Hi readers! Soooo.. i've been out of it. For too long, I know. I want to thank Padfoot for threatening me :3 so that I could get this chapter turned in. I had finished it yesterday, and then I had realized that some things weren't making sense so I had to revise it today. And now I am done - finally... and now, I have to do the rest of my homework. -_- no, wait, it's more like -_- hahaha, just kidding! I like writing Gaahina, so I don't really care. I'll just wake up early to finish my homework :D I love waking up before the sun and watching it rise - so beautiful. Now, I shall stop talking/writing, so you can get to it. Now that I think about it - I wonder if readers do pay attention to the author notes... Do you? Just tell me in your reviews!
I forgot this before: I do NOT own the Naruto characters - I just own myself... even that sounds funny - to "own" something...hmm. Oh well, please read and review hellions! :3 - Seliel
The day seemed to be going slower than usual, as if there was something Time itself wanted to prevent from happening. Hinata was sitting in class, biology to be exact, and the subject at hand - cell division - interested her as much as the fly on the wall did. Actually, the fly did seem to be more interesting since at that very moment it had decided to torment the guy with the deep, maroon hair color -
Wait! Deep maroon… where have I seen that head before? Where…?
"Hinata Hyuuga! Would you like to explain to the class just what is so interesting about the back of Sabaku's head? Please, enlighten us with your answer," the teacher had caught poor Hinata staring intensely at back of the kid's head, and now was expecting an answer - oh, the cruelty of it all!
"I…I was just… there was a -" mumbled Hinata.
"A what, Hinata? Something caught your attention more than my lecture?"
"…no, sir."
"What a shame, Ms. Hyuuga. My best student - dozing off in class. I would kindly ask you to refrain from losing focus, even if Mr. Sabaku's head does seem to draw from you so much curiosity. Next time I will ask that you dismiss yourself from my class," and with that the teacher resumed with his lesson. Yet, Hinata did not miss the snicker and slight smirk that decorated the culprit's face a couple seats in front of her. Oh, you! It's all your fault.
The school bell couldn't have been more appreciated at that moment; Hinata promptly gathered her belongings and moved towards the exit as fast as possible. If the day continued like this, she would most likely find herself wishing the ground could open up and swallow her whole.
Lunch was ordinary - a peanut butter sandwich with grapes on the side. Healthy as always, thanks Hanabi. What else could Hinata have asked for? Ever since Hanabi had heard about factory farming, she had decided to shake the very foundation of the Hyuuga house by changing the entire menu - there would be no meat, ever. Hinata had felt indifferent at that moment, but soon she had realized that she missed meat very much, especially chicken.
"Hey Hinata, you want some of my nuggets? No homo, though," playfully asked Kiba, her friend from elementary school. "Your grapes are great and all, but I know how much you would die for chicken - here, take some."
"No, Kiba, thanks anyway," Hinata replied, too polite to say 'hell, yes!' Kiba shrugged and turned back to the conversation she was having with the girl next to him. Hinata couldn't seem to act the way she wanted to even around Kiba, who had been with her since she could remember. The only ones who really saw the real side of her were Hanabi and Neji.
Where is Neji-san anyway? As if he had heard her thoughts, Neji appeared beside her and took out his same-looking peanut butter sandwich.
"Looks like sis made her favorite today," said Neji while rolling his eyes. "Don't you sometimes just want to smash this pathetic looking sandwich and hand it back to her? I would pay hundreds to see her face."
"Don't be so mean, Neji! She is really serious about this eating-healthy-stuff thing; she's so serious that in fact she prohibited me from eating pizza on fridays. Now I'm going to starve. Starve, NEJI!"
Neji held his sides as he laughed, but his laughter was forgotten when Hinata's eyes caught a glimpse of dark red. Her whole attention suddenly was narrowed down to that one object, and as it approached her table Hinata could make out that it was a boy - the same boy from biology class. Now was her chance, to release her curiosity and search within the deep recesses of her mind for a matching identity. Where have I seen him?...
The moment was perfect; he was walking alone, taking long strides that any human could not possibly keep up with - but that didn't stop Hinata from getting closer. What did stop her was what happened next.
A swarm of girls (God knows where they came from - the ground maybe) jumped in front of the redhead and started to tug on his shirt and moan his name. "Oh Gaara-kun! Gaaaara-kuuun! Please have my babies!" What the flapjacks! Why are they doing that?… and… no, this guy. This guy - oh! Flapjack!
What surprised Hinata even more was the way Gaara replied to them: "Oh hi girls, feeling very aroused today aren't you? Well, there's only one of me to go around…"
Oh! The audacity! He is so disgusting, even more than the last time I saw him! Hinata's fuming face could only be compared to that of a very ripe tomato. Neji had made his way next to Hinata and was now staring intently at her face, "Dude, if you get any redder, I'm going to leave you. You might just explode and I don't want to be here to see that mess. Hellloooo! Hinata, earth to Hinata…"
"Neji - pinch me, please. Just do it. Now!" Hinata could only grimace in pain when Neji gave her a meek pinch. So she had not just imagined that; Gaara had actually said those things - those vile things, as if he were all that and more. "Neji, do you know that guy?"
"Who?" Hinata's pale finger traced an invisible line directly to the boy in the middle of the crowd of girls. "Oh! That's Gaara, Gaara no Sabaku. And by the looks of it, you wish you were the one in the crowd too."
"I don't want to argue over whether that last thing you said was a question or statement, but I definitely don't ever want to meet that guy. He's so disgusting, and he almost got me in trouble with my biology teacher! Me!" hollered Hinata. The girls were still tugging at Gaara's shirt and one very sneaky girl had managed to slip her hand underneath it and touch his stomach.
"Relax Hinata, I'm just kidding…" laughed Neji. Poking fun at Hinata's outbursts always was a fun habit, even if most of the time Neji was right in what he said. "Just let me tell you that it's pretty apparent that you feel a certain way about Gaara. I can tell."
"Oh shuddap! The only way emotion I feel about toward that guy is pure anger! He is ruining my day, and now my lunch time. Last time I saw him, he was also surrounded by girls. Who does he think he is? Ugh, I feel a headache coming on…" murmured Hinata, rubbing her temples and then pinching the bridge of her nose. "I need to go running - soon. Did you know that Rock ditched me to be with my sister during lunch? That bum."
"Tsk tsk, Rock, Rock, Rock. That guy can be such a romantic," sighed Neji. Leading Hinata by the arm, Neji pulled her towards the direction of the growing fangirl-crowd. "That tangent on Rock won't change the subject, Hina. I know you too well, so I'm going to help you. Come'n we are going to say hi to Gaara."
"What? Wait, Neji, wait! I'm…I need to eat something. My headache - ah!" and Hinata hysterically plopped on the floor. Neji, having felt Hinata's arm trail down, looked back and guffawed at the sight. Hinata was trying desperately to look as if she had fainted, but had apparently seemed to prove convincing because now a group of students were swarming her and asking if she was okay.
"Yeah, yeah, she's okay," assured Neji, quick at holding Hinata's face and lightly slapping her face for a reaction. "Hey, Hinata - come'n you can stop now. You are a pretty good actress, but you've attracted a crowd. Yo, open your eyeballs."
"I don't wanna…" whispered Hinata, so that Neji could only hear. At this Neji laughed and heaved Hinata to her feet. "Come'n drama queen, let's go to P.E." Slowly but steadily Neji and Hinata walked to the bronze-toned doors; Hinata would not give up her act yet, she was going to pass those doors with the rest of her shredded dignity.
Way back in the midst of the crowd, Gaara watched intently the bronze doors that clicked heavily as the couple made their way out. Wait, are they a couple? They look awfully similar, so they must be cousins, right? Whatever they were, Gaara didn't like it. He didn't like it all. At least he had seen the mystery girl with the lavender eyes again and learned her name…Hinata. Smirking he evilly thought: I can shorten it to Hina in our more…intimate moments. ;3
His train of thought was distracted by the sudden movement of the hand on his stomach. What the hell? When did she lift my shirt and put her hand there? Hurriedly, he departed from the crowd of girls and swiftly disappeared in the hallway. Peace, at last.
Unfortunately for Gaara, Sakura had been sitting outside the Principal's office, with a schedule in hand. A subtle crinkle appeared on her smooth forehead when she entered the code for her phone; a waiting text message from a blocked number had sent her the following message: "Keep an eye on him.
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