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Gaara should really find new ways on how to wake up Hinata.

He really should.

Because if he keeps just sliding into bed with the unconscious girl, of course she's going to scream at the top of her lungs, run to the nearest wall and then begin to throw-lightweight-furniture-which-she-thinks-will-magically-knock-his-toned-sex-god-body-unconscious-but-they-don't-unfortunately.

Hinata clutched the lamp in her trembling hands tighter, "Why did you kidnap me?"

The red headed criminal sighed and scratched his red locks, "Look, we can talk about this matter later. Let's go eat breakfast."

Hinata widened her almost-white eyes at the obvious lunatic, "Do you really expect me to be calm about my own kidnapping?"

Yes.

Yes, he does.

"Yes."

I told you.

Hinata opened and closed her mouth repeatedly, like a fish out of water.

"Put down the lamp," he stretched out his hand for her take, "Let's calmly go to the kitchen. Take my hand."

Hinata sent him her strongest glare. Quite frankly, if you really knew Hinata, you would know glares aren't her specialty.

And right now, Gaara found her attempt at a glare the cutest thing he had ever seen.

Gaara swiftly turned around to hide a forming blush on his face and mumbled out a, "Or not.."

He stopped at the wide door frame, still not facing his stolen possession, "Would you go eat breakfast if I ensured a walking distance between us?"

After one too many moments of silence, Gaara turned around to face her.

His eyes were met with a fidgeting Hinata who was slightly biting her lip.

The sight just made him want to kiss her even more..

But he doesn't want to add to the trauma he had already given her over the last two days.

Gaara went to a drawer and pulled out a large, seemingly expensive bag and placed it on the king sized bed.

He put his hands up in defeat and slowly walked backwards up against a wall, opposite of his obsession.

"W-what's in the bag?"

Severed heads of all her ex-boyfriends who have all gone missing.

Kidding.

THAT bag was hidden deep in a forest on the outskirts of a town far, far away.

Once again, kidding.

The police force can't prove anything.

"Toiletry supplies, I bought you some clothes I thought you might like, and all your necessities are in there. The bathroom is the last room in the hall on the left," he quickly left and closed the door.

Hinata cautiously picked up the bag and walked to the door. She slowly opened it and looked left and right and left again.

She speed walked to the designated room, and quickly ran in the large bathroom. She locked it, slammed the door and slid down the white door. She clutched the bag close to her chest and began to wipe away the free falling tears.

Her loud sobbing was interrupted by three soft knocks on the door. She let out a small gasp and covered her mouth.

"Hinata, are you weeping?"

Weeping?!

What kind of sixteen year old uses words like that anyways-

Oh, she almost forgot.

He's a psychopath.

"N-no!"

"Let me in."

Oh, so he can slit her throat for being a crybaby?

Assumptions. Assumptions.

"I'm fine. Please leave me alone."

Of course she's fine.

She's stuck in a mansion with an obsessed sociopath whom although has never actually spoken to her before the kidnapping, claims he's in love with her with knowing teens who are on the psychopath's side.

Just fine.

"Hinata, would you like me to leave?"

She would like to leave.

"Y-yes."

"Very well then."

Hinata heard his footsteps fading away and let out a heavy sigh of relief. She opened the large bag to find shampoo, conditioner, body soap, a towel, expensive brand clothing, shoes, an electrical toothbrush, toothpaste and... a iPhone!

What kind of a kidnapper would buy her a phone?

Nonetheless, such an expensive one.

She quickly turned it on, to find it already activated and clicked on the calling app.

She quickly dialed the police, strangely enough they picked up on the third ring.

"He-"

She quickly cut who-she-thought-was-the-operator off, "Please help me! I don't know where I am, I've been kidnapped by this lunatic and I-I need help! This guy is crazy! I think he has other people held captive because they refuse to help me. My kidnapper is literally insane!"

Ouch.

A raspy voice was heard on the other line, "Finish and come down to the kitchen. Oh and p.s, your phone can only connect with mine."

Damn it.

He hung up on her in slight frustration.

Why did she think he was crazy?

Besides the fact that he kidnapped her, refuses to let her go, stalked her for years because of "simple" admiration, and got rid of all the competition (permanently), he has not done anything to give her a reason to classify him as 'insane'.

Where did she that ludicrous idea from?

Gosh.

Hinata gaped at the phone in her trembling hands.

He had rigged the phone so she wouldn't be able to call anyone but him.

She was right.

He is insane.

She sighed and put the sabotaged phone back inside the bag.

She did her business and then quickly got dressed. She put everything back into the bag and then slung the bag over her shoulder.

She opened the door, obviously out of it. Her body collided with a hard surface.

And by 'hard surface' I mean Gaara's toned chest.

The impact caused her body to go crashing down. Luckily Gaara's arm slid under her back just in time to prevent a heavy fall.

He stoically balanced her trembling body and took the heavy bag off her shoulder.

Gaara turned around and began to walk off, "Your breakfast is in the 's no use in attempting to escape, you might as well enjoy your stay because it's going to be a long one."

Hinata gulped.

She was screwed.