Please take the time to read below:
I stumbled across someone's profile, and while reading the pairings they liked, said "Hm, GaaraXHinata. Now how does that work?". I hurt my brain for over five hours, and couldn't come up with anything. Nearing the end of hour six, I thought up something that might make it work. Thus, this fic.
I am writing it more for the fact that it is a challenge to myself, where I will have to focus on characterization and various other things I need to improve on, while trying to still make a good, believable, fanfic. Criticism is more than welcome, and I will grin upon being flamed. I'm a sick, twisted child when it comes to that.
Also, I want everyone to understandthat because I am writing it does not mean I support the pairing. I respect the people that do, and am not saying that they aren't allowed to support it, but I cannot find any sense in it, and, being quirky as I am, I need things to make sense. I hope no one finds what I say offensive, and that everyone knows that while I do not support it, this does not mean I will not put my effort into writing to the best of my abilities.
Now, high-ho Silver, away! Let us ride into this glorious night of fictional youth! (Told you I'm weird XP)
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Snow in Summer
By Luvsdogz
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Hyuuga Hinata waited patiently for her fathers return; she'd nothing better to do. He'd told her that when he came back from where he was, they could hold a sparring session. Her mood soared at the thought, thinking that he could actually be starting to acknowledge her. Training, sparring, missions, or anything else she could do --which, pathetic as it sounded, even included grappling with Kiba from time to time-- had become a bigger part of her life than it should have been, even as a kunoichi. Twice she'd entered the chuunin exams, the first time a little over a year ago, and she'd failed each try. She was beginning to loose hope, not only that she would pass, but that someone would eventually be able to recognize her changing, strengthening.
Or maybe she wasn't getting stronger at all, she would think from time to time, which didn't help her confidence in the least.
She was smiling to herself, humming her own melody, when her father stepped through the door. Her inner record came to a halt, and her smile faltered as she saw the stern look on his face. "Change out of your training clothes, Hinata, then come back here."
She blinked, confused, but nodded. It wasn't as if he'd tell her why if she asked. Perhaps he would tell her after she changed back into her normal attire, she thought hopefully, still slightly upset that her father hadn't pulled through with their plans again.
As she wanted, he did explain, though she wasn't sure if she wanted to hear it anymore.
Apparently, the fifth Kazekage was in Konoha for one reason or another, and after a meeting he'd had with the Hokage and the village elders, which consisted mostly of the head of each ninja clan, Hiashi had stayed behind. He asked if the Kazekage could be troubled with speaking to Hinata.
The girl barely heard him over her own thoughts, though. She caught something about it being more important than training. Her and the leader of Sunakagure were nearly the same age, and Hinata could barely dream of gracing the amount of power he had, be it physical or influential. Something in the back of her mind pointed out that her father was picking on her, calling her weak, but that was drowned out by various other objections her thoughts were sending out to her.
T-the fifth Kazekage? But... isn't that...
She went to object, somehow argue with Hiashi, but found that he was already gone. She'd been so out of it, so afraid, that she didn't notice as he left, leaving her stranded in front of a door.She began to fidget, contemplating whether she should leave or knock. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe its not him.
That thought, she named One Of The Stupidest Things I've Thought All Week. It almost topped believing that Hanabi with water balloons was trustworthy, or thinking her father would recognize her.
Giving a small sigh, she raised a shaky hand to knock, but the door opened before she could knock more than once. Forcing back her gasp, she stared up at him, wondering what it was she did to deserve this.
"G-Gaara of the desert..."
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I really do enjoy Hinata's character. She's fun to write, as long as I'm able to grasp onto who she really is. I suppose I can also call Gaara a fun character, but more so for the challenge that he poses to write. Putting both Hinata and Gaara in the same room should be pretty interesting, actually, with how much they contradict each other.
Flame, criticize, or review please. I appreciate it.