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Stockholm Syndrome - (noun) stock•holm syn•drome; feelings of trust or affection felt in certain cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim toward a captor
Her pillow wasn't this warm.
Nor did it move up and down.
And it didn't breathe.
Hinata snapped her eyes open as she felt a muscular, bare chest underneath her. She quickly sat up in trembling fear for the red headed stranger.
"Who are you?!"
A rough hand was brought to his left eye as he rubbed his sleepiness away. Realization quickly slapped him in the face as he jumped up from the king sized bed.
He looked like a deer in headlights as he waved his arms in the air in denial, "I didn't have sex with your body!"
Hinata's eyes widened as she started to slowly back away from the tattooed boy.
"You had sex with me?! Oh my god. Who are you?!"
Gaara shook his head viciously, "No! No! I said I didn't have sex with you!"
"Then why are you shirtless?"
"Shirts just bring me down, but please, calm down, I can explain."
No, he can't.
"Then explain!
"..."
Cricket. Cricket.
"Okay, so I can't explain but please, calm down. I won't hurt you."
Hinata kept backing away until she felt her back hit the black wall.
Gaara just calmly kept inching himself closer to her. He stopped at a white drawer and pulled out a shirt. He slipped on the black v-neck and then started to walk towards Hinata again.
"Look, I put on a shirt. I-"
"Who are you? Wha- What am I wearing?"
"My name is Gaara. Those pajamas were lent by my sister, Temari."
"What am I doing here? How'd I get here? I don't even know you."
Gaara scratched his head as he stopped walking towards her, figuring it would only scare her more.
"I took you-"
Great way to start the sentence, Gaara.
Sarcasm intended by the way.
"You took me?...You kidnapped me?! Oh my god..", said Hinata as tears brimmed her eyes.
"Well... Yes, but let me reword that so I don't seem like a-"
"Kidnapper!"
Well, that is what he is.
"Yes, that.", he casually said as if it was the most routinely, normal thing on the planet.
"Somebody help me! Help!", screamed Hinata as she looked straight at the brown door.
Hinata looked at Gaara, the door, Gaaara, the door then back at the psychopath.
She took a big intake of breath as tears streamed down her face.
"No, no, no. Please don't cry. I hate to see you cry."
He began to walk towards her. To comfort her.
But Hinata had the completely wrong idea as she saw him outstretch his arms.
He wanted to hug her.
But she thought he was aiming to strangle her.
She quickly screamed out a fierce 'No!' and leapt unto the bed towards the door. Gaara calmly turned towards the door with one hand outstretched.
She was too young to die.
"Maybe she doesn't like hugs."
He walked over to his wall and put his forehead against it, slightly hitting it repeatedly.
So much for first impressions.
Hinata ran out of the large room, looking back to see if the red head was chasing her. Luckily, he wasn't.
She kept running but she didn't even know where she was running to. She had turned about seven times already and had entered different halls.
"Help! Is anybody there? Can anybody help me?! Please. Anybody call the police! Help!"
Hinata's body slammed into another body.
Ah.
Curse Newton's third law of motion.
The impact caused her to fall back on the smooth wood. She groaned as her back took most of the fall. She had her eyes shut, hoping it wasn't the maniac who she had met with before she opened her eyes.
She opened her almost white eyes to find a smiling, blonde girl holding out her hand towards her.
"Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was goi-"
Hinata quickly got to her feet with the help of the unnamed girl and clung to her.
"Thank goodness you found me! Th-this psychopathic maniac kidnapped me and he was shirtless and I need your help. We have to call the police!"
Temari looked at the girl in pure confusion.
Psychopathic mani-
Oh.
Her brother is a psychopathic maniac.
That's right.
Yes, he was a psychopath. But a psychopath in love.
Which was way worse.
Temari pat the pitied girl's head, "Come on. Follow me. You must be starving."
"No, I'm alright. We should focus on calling for help."
A low grumble from her stomach betrayed Hinata. Temari laughed and led her through the halls.
"Sounds like you're hungry."
She led the paranoid bluenette to a large kitchen and opened a large refrigerator.
"Take whatever you'd like. And as much ever you'd like. You've been unconscious for two days."
Hinata nervously looked inside of the refrigerator.
"How...How come this is full of all my favorite foods?"
Temari scratched her neck.
How was she supposed to say 'My little brother is so crazy for you, he knows every aspect of your life. Enjoy the cinnamon buns' without her thinking she was just as crazy as her brother?
"Um, coincidence."
Not.
Hinata gulped and closed the suspicious refrigerator.
"I just lost my appetite."
"But you haven't eaten in-"
Temari's voice was cut off an obnoxious yawn.
"Good morning! Oh, you're finally up. I'm Naruto.", said a blonde haired boy in orange pajamas.
"Naruto, please tell her to eat. She doesn't want anything that's in the fridge."
"Huh? But I thought Gaara got Shino to stalk her when she went food sh-"
Temari slapped Naruto's head as she glared at him. Temari and Naruto began whispering in front of the bluenette.
"Naruto, be careful what you say! She already thinks he kidnapped her."
"But he did."
"But she doesn't know that."
"But.. She does."
"But just shut up before I slit your throat."
That escalated quickly.
Hinata would've been able to hear what they said if she wasn't so caught up in how handsome this 'Naruto' boy was. Her heartbeat began to skip a beat every now and then.
"Anyways, come on. I know just what you need.", said the blonde as he took out ramen ingredients.
"Do I smell ramen?", a chubby kid came in with markings on his face along with several other people.
"Oh, man, Temari's in the is troublesome."
"Somebody woke me up! How the hell am I supposed to recover the beauty sleep that was lost? Ugh, this is the worst day of my life."
"Stop being a drama queen. Someone woke me and Akamaru up. Who the hell was screaming this morning?"
Oh, that was Hinata running for her life.
No big deal.
"Shut up! Everybody just shut up and introduce themselves to Hinata."
"I'm Choji.", said the chubby boy as he poked his head into Naruto's pot of boiling ramen.
Naruto slapped Choji's hand away from his food, "Naruto!"
A pineapple headed boy lazily scratched his neck, "Shikamaru."
The boy with the red tattoos on his face spoke up, "I'm Kiba. Drama queen over here is Ino."
"H-hi. It's nice to meet you all... By any chance, do you any of you have a cellphone with service on you?"
Everyone nodded and Hinata let out a long awaited sigh of relief.
"Can I please use one?"
"For what?"
"To call the police on my kidnapper."
The room broke out in laughs and someone even laughed so hard, they gave Hinata a pat on the back.
"That was a good one, Hinata."
Come on, he's harmless.
"What's so funny?"
Oh, nothing.
Just that there was nobody who was going to help her.
Calling the police was futile since the Sabaku family was in charge of the police force.
Nobody in the house would defy Gaara's wishes.
That's crazy talk.
Remember back a few lines ago, when Gaara was labeled as 'harmless'?
Yeah, I lied.
He's a psychopathic maniac, what do you expect?
For example.) One time Hinata's ex-boyfriend called her a 'failure who would never amount to anything.' (Big mistake.)...
...right before he went missing.
Let's just say.. Well.. His body was never found again.
Hinata stared in confusion as everyone disregarded her question.
"I was kidnapped! I need to call for help. Why are-"
A raspy cough was heard behind Hinata, cutting her off from her sentence. Hinata cautiously turned around, already knowing who would be behind her.
Green met white.
"I've thought it over and I found a better way to rephrase my last sentence. I'm in love with you therefore I took you.", he said emphasizing on the word 'therefore'.
He said it as if it was his greatest achievement.
Stupid boy.
Hinata ran behind Temari much to Gaara's dismay and hurt, not that he showed it.
"That's him! That's the guy! He kidnapped me, and he just admitted it! Someone call the police."
"Nah."
"I think we're okay."
Hinata stared wide eyed at her new so called friends.
"But-"
"We all took a part in helping kidnapping you."
"Will you stay? Please?", asked the unnamed red head, almost as if was pleading.
Why was he asking her if she wanted to stay?
It's not like she had a choice.
Unless she wanted choice B to have her throat slit.
Kidding.
Gaara wouldn't do that. Well to others, yes. To his precious first love, no.
"Just calm down and we can explain everything," said the boy named Kiba.
There wasn't anything to be explained. She understood thoroughly what was going on.
They had taken her.
And they had no intentions of giving her back.
Hinata felt her head become lightweight and she already knew what was about to come.
And then, she did the thing she was best at.
Fainting.
Gaara sighed and walked over to Hinata. He picked her up bridal style, ready to bring her back to his bed.
Before he left the room, his sister gave him a soft pat on the back.
"You can try again later, Gaara."
Oh, trust me.
He will.
Even though Hinata currently hates her kidnapper, number one fanboy, the-creepy-yet-hot-guy-who-woke-up-under-her, who would've guessed her repugnance would soon turn into love?
Who would've thought she would soon develop a severe case of Stockholm syndrome?
Not me, and most definitely not her.