This one sort of drabble-y. I was writing random GaaHina oneshots, but decided to make them all into one. –Grins- And the ending…oh the ending was just pure randomness. Seriously. –Sweatdrops-
Gaara: …Moron.
Hikair: You love my story? –Goes teary-eyed and dramatic- THANK-YOU! –Bawls- XDD And yes, Gaara-kun's so cute! –Pulls on his cheek; squeaks when sand comes towards her-
Gust-rider: XD Thanks! Haunted houses freak me out…and to make things worse, I went to one AFTER I wrote the chapter! DX –Shudders- I wanted my own Gaara-kun! XD!
Troubled Spirit of Hell: YES. Fluff does rock! Thanks!
XXxEMO13xXx: Awww, thank-you! I will!
Slim Shady: Thanks! I'm glad you liked it. And don't worry: there's gonna be a lot more for sure! XD
Purple1: XD Sweet! A fellow Canadian! And the haunted house was FREAKY, dude! I love the rides, though. –Grins- Thanks for your review!
Navi: Really? XDD That WOULD be funny…a little freaky, but funny. O.o; Thanks!
V.I.V.I.: I WANT A COOKIE. –Cries- XDD Yeah, you somehow always get me into liking the weird couples…and here's your chapter already! Yeesh!
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Don't own. Go away already! -Goes into a corner and sulks dramatically-
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02
Who Would've Thought…
"…That a Little Comfort Could Go a Long Way?"
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It hurt.
Biting back a sniffle, Hinata Hyuuga sits down on the curb, careful not to loose her balance with her roller blades and fall backwards. She looks down at her knee and frowns at seeing the large gash there, oozing out blood, before looking up at her red-haired friend who's stepped off his skateboard and is staring at her with rather worried eyes.
"I-I fell, G-Gaara-kun," she mumbles, tears streaming down her face and little sobs threatening to burst from her mouth. "I-It's bleeding p-pretty bad, isn't i-it…?"
Her voice trembles and Gaara frowns slightly, bending down in front of her and looking at the injury; it looks pretty bad, he must admit, but in a vain attempt to cheer up his younger friend says, "It's fine. You just cut yourself on something—probably a rock or something."
Sadly, however, it does nothing to comfort the violet-haired girl (hm. Go figure).
"N-Neji-nii-san was r-right," Hinata whispers, wiping her eyes while letting out a few soft sobs. "I…I should've l-learned how to r-ride the skates f-first! H-He'll b-be furious when h-he sees this…!"
The red-haired boy's frown deepens at the thought of his little friend's cousin (not one of his favorite people, that was for sure) and he puts his skateboard down beside her, turning around and bending down low enough for her to climb onto his back.
"Forget Neji," he mutters in a gruff voice. "Right now you need a band-aid. Get on—Temari will know what to do."
Her little sobs cease for a split moment as she stares at his back, confused and curious. "G-Gaara-kun…?"
He avoids her eyes and—is that a streak of red on his face?—repeats in a gentler tone, "Get on. I'll give you a piggyback to my house. The last thing I need is you making that worse."
She blinks, still puzzled for a moment, but smiles and gathers up his skateboard in her arms, crawling onto his back hesitantly. He grabs her legs gently and stands up, wobbling a little, and she asks worriedly, "A-Am I too h-heavy?" once they're steady, holding his skateboard with one arm and his neck with the other.
"You're fine," he grunts, jumping to make her get a little higher on his back, "but don't choke me."
So, with a smile on her tear-stained face, she smiles and allows herself to be carried by him.
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It stung.
Wincing a little, Gaara tries to sit up, ignoring the pain that shoots up his legs. He can hear the crowd whispering and soon spots the referee and his coach standing over him, slowly helping him into a sitting position. There are voices—so many voices—around him and for a split moment he's dizzy, not even knowing which way is up or who's face is who. Then…
"G-Gaara-kun!"
…she's there, right at his side, taking his arm and lifting it over her neck. He shifts, opening his eyes a little and murmuring out groggily—"…Hinata…?"—but she shushes him gently and helps him to his feet.
"C-Come on, G-Gaara-kun…w-we need to g-get you to the infirmary…" she's whispering and he barely hears her; it feels odd to be standing up again and that odd stinging sensation is still in his legs—especially his right one—and it takes a lot to walk, each step wobbly and hesitant.
But she doesn't mind their slow pace and continues to support him, helping him towards the stretcher with the awaiting teachers. "D-Don't worry, Gaara-kun, I-I won't l-leave you…" she's saying, and he feels an odd sense of comfort fluttering inside him at having her so close despite his sudden weariness. She must notice this weariness, though, for she tightens her grip and adds, "I-I'll c-carry you there if I h-have to, Gaara-kun…t-trust me!"
So, while breathing in her lovely scent of lilacs, he closes his eyes and allows himself to be helped by her.
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It throbbed.
She sits on the steps in front of her school, arms folded around her body protectively, and stares at the ground with lidded eyes. Something inside her, over the left side of her chest, keeps throbbing painfully and she finds that she surely doesn't like it…
Seriously…you have freaky eyes, weirdo! Who the hell has white eyes?
…at all.
"I…I wonder where G-Gaara-kun is," she murmurs to herself thoughtfully in a feeble attempt to get her mind off the day's previous occurrences. She looks up and watches the different people and cars pass by, adding, "H-He's n-never this late…"
But she knows she'll wait for him no matter how long so she sighs and shifts around to get comfortable, ignoring the small beep her watch gives to tell her it's 4:30pm (she doesn't want to know it's getting late, thank you very much).
Though she can't help but feel a twinge of worry when all of her friends, finished with their after-school clubs, rush out of the school and wave after her.
"See you tomorrow, Hinata."
"Yeah, see ya, Hina-chan! I'd say longer, but me 'n Akamaru have to go the vet…ugh! Oh, wait up bug-boy!"
"Bye Hinata-chan! Don't forget to start on that super long essay we got for English, okay? I'll call you to check up on you!"
"SAKURA-CHAN WAIT FOR—oh, hey Hinata-chan! Sorry, but I gotta—GAH! WAIT! SAKURA-CHAN, DON'T GO ON THE BUS WITHOUT MEEEE!"
And soon she finds herself alone once more with only a few passing cars for her company.
Where's Gaara-kun…? She wonders, biting her lip; they had made a deal to go the library together after school to work on their homework, but that had been hours ago. Did he somehow forget about it? Or maybe he…
The school doors fly open with a slam, startling her, and a few boys run out, crying out profanities and looking downright frightened. She stares at them as they run past her, sporting ugly black and blue bruises on their faces, and recognizes from as the people who had made fun of her eyes before, confusing her to a step further.
"B-But why are t-they…?" she trails off, looking around at the door they had come through and gasps at the sight of the familiar red-haired boy standing there. "G-Gaara-kun!"
She gets up and rushes towards him, first out of relief then out of panic at seeing his bleeding, swollen lip and black eye. "Gaara-kun! W-What…w-what happened?!" she asks, grasping his arm tightly and staring at his wounds with wide eyes.
He looks at her and gently pries her grip off his arm, shaking his head dismissively. But with a single pleading look from the girl in front of him, he sighs and quips bluntly, "I got into a fight."
She frowns and dabs at his lip gently with a handkerchief, wiping away the blood gingerly. "B-But you never f-fight with another boy…w-why did you—"
"They bullied you," he answers in a soft voice, shooting her an unreadable look. "I just paid them back for that."
The throbbing in her chest grows a little, but this time for an entirely new reason and she turns red, stuttering, "G-Gaara-kun…"
He shakes his head again and places a hand on his temple, frowning a little. "Is the office open?" he asks, rubbing his forehead tenderly and closing his eyes. "Ice would be…appropriate right now."
"O-Oh!" Smooth, Hinata, smooth. "R-Right…y-yes, it's open. C-Come on, l-let's go…can you walk o-okay?"
She knows he hates it when people fuss over him and pester him with such questions, but looks questioningly at him anyway. He, in return, opens one eye and looks at her, surprising her with the playful glint that lingers there.
"No," he replies casually, "I don't think I can. What, are you going to help me walk now?"
The blush on her face darkens and she nods, shifting on her own two feet nervously. "B-Back at your b-basketball game, I-I supported y-you while w-we w-went to the infirmary, s-so I guess I-I could d-do the same now if you really wa—"
She squeaks as he flings his arm around her neck, pulling her close to him, and blinks when he leans on her. His cologne and proximity makes her feel slightly dizzy, but she shakes it off and 'helps' him walk nonetheless, pretending to not notice the small smirk on his face.
They wind up going to her house instead to finish off the homework due to Gaara's request (he didn't want her to have all the heat of the blame on her when she showed up past curfew).
Yet all through the homework he looks at her, smirking, and she stares down at her blank piece of paper, blushing furiously. Because of this it's obvious they don't get much work done and it's not until she reminds him the homework's due tomorrow that he takes pity upon her and goes back to work, holding the icepack to his head.
Neither of them, however, notice Neji standing outside Hinata's door, glaring at the two of them inside. He spots the blush on his cousin's face and the smirk on the boy's and instantly his 'protective-and-murderous-who-will-kill-any-boy-who-steps-within-1-metre-of-his-darling-little-innocent-cousin' side comes out with a vengeance.
This, however, is paused as Hanabi walks by and says rather loudly, "Father always says spying is bad, Neji."
Instantly Neji spots his cousin's curious eyes and the boy's annoyed ones look at the crack at the door, spotting him. He curses and leaps away, only to trip on one of Hanabi's dolls lying on the top of the stairs and falls backwards, landing on every step with a painful BAM.
Squealing, Hinata leaps off her bed and rushes to help her cousin. Gaara stays behind, rather irked that his best friend had left him, and huffs, looking down at his half-finished essay.
"Idiot," he mutters.
Neji, being helped back up the stairs by Hinata, hears the comment and glares daggers at him.
Hanabi's doll winded up hitting Gaara right in the forehead.
fin