Konoha High too. They ran for almost the whole practice, Jiraiya saying they needed to man up and learn to cope in the 'sweltering' heat.
The heat was normal for Gaara. Being from a desert did that to a person. He looked back up to the girl when he came to a stop, running his eyes appreciatively down her frame. She stood to the side, in the shadow of Jiraiya and took down their lap times- never actually looking at the person who ran past when she recorded.
What was her name? The girl was small and made of slopes- not lines. No matter how much she hid them in her large lavender and grey hoody, he could tell she was curvy. The kind of curves that really made a man appreciate a woman. Gaara stopped next to her when the running was finished, ignoring the calls of Naruto to come over. The girl finally looked up, pale eyes locked on his before she spoke.
"You need to go over to them"
Gaara didn't think she could get any better, but by the warmth and breathiness of her voice, she sure did. He nodded brusquely, walking back to the team, avoiding hands that seemed to want to touch him all the time, and wiping the sweat that had pooled above his brow.
"Why you talking to the Hyuuga?" The blonde said, raising an eyebrow. Gaara said nothing. "You know it's basically social suicide if you do right?" Another said, not even trying to make his voice quieter so the girl didn't hear him.
Gaara folded his arms, waiting in line for his turn on the obstacle course. "Why?"
Sasuke scoffed, a rare show of emotion, and splayed his palms in front of himself. You haven't heard anything about her?"
Gaara shook his head, curiosity peaking again. What did they mean? "I only came here this lunch period"
Sasuke smirked before turning to the front of the line. "You'll find out soon Sabaku"
And Gaara really wanted to know.
Period 5 was AP Calculus and Hinata wondered why, for the millionth time, she took calculus- AP calculus, as a subject. Hinata didn't even like the subject. But, it was something she was good at, so why drop it?
She shook her head, walking into the classroom and ignoring the looks she recieved from two of her main antagonists- the pink haired bitch Sakura, and the blonde bimbo Ino. And then she wondered why God was so cruel as to have pretty people be extremely nasty.
Was that one of those normal things in life? Did other people deal with emotionally hurtful girls on the daily? Judging by her best friend TenTen, not all girls were mean.
"Try to kill yourself again today, attention seeking whore?" Sakura called, voice sickly sweet and filled with much more insults. Hinata frowned but continued walking to the back of the class, sitting next to the already sleeping son of the Nara clan. Ino turned in her seat, brushing her pale hair out of her electric eyes and sneered.
"Be careful, you won't want to give Shika-chan depression!"
And as always, the class laughed. Hinata sighed, knowing her face was a calm mask of indifference. The words did hurt, but a lot of other things did too. And Hinata was glad that those other things weren't there to hurt her. Yet.
Then the talking in the class stopped, all awe inspired gazes and drool leaking from mouths. Sabaku Gaara had walked in. Sakura and Ino immediately leaned forward, breasts straining against the too tight material of their cheerleading suits.
Well, the microbe breasts they had to push. Hinata just looked back outside the window, knowing if she looked too long the insults would come flying back. She had to admit, the boy was handsome. A rugged, tan face with natural, wind swept crimson hair and the most intense viridian eyes- Hinata almost drooled too.
But being the 'Quiet Queen' of the school meant that I wasn't allowed to talk. The nickname was not something friendly- it wasn't like she had things to say to people who were shallower than a puddle anyway.
A whiff of musk, heat and leather hit Hinata's nose, and she snapped her head up. Gaara stood before her, gesturing to the empty seat in front of her. "Seat free?"
Hinata paused a moment before nodding slowly. Gaara's eyes appraised her again before sitting down, broad back stretching the white shirt he wore.
Hinata didn't mind the view that much now.
Kakashi- sensei taught a lot of subjects at the school, and right now he was subjecting this math class to pure horror. Competition calculus in front of the class. Hinata was fine with calculus, but she knew as soon as she stood up, the whispering would start. Couldn't people just say things to her face like Ino and Sakura did?
"Gaara. Hinata. Solve this" Kakashi called, writing up a new equation on two sides of the blackboard. She sighed, flipped her waist length hair behind her shoulders and walked to the board, Gaara hot behind her.
She looked over the equation, shrugged and then began the solving process. Easy components; integration, graphing then differentiation to get the gradient function. But Gaara didn't seem to be having the same ease.
He just stood there, brows creased and eyes a glaze of confusion. Hinata brought her chalk down hard on the board, shocking the redhead who then looked at her questioningly. Well, looked down to her, since he was well over 6 foot.
"Watch and write" She murmured lowly, slowly writing the equation below her own, low enough for the class not to see but he could. Gaara raised a brow before nodding almost imperceptibly, eyes following what she wrote.
Hinata worked like this, finishing the equation quickly then writing her own up the top- knowing Gaara would finish before her. He stopped and stared when he had finished, chalk breaking in his large hands. "Turn around and say you're finished." Her voice was firm and Gaara did as he was told, turning then nodding to the teacher.
"I bet Hinata copied Gaara, she hasn't got much in that airhead of hers" Someone snickered and Hinata finished the equation, turning back around and walking to her seat. She could feel Kakashi-sensei's eyes on her, and knew he knew what she had done.
But Gaara, his eyes were too intense and analytical. It seemed like he was unraveling her every time his gaze ran over her, and Hinata didn't want to be unraveled. It had taken too long to pull herself together.
TenTen sat with Hinata, munching happily on her bento box before resuming her speech. "Have you heard from Kiba lately? He hasn't written for the past two weeks" Hinata shook her head, heart feeling a tinge of sadness for her other best friend. "I think he got in trouble again, you know Kiba. But, he gets out of juvie in another month, so it won't matter too much"
TenTen grinned, pulling a leg up under her chin as she ate. "That mutt, he better be an angel when he gets out, or i will castrate him if he gets into trouble again"
Hinata laughed, half believing her martial arts obsessed friend. TenTen and Hinata had been friends since they were children, two opposites who took a liking to each other immediately.
"Look, the dykes are together again" Sakura said, loud enough for Hinata and TenTen to hear. They both stiffened but carried on talking, ignoring the pink haired ironing board. "They're probably swapping lesbian suicide attempts" ino called, making TenTen turn to the blonde haired girl on a table near theirs. Their cafeteria was very full, and wasn't separated into the 'stereotypical' groups books and movies dreamed of. Well, there was one group that stayed together.
The Jock and cheerleader table. TenTen stood, throwing her apple on the ground near Ino. "You will shut your fucking mouth, you bottle blonde bitch" TenTen growled, dark eyes alight with aggression. Hinata sighed, placing a placating hand on the fiery girl.
"Oh look, how touching, Hinata's trying to communicate some lesbian depression message to her lover, you wanna go and cut yourself?"
Hinata turned to Sakura despite TenTen telling her not to, eyes blank and cold. Were the insults ever going to change? Although someone who chose to dye her hair pink obviously had too much bleach for their braincells.
"Haruno, shut your fucking mouth" A low voice rasped, a rumble of anger and intolerance. The girls all snapped their gazes to the new red head on the scene, shock evident on the Haruno's face. Gaara stood up rigidly, glaring at the rest of the football team who were too scared to say anything to him.
"Gaara, where are you going?" Naruto asked, surprised and angry at the way he spoke to the girl he liked. But Gaara glared fiercely at the blonde, almost growling at him. "You all have no dicks. And these cheerleaders you fraternize with? They have no brain, class or any sort of appeal" He then stood, hands slamming down on the table as he took his lunch and went to sit next to the barely awake Nara who was playing with his udon.
Shikamaru opened his eyes fully, nudging a chubby boy next to him with swirls on his full cheeks. They both stared at the new addition, then shrugged and went back to their meals, Gaara nodding in gratitude.
The Tails called for him most of lunch until their small minds realized that he wasn't going back anytime soon. There was only so much a person could take of not saying anything. And Gaara felt even more guilty thinking back to those times where the pale eyed girl had been mocked right in front of him.
Gaara didn't like people, and he took that far more seriously than most other attention seekers who said it but cried when they had no friends. No, Gaara really didn't like people. Once they found out he was rich, extremely wealthy beyond belief, the people who had shunned him then tried to accept him.
Gaara looked up, his eyes finding Hinata in the crowded cafeteria. She had her eyes on him, analytical, porcelain face firm and unblinking. She really was too pretty for her own good. Then her friend, the one with two buns on her head, said something that made her mask crack and her smile light up her face.
A voice beside him drew him out of his awe, the spiky haired boy sitting up slightly. "There we have it. You've joined the legions of men that have fallen for the Hyuuga." Shikamaru shook his head, knowing first hand what that felt like. He laid his head back on his forearms and yawned. "How troublesome"
Gaara didn't doubt Shikamaru one bit. All he wanted to do was know everything about her.