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The sun beamed through the cracked window, waking Gaara from his light slumber. Groggily sitting up, he rubbed his eyes from the hazily sight. Getting up lazily he almost tripped over Shukaku as he stumbled into the kitcken.
Holding onto the kitchen bench, he sighed.
"Shukaku, here." He called for the dog, who, at this point, woken up and grumpily walked to his master.
Patting the dog on the head he looked through his cupboard fully stocked of canned food, choosing dog food he grabbed Shukaku's bowl, he put the food down and watched the dog scuff the food down hungrily.
Shaking his head, Gaara jumped over the kitchen counter, mindful of the boxes littering the floor, and squeezed himself through the gap of the door to the bathroom.
Stripping himself from his last remaining article of clothing, he turned the shower on full foce and watched the steam rise, wrapping around the room like a blanket. Jumping in, he loathed himself in the cheap soap he brought and clensed himself. The buring hot water sipping in his pores and turning his otherwise pale skin red and raw.
He loved it.
Nothing, other then fighting, of course, he enjoyed more then pain. Pain was all he ever felt, pain was all he ever wanted, and pain he was going to get.
Washing his hair, grease, mud and blood ran down his body and down the drain, which, he hadn't realised till now.
He never did.
He had a little fight before he left the dojo last night, Naruto, his best mate, had a little trouble with his 'friends' car and, being a good friend to him, decided to help him out. Of course Naruto maybe a friendly old bloke, he never really did make the best of decisions when making 'friends'. Hence why him and Naruto are friends, it's a friendship based on respect and quarrel.
So when Naruto's 'friend' turned up to get back his car Naruto had 'borrowed'. Gaara had to be the one to save his friends ass and help put an end to the disagreement and argument by his words of wisdom.
By beating the crap out of the guy.
Naruto was much grateful, though he never did agree with Gaara's method persay, he knew Gaara long enough to know how he delt with things, whether it was arugementally or not, his way was fighting and no one was going to come between the two.
Sighing once again, he finished washing his hair and self, he turned off the shower and grabbed the towel that hung on the shower wall. Drying himself, he kicked his boxes that were on the floor away and stepped out of the bathroom, with much difficultly, and kicked a few more boxes away.
Jumping over the counter bench once more he walked over the messy pile of clean clothes and picked out a new pair of boxes shorts and jeans and sweater, as well as the old pair of broken shoes. Putting them on he flung the towel on the unmade bed and looked at the time.
6:45 AM.
Perfect he thought. He would always be at the dojo no more later than 7:30 every morning. He was alittle more dedicated than most people would be, the dojo doesn't really open till 9 AM, but, then again, Gaara never really followed the rules. He mosly did break into the dojo, but the people who owned and run the place didn't really mind and usually left the back door, which is a pretty secluded and hard place to get to, open for him.
"Shukaku." Gaara called the dog, seeing him trot up to him from his position he was laying by.
"Look after the joint, will you?" He pat the dog behind the ear and walked to the disorted door.
Flinging it open, he moved so Shukaku could get past him and watched as the dog went barking down the gloomly allelyway. Shaking his head, he shoved the door back in its place. He didn't worry about locking the door, he didn't have to.
No one would dare walk into his shitty little apartment and try to steal anything of his because one, he didn't have anything worth stealing, and secondly they all knew him in this part of the town and they wouldn't dare cross him.
"Gaara!" he heard a girlish voice behind him.
Turning he saw the very person he loathed, "Karin." He nodded his head.
"Oh, Gaara, honey, I was just wondering when you'd come out of that little shack of yours and." She walked up to him seductivly, "Come out and play with me." She put her index finger on her lip, like a lost child.
Gaara just sighed, "Karin, I don't have time for your pathetic little childish games." he said calmy as he could through clenched teeth, crossing his arms.
"But Gaara." She whined, "I have been waiting out here for forever and only for you." she walked up to him, her hips swaying in her short skirt, though you really couldn't call it a skirt persay, more like something you'd just put underneath a skirt. Karin looked absolutely ridiculous in it. And she certainly had no intention of putting on a proper skirt, or anything for that matter.
"Don't you have any other clients to annoy and pursuit." Gaara turned away from her obvious seduction, more so failing seduction.
"Oh don't be that way, Gaara." walking up to him with his back turned to her, she whipsered in his ear, "I can make you a very happy man... if only you'd let me." smiling she nibbled on his earlobe.
"Karin." He said sternly, trying so hard to keep his cool, "I suggest you stop your nibbling." Ripping himself from her gasp, "And piss off!" He yelled, turning around sharply and holding her face in his hands.
"G-Gaara... Honey." She gasped when his hands went around her neck, "You... wouldn't... ah... want to... do this... I... have very... powerful... ah friends." she whimpered as he held tigher, completly cutting off her air.
"Next time, you will do well not to annoy me, NEXT FUCKING TIME!" Slamming her on the cold hard ground he walked away.
The last thing he heard as he turned the corner was her fratic coughing and wheezing as she tried to recover from shock she received.
The cold brisk air hit him as he trudge through the wet damp path, he shoved his hands in the jeans of his pocket and his pace quickened. He wanted to get to the dojo faster, and, after the display that happened this morning he was caught up in time and was now much later than his usual time.
Grumbling he turned the many corners he knew off by heart to the dojo, he wouldn't even need see, he could just close his eyes and let his feet take him to paradise.
Just as he neared the building, rain started pouring fast and heavily, cursing slightly to himself, his pace almost double to a sprint as he ran the rest of the way to dojo.
If there was anything more Gaara hated, it was the cold and the rain, nothing he liked less than water tickling inside his broken shoes with holes soaking into his socks and making him cold.
He hated it.
Groaning in delight as he saw the dojo he walked around the back to the entrance only a few people knew and jumped over the bin to see the door.
Going inside the building he walked to the where the towels were held, he dried off, then taking another towel he went to the training rooms to begin his warming up. Looking at the time on the clock, that was on the wall from the door he entered in, it read 7:32 AM.
Maybe he wasn't so caught up with time afterall.
The rain poured down heavily, tapping against the window like hard stones. The sun no longer shined brightly, but a dark gloomy sky clouded the sun. The cold sent shivers down the young woman's spine as she cuddled into the pillow for more warmth. Her tired peal eyes looked to the window to see the grey sky with rain spiting down.
Sighing lazily, she covered her mouth with her tiny hand and reluctantly got up from the warmth of her bed to her bathroom.
Looking at the clock there it read 8:00 AM, groaning she undressed herself and put the dirty clothes in the hamper next to her and turned on the shower, hopping in she relished in the warmth the shower offered and clensed herself.
Once she was done she walked in her room again and went the in-built wall robe and picked out the clothes today. Choosing an over sized bulky purple jacket and blue jeans, putting on her underwear and bra, she dried and put the clothes on and walked out the room. She looked around the room for her brush, when she could not locate it, she out to the hallway.
"H-Hanabi! h-have y-you s-seen m-my h-hair b-brush?" She called out to her little sister, brushing her fingers in her hair in an attempt to undo the knots, she walked down the hall to her sister's room.
"Yes, Hinata, I have it right here." Hanabi walked out of her room and handed her a white brush.
"O-oh, t-thank y-you, H-Hanabi." She smile graciously to her little sister, "Have you seen father this morning?" She questioned.
"Oh, yes. He went out on a business meeting early this morning and won't be back till later tonight." She nodded and walked down the hall, turning for a brief moment, "Oh and the maids are out too, something about maid meeting or something. I wasn't really listening to them." Hanabi shrugged and skipped down the stairs, "Guess whose making me breakfast!" she yelled down the stair case.
Hinata laughed at her little sister, she may be a bit of an handful at times, and had quite a mouth on her. But she was as sweet as ricecakes. Her father on the other hand was a completely different matter, don't get her wrong, she loves her father more than anything, however, he was a bit abominable and ruthless at times. He did own an muit-millionaire company and was often or not wisped away for a business meeting or traveled all over the globe for his company, in which she may someday hope to succeed, may.
Her father was very unhappy when his first born had been a girl, and not a very bright girl, not in the sense she was stupid or had a disability, but in the sense that she really didn't see eye to eye with her father and business, not like Hanabi did.
Hence why she may or may not get the company, her sister, instead, maybe a better option. Or so her father had often or not pointed out.
Sighing, she walked down the stairs as she brushed through her tangled black hair and walked into the kitchen to see her little sister sitting at the breakfast table waiting for her elder sister.
"W-what w-would y-you l-like t-this f-fine m-morning?" she looked out the window and laughed.
"Hm, pancakes sounds good." Hanabi laughed, too.
"H-Hm, p-pancakes s-sounds g-great i-indeed." She smiled sweetly at her sister and went to the fridge to get all the ingredients to make the pancakes, "W-want t-to h-help m-make t-them?" She grabbed a pan from underneath the counter of the stove and put butter on the pan.
"Of course!" She cheered and helped Hinata put everything in the bowel messily while Hinata watched the butter melt.
"O-Oh H-Hanabi." Hinata shook her head and laughed when she saw the mess Hanabi made.
Hanabi only gave her a innocent smile and shrugged, laughing too.
It was late afternoon, the sky was still black and bleak as the rain continued to pour down heavily. Hinata was entertaining Hanabi as they played a game, Have you ever.
"Okay, okay." Hanabi giggled with her elder sister as they were both hunched together under a blaknet with a candle between the two, not bothering with the lights, making the room dark and gloomy. "Have you ever... kissed a boy." Hanabi covered her mouth with a hand and giggled.
Hinata blushed like a tomato, "N-no." She squeaked like a mouse.
"No!" Hanabi shrieked, "How could you not have already, You're nearly 19!"
"I...I n-never m-met s-someone o-or... o-or l-liked s-someone e-enough t-to k-kiss... o-or b-be k-kiss b-back." She lowered her head in shame.
"Oh, C'mon sis. No need to ashamed... I've kissed quite a few guys." She giggled.
"W-What!" Hinata gasped. "B-But...B-But... y-you're o-only... 10." whispered, "A-And y-yet I-I h-haven't y-yet k-kissed a-a g-guy a-and I-I a-am n-nearly 19." Hinata lowered her head in sadness.
"Well." Hanabi began, a hand raised in the air, "I'm just more open and louder than you." she shrugged.
"H-Have...H-Have y-you... H-Have y-you e-ever... d-done m-more t-than k-kissing." Hanabi was a smart girl, and certainly wasn't dull when Hinata asked such a question.
"Well." Hanabi blushed, her hands rubbing her face, "Maybe... Don't tell dad though, okay!" She blurted.
"O-Oh... I-I w-Wouldn't d-dream o-of I-it." She smiled at Hanabi and hugged her. "B-But w-what e-exactly h-have y-you d-done H-Hanabi?" she asked sternly.
"I... I haven't done that... I've just seen bits of pieces here and there but that's all, I promise." She smiled.
"I-It's o-okay." She put a hand ontop of her head, "I-I b-believe y-you."
The door flung open, like thunder striking down.
"Oh no! Now I've done it!" Hansuke, a young maid boy, frantically said as he looked all over he place.
"What is the matter Hansuke?" Hanabi asked, turning her head to the side, "Aren't you meant to be at a meeting or something?"
"Yes, yes I am... But I have forgotten my herbs for the meeting and I am afraid to go back without them." He tugged on his hair.
"W-Well... W-what herbs a-are y-you looking f-for?" Hinata asked.
"The Camellia sinensis, they are brewed for tea." He panced around the room, "And now I've lost them." He cried.
"H-Hansuke, d-don't b-be t-this w-way I-I'm s-sure y-you w-will f-find t-them, s-soon." She got up from her position on the floor, with Hanabi, and walked to Hansuke. "I-I w-willl h-help y-you f-find t-them."
"Oh." He smiled brightly at Hinata, "Thank you so much, Hinata."
"Wouldn't the herb or tea be in the gardens instead of the." Hanabi looked around the room, "The lounge room?" she raised an eyebrow at the disarrayed room.
"Oh, Oh, yes, yes they would be, hehe." He bowed and bolted into the kitchen to the herb garden.
Hinata and Hanabi walked to where the maid had wondered off to, He was certainly a character. He was a memeber of the maid family and thus worked at the Hyuga mansion, though he was sorta an odd character he still was kind and warm towards the girls.
Walking in the garden they saw the said maid dismaying the plants from their pots and making a big mess of soil.
"Do you even know what they look like?" Hanabi question, her arms crossed.
"No, I mean yes... they look like daisy flowers, almost. But there seems be none here!" He cried once more.
"W-well, m-maybe y-you c-could g-go t-to t-the s-shops. S-surely t-they s-sell t-them." she bowed her head.
"Oh Hinata you're a genius!" He cheered.
O-oh y-yes." She smiled awkwardly.
"But I would not be able to go to the shops and back to the meeting in time!" his eyes widen.
"Hinata could go get them for you." Hanabi said, looking at Hinata.
"W-what." Hinata shrieked.
"Yes, Oh Hinata would you, please, for me." he walked up to Hinata, bowing to her.
"O-oh." She looked at both Hanabi and Hansuke and sighed. "W-Well I-I g-guess I-I c-could." She twiddled her fingers.
"Oh yes! Thank you, thank you." he smiled and offered a hug to Hinata, who gladly accepted.
"T-that i-is quite a-alright." she took a questionable look out the window, rain poured down heavily.
"I got to get going." He let go of Hinata and walked out the room, "By the way meeting is being held downtown, near the dojo next door." he smiled then waved good-by.
They both waved at the young maid, watching as he botled once again to the meeting in a hurry "Maybe if he had just kept track of where he put things he wouldn't lose them all the time!" Hanabi rolled her eyes and walked back in the lounge, popping down on the couch and turning on the TV.
"W-Well, h-he d-does h-have a-a l-lot o-of t-things o-on h-his m-mind." Hinata whipsered.
"Why do you do that?" Hanabi asked.
"Do what?" She questioned.
"Stutter around everyone." not once taking her eyes off the TV.
"W-well, I-I'm just a-alittle shy I-I guess." she shrugged and walked to table that held the wallets and keys, taking her white purse she turned back to Hanabi, "W-Will y-you b-be a-alright... B-By y-yourself I-I m-mean."
"Yeah, yeah I will be alright." She waved a hand at Hinata, Hinata smile and walked out the door, grabbing an umbrella by the stand.
"Bye." Hinata called, she only heard a little grunt before she left.
"Gaara my man." A blond spikey hairded boy called, distracting Gaara from his training.
"What!" Gaara yelled, not happy with the blonde already.
"Could you maybe..." The blonde trailed off.
"No, Naruto." Gaara growled.
"Oh come on, you haven't even heared it yet!" He whined.
"No... I've done too much for you already." He shook his head and went over to the punching bags.
"C'mon just hear me out." he said with his arms out wide.
"Fine." he said but continued punching the bag.
"Well you see I got this really hot date tonight and..."
"No." Gaara said.
"You haven't heard the rest of it." he yelled.
"Don't need to." he shrugged, turning around and kicking the bag.
"I Just need condoms, okay!" he said quietly.
"The fuck!" Gaara stopped, turning to Naruto, "Why the fuck can't you ge them?"
"Because I have to stay back and help Jiraiya with the cleaning up, from yesterday." he growled at Gaara. "So I am doing you a favour by cleaning up the mess you made."
"You, made me talk with him."
"Yeah talk, not beat the crap out of him!"
Gaara pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to calm himself down. Naruto was right, He'd be stuck cleaning the mess if Naruto didn't offer to clean it up. Now it all made sense as to why he'd offered in the first place.
"Fine." he spat, "But you better give me money for them."
"Yeah, yeah." he said, reach in the pockets of his sweat pants and pulled out his wallet. "Here you are." he handed Gaara a couple of notes.
"Give them to me afterwards." he tossed his hand away.
"No I need them now." he whined.
"I'm working now."
"And I will be working later."
Growling he took the money from Naruto, cursing to the bench, and grabbed the towel to wipe off. He didn't wear a top, sweat glistered his pale sick. Putting on his top, and broken shoes he got up from the bench.
"Thanks Gaara, my man." Naruto patted Gaara on the back.
"Hm." he grunted.
The rain poured down heavily, Hinata cuddled into her coat more, the umbrella held tightly in her hand, she held the tea herbs in her jacket pocket.
The little old lady at the herb shop had kindly given her two extra servings of the tea, saying of how it is such a horrible day and yet she had came to get the herbs this very day.
Smiling with the herbs in her pocket she trudged through the wet ground, rain drops splashing against her pants, wetting them.
The rain continued to pour heavily, so heavily Hinata was begining to find it difficult to walk. The rain started to fog up the streets, making it difficult to see.
She didn't exactly know where she was going, the wind started picking up and her umbrella was flopping everywhere. The next thing she knew she bumped into something soild.
"Ah." she squicked, losing her foot hold and falling on the wet ground.
"Hm." She heard a manly grunt.
Looking up from the cold wet ground she saw red.
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