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Gaara snorted in annoyence, the nerve of him! Treating him like some sort of blood thirsty killer snooping out his next prey! All he wanted for the timid girl... Hina? Hinyata... Hinata... Yes Hinata was the name. All he wanted for Hinata was to be safe, afterall he did bump into her, though it was more so her fault then his, but goddamit he was trying to be nice.
Fuck it. He thought, reaching into his soaked jeans and pulled out a packet of cigarettes, Trying to help some bitch and yet I still get mocked at and judged. Shaking his wet hair out of his eyes, he was walking down a different alleyway then the routine home.
He was walking down the alley to his next job. His next fight.
Fighting will do well to clear his thoughts, his head was pounding from the way that back bonelss little prick had given him a funny look. Grumbling underneath his breath, he took a lighter that was inside the packet and lit the cigarette in his mouth, covering the cigarette with his hand as for the wind not to extinguish the flame, he breathed in deeply and then let the smoke go after a few moments, savouring the feeling.
Sighing in contentment he stopped by the alleys wall and stood there for a few minutes puffing away before he dropped the cigarette on the ground and smothered the flames out, putting the packet back in his jeans. Standing still for another couple of minutes by the wall his thoughts were still plauged with the pearl eyed girl.
She was beautiful, he'll give her that. Her unusually frame was definitely something to remember, timid and soft. She was shy, but she didn't fear him as much as the guy she was with did, a little bit annoying with her constent bowing and apologising. But she was in fault with bumping into him, she should of been properly looking where she was going.
Shaking his head, he uncrossed his arms and let out a little sigh. Grumbling under his breath he pushed off the wall and walked down the path to his next destination, the fighter club.
Nodding his head at the bouncer when he arrived, the bouncer knew who he was and what he was capable of doing, let him in without a another moment of thought.
Gaara walked down the smokey hallway into the another room where lockers where located, going to his locker, he pulled out bandages and another pair of sweat pants, putting them on he sat on the stool and put his head in his bandage hands.
"Gaara." A deep male voice appeared from the doorway, his black piercing eyes staring at the sea-form green.
"Sasuke." Gaara greeted him, looking up at him.
"You're on in 15." He said, his black tinted blue bangs framing his face, girls were obsessed crazy over him, though Gaara couldn't really see why.
"Okay." Gaara nodded his head, staring at the ground once again.
He heard Sasuke mumble something under his breath but he didn't quite catch it as he walked off down the hall.
Gaara sat there for a moment longer before he got up from his spot and walked out the room to the hall Sasuke previously walked down. He could hear the music blarring from the otherside, he could hear the faint laughter and clinking of the glasses. He knew that bets were being thrown around and money tossed here and there like it was nothing.
Predictable, rich and old men coming to such a place as this and betting on the next poor fool, making them run for their money only because they think it's funny.
Gaara opened the door, he saw Sasuke by the side lines, with his arms crossed and eyes closed. Upon hearing the entrance of the door open, he opened his eyes and saw Gaara. Pushing himself away from the sidelines, he walked to Gaara with a towel in hand, giving it to him he heard a grunt of thanks, then they both walked down the aisle.
"Theres a pretty hefty price on for you tonight." Sasuke said, as they both dodge people and waiters, making their way down the aisle to the giant ring in the middle.
"Hm." Gaara grunted, not really caring. "As long as I'm paid."
"Oh, with the money rolling in tonight, most definitely." he wrinkled his nose at the prospect of Gaara's victory.
Gaara just nodded his head, nearing the ring in the middle, the strong scent of alcohol and smoke lingered in the air making the room stuffy and foggy.
Gaara tossed the towel towards Sasuke, who caught it like he had anticipated it. Cranking his neck, he heard people shouting and screaming his name.
"Red Sand!" They chanted over and over.
Gaara bailed his fist in the air as he walked on the plate form, turning around and watching the crowd go wild.
Smirking, he bent his body down and went underneath the ropes to the middle of the ring where his opponent was waiting with watchful eyes. To anyone watching the two, Gaara was small and fragile looking compared to the big rough-house looking guy, his teeth were crooked and he had a nasty smell about him, scars lingered on his face from previous fights. Even his smile was sickening.
"Now." The announcer began, "I want a half clean fight, I want blood, but I don't want to have to bleach the floor again." He looked at Gaara, "Gaara."
Gaara nodded his head, but his eyes were set on his opponent.
"Alright." The announcer nodded his head, putting a hand between the two, "Begin." The announcer shouted.
The fun began.
The two opponents dance around for a while, waiting for the first person to make their move and, the first, was the other opponent who had made the first move, sending a fist flying, which Gaara had dodged at ease. Gaara turned around and backhanded his opponent who cringed in pain, giving Gaara amply opportunity to slam his opponent to the ground.
The man on the ground only whined and cried, blood pooling out of his nose and on the ground. People were cheering on for Gaara, or at least the men who had placed their bets on him. Others had slammed their drinks on the table of anger, angry for the lost of their money.
The man on the ground, however, didn't think he had lost quite yet. Getting up from the ground he held his nose for a bit before spiting blood on the ground.
"You will pay for this!" The man snarled, teeth bared.
"I'm counting on it." Gaara smirked, fist raised.
The man growled. And like lighten speed, sent his fist flying hard and fast. Gaara, who was even more better than him, and faster, didn't even bat an eye when none of the punches reached him.
The man was beginning to tire out from the consent punches he was throwing Gaara, who, at that point, wasn't even sweating. He was puffing for breath, sweating endlessly. Gaara stood there tall and pride.
He had already won.
Smirking in triumph, he looked at the tired man, bringing his fist back. He plugged the fist in his face.
"Well Gaara." Sasuke said, counting the money he'd won. "You've definitely hit the motherlode this time." Sasuke laughed.
"Hm." Gaara grunted, lounging in the chair that was in Sasuke office. Blood was still smeared on his bloodied fist when he'd knocked the guy out cold, instant victory. Of course the announcer wasn't unhappy that he didn't have to bleach the floor again, Gaara had kept his promise and made it a clean fight.
"You should clean yourself up. Afterall." He looked at Gaara, who gave him a questionable look, "You wouldn't want that lovely girl you ran into today, think of you of some sort monster, now would you?" Sasuke smirked.
Gaara scoffed, "What Girl?" Gaara questioned.
"The girl Naruto was talking to me about before he went off to his..." Sasuke shook his head,"Date."
"So he wasn't lying about the girl, huh." Gaara chuckled.
"Dont change the subject, Gaara." he put a large amount of money on the bench, "Here's your cut... buy something nice for the girl."
Gaara took the money and counted it, "She ran into me." Gaara shrugged, putting the money in the pocket of his pants.
"Naruto made it sound more..." Sasuke sat back on the chair he was sitting on, opening his arms out wide, "More passionate."
"Naruto says alot of things." Gaara looked around the room, It was polished wood on the walls and flooring, green and blue carpets and massive desk.
"Yes well..." He trailed off, "He never would joke or make up a girl who has caught your attention." sitting straight at his desk he bent over to the drawers next to him and pulled out two glasses and a bottle of whiskey.
"No one has caught my attention." He growled, turning his head the opposite way.
"Yes, but." He poured a glass, taking a big gulp, then pouring one for Gaara and giving it to him. "You wouldn't act as you did."
"I act as I do." Gaara took the glass, gulping it down.
"Yes, as was the case out there tonight." Sasuke pointed out the door and laughed, "Come on, if you won't admit feelings for her at least give me a name." He gulped down another glass.
"I don't remember." Gaara shook his head.
"I know you remember." He laughed,"You just don't want me to find her."
"And for good reason too." Gaara spat.
"See, see." He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, "What have I been telling you?"
Gaara just scoffed, not answering his question.
"Ah, it doesn't matter anyway." he hiccuped, "Naruto already told me... Well part of it anyway." he laughed.
"Well you can keep guessing." he smirked, "I have no time for women you know that."
"Oh come on... That thing with Matsuri and your mother." He waved a hand at him, "You need to get over them."
Gaara clenched his fist in a ball, throwing the glass he was holding on the floor, "You should never ever speak of them." Gaara spat, teeth bared at him.
"Wow, wow..." Sasuke put his hands up."No need to get pissy with me."
"No need to get involved of my business." Gaara held the bridge of his nose to keep calm. "Or with business that is in fact nothing at all."
"I'm just trying to help." He shrugged.
"More irritating then anything else."
"Well, I'm drunk." Sasuke held up the glass of whiskey and laughed.
"I'll see you tomorrow." Gaara growled, leaving behind a still laughing Sasuke.
Sasuke laughing ceased once Gaara had left the room.
Sasuke put his finger on the intercom next to him,"Ino."
"Yes, sir." A womanly voice was heard on the other line.
"Find me all the woman in this town named Hinata." He asked.
"If you say so, sir." She beamed.
"And Ino?" He asked.
"Yes, sir?" she questioned.
Sasuke smiled clumsily,"What colour panties are you wearing tonight?"
He heard a light angry gasp then the line went dead.
"Women." He shook his head, "But I'd still fuck you."
"Sasuke." Ino called from the intercom.
"Wha... I thought you left." his eyes went wide.
"Your finger is still on the intercom..." He heard a little sigh from her.
"Oh..." He smiled, "Want to take me up for that offer?"
He heard a little annoyed grunt then she disappeared once again.
Taking his finger of the intercom,"Fine." Swinging the glass bottle of whiskey in his hand,"I'll drink to myself."
Hinata had woken up pleasantly, a small and faint smile graced her lips. Getting up she took her shower and brushed the knots out of her hair before she skipping down stairs to see the maids in today cooking.
"Morning elder sister." Hanabi greeted from the breakfast table, "The maids are back today." pointing a forkful of egg at Hinata,"And they've made breakfast today."
"Yes we apologise for the inconvenience from yesterday, Miss Hyuga." A maid bowed at her, setting out a plant for Hinata.
"T-that's o-okay." She smiled and took her place next to her sisters.
"What happened yesterday?" Her sister asked.
"W-what?" Hinata raised a brow.
"You were all funny sis, after you got back you were..." Hanabi thought for a moment, "Dazed."
"W-was I-I?" Hinata blushed.
"Well yeah... and you went to bed quite early." Hanabi nodded.
"Is Miss Hyuga alright?" A maid questioned.
"Y-yes, I-I'm q-quite a-alright." She smiled brightly.
"If a daugher of mine is not well, she will be treated accordly." A strong male voice beamed through-out the kitchen.
Both Hinata and Hanabi stood up from their seats and bowed as their father approached them.
"Morning father." Hanabi greeted
"H-how w-was y-your t-trip, f-father?" Hinata questioned.
"Well." He stated, looking at Hinata in the eyes, "Come to my office." he said, before turning around.
"Y-yes, f-father." She bowed her head low and followed her father out the room.
Looking behind her she saw Hanabi give her the thumbs up. Smiling she followed behind the steps of her father, trying to keep a even space between the two.
Reaching the double wooden doors of his office, both Hiashi and Hinata walked in, Hiashi walked straight to his desk while Hinata took her place in front of her father on the chairs.
"Hinata." He started, after serval moments of silence.
"Y-yes, f-father." She stuttered, tiwddling with her fingers.
"It has come to my attention that you will be 19 this year and 20 next?" He asked, boring his pearl eyes, that looked exactly like hers, at her.
"Y-yes, f-father. T-that i-is c-correct." She said timly.
"Hm." He nodded his head,"And on your 20th birthday I am excepted to hand my company over to you?"
"I-I h-had n-no i-idea t-that w-was t-the c-case." Hinata nervously stuttered.
"Yes, well I am excepted, however..." He carried on, waving a hand."I would rather give this company to Hanabi."
"I-if y-you t-think t-that i-is w-wise, f-father. I-I s-shouldn't d-disagree w-with y-your d-decisions." She bowed her head low.
"Hanabi has more back bone then you... And that is the kind of thing this company needs, not.." He looked at her, "A timid little girl."
"I-I a-agree w-with y-your w-wise w-words. I-I h-hope t-that I-I c-can a-at l-least b-be o-of g-great s-service i-in f-futrue." She smiled timly at her father, who only grunted.
"Yes." He rubbed his chin and closed his eyes,"You may go." He waved her off.
"O-of c-course, t-thank y-you f-father." she bowed to him and walked out the room.
"So how was it?" Hanabi questioned, they were sitting outside today. The sun was shining brightly as if yesterdays terrible weather had not happned at all.
"S-Same o-old, s-same o-old." Hinata waved a hand and sighed, "h-he w-wants t-to g-give t-the c-company t-to y-you." Hinata smiled at her sister.
"Me?" she gasped, then snorted,"Why do I want the damn company, Your away half the time with boring people."
"Y-You h-have t-the o-option t-to t-travel o-overseas, s-see t-the w-world." Hinata waved a hand in the air.
"That's something you'd be good at, Hinata." Her sister looked at her, "You deserve the company, not me." Hanabi shook her head.
"H-Hey, y-you d-deserve I-it j-just a-as m-much a-as I-I d-do." Hinata gasped her sister in a loving hug. "W-We c-could r-run t-this c-company t-together?" Hinata asked.
"Really?" Hanabi laughed, "I don't think father would like that."
"A-All w-well." Hinata laughed too.
"Now." Hanabi ripped herself from Hinata gasped and looked at her,"Whose the mystery man?"
"W-what?" Hinata stuttered.
"Don't what me, you know exactly who I'm talking about." Hanabi raised a brow.
"I-I d-don't f-follow y-you e-exactly." Hinata questioned.
"You saw a boy yesterday!" Hanabi whispered into her sister's ear.
Hinata's face went red, how did she know! Hinata didn't take anything from the red-haird man after she had gotten back. They could be no logical way Hanabi would know about Gaara.
"Oh I know that flushed look... You saw a boy, now spill." She smirked.
"I-I... I-I'm u-unable t-to s-see h-him a-again... I-I p-promised H-Hansuke.." She started.
"Oh who cares about Hansuke." She snorted,"Now tell me."
"I-I r-ran i-into a-a b-boy, a-and h-he h-helped m-me... k-kinda, h-he w-was a-a l-little r-rough o-on t-the e-edges b-but h-he w-was s-still v-very k-kind." she said dreamily, "H-He t-trains a-at t-the d-dojo... I-I'm p-pretty s-sure b-because h-he w-was t-there... H-His n-name w-was G-Gaara."
"That's it!" Hanabi cheered.
"W-What?" Hinata asked.
"Let's go to the dojo!" Hanabi pulled Hinata up.
"W-what n-no w-we c-can't." Hinata protested.
"Yes." She giggled, "I'm taking you to see lover boy."
Heheh, well I hope you like it, hopefully I can update soon.