I just finished typing this chapter. I think it's pretty ookie.
Oh, I have decided to call this section--Writer's Loner Chat!!
This chapter is dedicated to my main couple-Gaara and Hinata so no Kiba, no Akamaru, no mission...etc.
Enjoy, comment, review...etc.
-Beginning of Chapter 4-
It's been three days and Kiba is taking Akamaru for a check up because of the previous mission they were on.
While brushing her teeth, Hinata wanted to cook something nice for Gaara when he wakes up since he was in a way nice to her.
It was the second to the last week of November; the room was a little chilly in the morning. So she grabbed a black jacket and left to the kitchen.
Bacon and egg is too usual. She snooped around the kitchen looking toward the sofa bed every time she made a loud crash to make sure Gaara's still asleep. She didn't know she was actually very quiet not even silence itself would notice her presence.
The girl set the waffle batter in the molding pan for waffles and started cutting fruits.
Finally she was done and happy with her result.
'Now all I have to do is wait for my Gaara to wake up,' Hinata paused at that thought, 'did I just say…my Gaara?'
The man stirred in his sleep.
She remembered there was also a boy in her childhood who had that same name, 'Gaara.'
Gaara flipped from his left to facing up. She noticed he wore a thin tank top and rushed to his right to pull his sheet to cover his body.
At a good timing, Gaara swung his left arm and flipped his body to the right.
"Hm…Hinata…" the man murmured the name of the girl who's blushing under his arms.
Her upper body lay so very close to his and her lower body kneeling on the carpet.
She was breathing deeply and uneven.
Gaara slowly, half opened his eyes.
"M-morning, Gaara-kun," she blushed. She can't believe she's so close to Gaara. She can't believe she's in his arms!
"Morning, Hina-chan."
He seemed to notice he was holding Hinata. But he did not even notice he was not in a dream.
His face inched closer to Hinata's. His lips touched her's. Hinata was bewildered.
After what felt like days which was only two minutes, Hinata got back to her senses and she saw to it that Gaara wasn't letting her go. Though her mind came back from Lovey Dovey Land, her heart couldn't help but beat faster than when she's running.
Finally Gaara let loose of her and she quickly backed up and stumbled onto her butt.
And when she tried to get up with her right arm, her right hand jabbed itself with a nail on the table. (It was moved every night since now Gaara and Kiba sleep outside so it got loose.)
She let out a silent scream. Gaara stretched on his sofa bed and awoke to the scent of fresh fruit, waffles and…blood?
His first sight of the day was Hinata hugging her hand drenched in blood.
"Hinata, what's wrong?" He got right up, "Why are you bleeding?"
"I got a nail in my hand," Gaara helped her up.
"Let me see," he took her hand and checked it, "sit here and don't move."
She sat on his bed, her hands shaking.
"Hinata," a soft voice said, "sit here and don't move."
"Mammy," young Hinata cried.
"Let mommy get the splinter out," she took Hinata's tiny hand and began to examine it.
"Here, mommy got it," she kissed Hinata's booboo, "you have to be strong, ok?"
Little Hinata looked up.
"You'll have to help your baby sister when she comes to this world," Hinata saw only her smile.
"Hinata, raise your hands," Gaara had washed his hands.
He came back out with a black checkered pajama top.
She raised her hands for him to take a good look.
"Ok," he pulled out the nail with his fingers, don't worry, he washed.
"I know, this will hurt," Hinata said as if it's a circle of life.
Her face showed stingy pain but not a single tear drop.
Gaara swiftly cleansed her wound and applied some gushy medicine.
She held her right hand still as he wrapped the nail plugged hand.
"I'm hungry," Hinata got up.
'Why is she so ok as if it was nothing? No pain?'
Gaara put away the emergency pack and followed into the kitchen.
His eyes glimmered bright twinkles seeing the glamorous breakfast laid out for him on the dining table.
"You made all these?" Gaara helped her pour milk.
"Yea, just before you hugged…" she began and turned away.
"Huh?"
"Nothing, let's eat," she went to the table.
Gaara hurried to set the cups of milk and pulled her chair for her.
"Don't worry, I'm not crippled," Hinata made a joke.
"Don't push yourself," he guessed she must've been like this her life…
Her hand was shaking when she tried to cut the waffle with knife and fork.
Gaara stood up and went to her side. He bent at an angle above her and helped her cut her waffle.
His muscular arms circled her fragile figure.
"Mammy," Hinata tugged at her mother's sleeve, "can I call her Hana?"
"Why Hana?"
"Because I want to protect her like a tree protecting a flower!"
His scent floated around her as he left her to her finely cut waffles.
"Didn't I say to not push yourself? You should've just asked for help," he sat back down on his seat.
"Th-thank you," she ate her waffle pieces.
"Here," he opened the top of a maple syrup bottle and squirted a tiny strips as if the piece is a toothbrush and the syrup the toothpaste.
Then he went to grab a bottle of whipped cream and patiently did the same thing.
Hinata was amazed. Caramel, chocolate syrup and a few sprinkles of mini chocolate sprinkles
"How…how did you know I eat like this…?" Hinata asked when he sat back down.
He was just about to eat a piece of pineapple but stopped as he heard her question.
"I know a lot about you," he answered a moment later not knowing if it'd satisfy her.
"Oh…" she took a bite in her mouth, "but…how can you remember?"
Another moment lost to silence.
"It's my job," he looked at her, "I was to memorize everything possible about you."
"You remind me a lot about a childhood friend of mine," Hinata looked at the whipped cream, "this was our secret.
"I don't know how you knew about this, I guess you are doing a good job," she then smiled at him, "if you ever find this childhood friend of mine, please tell him I miss him very much…that is…if he does remember me…"
-End of Chapter 4-
What did you think?
And yes, the childhood friend may be him.
I know I said I will tell you why Hinata wasn't afraid of rapes, and why they haven't harmed her, but as I mentioned at my "Writer's Loner Chat," this chapter is a morning of just the two cuties.
Also, I have second part of my english project coming up, so I am not sure if I will be able to upload or continue typing as much.
-Kat
Copy Right
06/03/08
Soulless Kitten Corp.