A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I'll try to lighten up on the descriptions, since it is a Fan Fic. and most of you probably recognize the people. I just felt the need to describe them. Otherwise it seems so plain I'll do that on the next chapter though, since I wrote the second one before you guys reviewed it. 3 Glad you guys like it!
A nervous breath escaped the dark-haired, pale figure. Her flawless hand grasped the tree bark as she took it as leverage and used it as a base to lunge forward. Desperately, the girl used her self-frustration to hit a chakra point in Gaara's netted shoulder. He had been walking slowly, far too ignorant to expect something of the shy Hyuuga. Surprisingly, he reacted in a reflex-like manner and snatched her frail wrist in a tight grip.
"What do you want?" He muttered under his breath, hardly moving his mouth. His voice remained monotone, and face lacked all expression as usual. Though the skin above his eyes furrowed in slight confusion. Wincing, Hinata pleaded for Gaara to release her wrist. She shut her eyes in remorse for what she had attempted to do, reacting on pure instinct was something she was not used to. A coy smirk painted across Gaara's face as he raised the fold of skin above his left eye in the act of mocking the smaller girl.
"Do you want to start what you've finished?" His eyes seemed to flash as his cold voice filled the still air. His slanted snake-eyes seemed to enlarge and reveal veins pulsing on the side of his head.
"P-please…l-let..go…" she whimpered like a wounded animal, turning her head away from him in shame of losing the battle she started. Her glistening purple eyes now how eyelids drooping over them halfway, revealing an uncomfortable look of pain. Becoming frustrated, Gaara's nostrils flared, his blood pulsing through the visible stress veins. He tightened his grip on her hand and smoothly bent the hand back in a quick motion. The young Hinata screamed in anguish. A snap could be heard from the bones colliding into each other. Gaara then pushed her forward using her hand as an extension of his own, causing her to fall backwards. The deep blue tears we all know so well begun to swell in her eyes. Wincing, the girl looked up at his overshadowing figure,
"Why...w-..w-why do you h-hhave to be so…cold?" She hesitated. Gaara glared at her limp body, not showing any sign of empathy, and showing every sign of apathy. Her only furthered to ignore her comments, and stated bluntly his true opinions of her.
"You are insignificant," taking a pause he observed his forested surroundings and knelt down to gently pull her bang from her ear, "You are useless." His breath was warm and penetrating her eardrum causing a feeling of shock to vibrate through her body. She envied how he could state what he felt, what he thought. This seemed like another Neji situation, where she tried hopelessly only to be put down by his smooth cynical attitude. It's been too many times she's been told that. Her eyes bled tears down her cheeks after what seemed like an eternity of time, then Hinata sobbed out bedraggled words,
"You are no one to judge that. I haven't done anything to you!" She choked out, getting emotional to a man she intended to observe, and learn from. The girl craved change, and he was one to push her through this.
"That's exactly the point. Some people scream and harass me for what I am. Some people defend me, in hopes of gaining my trust- as do my siblings. You? You are merely a leaf on a tree, not reacting. Just letting any comments you receive slide off you like rain." His face lost it's psychopathic smirk, and he frowned at her, standing up once again, "Don't follow me this time." Hinata continued to drown in her tears, drenching her jacket,
"Why don't you want to know why I watched you, and tried to attack you?" She yelped out at Gaara. It was rare for such an introverted girl to explode her emotions, let alone to a total stranger. She was a ball of furious hatred, waiting to be released by such a bakamono like the boy in front of her.
"It's not worth my time. My time is precious, meant to be used for the furthering of my existence. There's probably no meaning in life, but I have created my own. My meaning in life is to kill everyone other than me. I finally found relief inside the fear of being assassinated at any time. I fight for myself, and love only myself. As long as I think that other people exist to make me feel that, the world is wonderful." He stated in a solemn voice, not flinching at his bloody words of murder. Hinata inched back in fear, and admiration- she has not found a reason for her existence. No one has needed her, or used her in any matter. She has been weak, and unhelpful. Her love of Naruto only furthered her proof that she was a mere mistake. Looking down at Hinata again, Gaara spoke once more, "Unless it is your turn, I suggest you leave." He shot daggers at her through his turquoise, emotionless eyes, and turned in the direction of Konoha to continue walking.
Hinata remained cemented to the ground by his cruel words, and she scared herself that she wished she could be more like him. It disturbed her that she wanted to help him, to save herself from proceeding into an abyss of uselessness. She executed precaution, and presumed it was a good idea to talk to him another day when things may have calm down.
