Sorry I haven't updated. I needed to update my other fics and I was behind so yeah…. The author decided to finally get a life so the life comes first. And yes, I got a Mist headband! And some other stuff that I don't feel like listing. Not that any of you probably care. Oh well…Author's notes on bottom as always!

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Magnetic Attraction: Angel and Demon

Hinata leaned against the railing, her head on the cold white metal. She stared blankly at the rolling landscape, a small smile crossing her lips. Sighing, she turned away, lifted herself to her ballet slippered feet and then proceeded to head towards the kitchens. It was her turn to help cook tonight's meal of rice and potatoes covered with melted cheese.

Naruto was on her mind again. She had been crushing on him for a while and had yet to reveal her feelings to him. For the most part, the entire school knew, except for him. He could be dense sometimes, and was blind to the attention and affection she gave him. The good points made up for the bad. Dreamily, she listed some of the reasons she liked him, while hopping down the stairs.

Well, Naruto is always smiling such a dazzling happy smile. He thinks on the bright side and he tries to be nice to everyone, she thought, reminding herself that Naruto and Uchiha Sasuke had a weird friendship, which consisted of insulting each other constantly. And he is determined, never stopping. I want to be just like that. The only thing is he still likes Sakura.

Sakura was another freshman, a friend of Naruto's who was Sasuke's fan girl. The only thing is, Sasuke doesn't like her and Naruto does. Whenever Sasuke turned her down she took it out on Naruto, usually hitting him over the head and calling him a baka. Once, she even used Naruto to make Sasuke jealous. Even after all that Naruto still claimed that he loved her and always would.

Hinata forced herself to stop thinking about him. It hurt so much, to see Naruto go after someone that clearly didn't want him. Hinata would gladly date him and show him what a real girlfriend would be like, but the blonde held only brotherly affection towards her.

Swinging the door to the kitchen open, she halted at seeing the amount of people there. All of the kitchen staff was busy, down to the last apprentice cook. Hinata blinked as one of them bowed to her.

"Hinata-sama," the cook said, finally rising. "Your father has requested that you, Hanabi and Neji be allowed out for supper. We need to prepare for tomorrows banquet."

Banquet? No one told me anything about a banquet, she huffed, thanking the chief and heading to find her sister and her cousin. Being told something at the last minute was nothing new to her, as her father often made sure to keep her out of the loop. Neji occasionally told her in passing, thinking she already knew. Hanabi had stopped telling her altogether, not wanting either of them to get in trouble when their father asked about what had happened.

Neji waved at her from the entrance hall. "Come on, let's go get dinner. Hanabi's already in the car."

Hinata nodded and grabbed her purple and tan sweater, pulling it on as she walked. The guards opened the door wide for her and she smiled at them. Some nodded at her, glad that at least one of the Hyuuga wasn't a snob, and others downright ignored her, siding with her father that she was useless.

Sighing, Hinata stepped into the front seat of the car, while Hanabi was pouting in the back. Hinata screwed her face into a grimace in the mirror and Hanabi couldn't contain the laughter that bubbled out.

"Stop being silly, you two," Neji grumped, his eyes on the road. He loved his cousins, but they could be so…. girly.

Hanabi shook her head, and then reached forward, grasping Neji's hair. "Oh, dear cousin," she said in a mock serious voice, "we think you are the silly one. Why keep your hair so well kept, if you are not a girl? We all know that you are secretly ga-"

"Say that word and I will throw you out of this car, at fifty miles an hour," Neji told her, not kidding.

Hinata and Hanabi remained deadly silent until they reached the restaurant.

Gaara rubbed his eyes, rummaging for breakfast. He was only in his bright red boxers and one sock that had been hiding under his bed for who knows how long. Chugging milk straight from the container, he wiped his mouth and sat at the table, glaring as his phone started to ring. Picking it up, the caller id read that it was someone fromhis father's house. He frowned, and pushed the talk button.

"…."

"It's me, you idiotic little brother," Temari groused.

"…."

"Whatever. I know you're there. Anyways, you have to attend a banquet tonight, dressed semi-formally at the very least. Don't pull any of that crap you did last time." Gaara smirked as he remembered that he had chosen to wear chains and a shirt that left some of the older ladies blushing. "It's at the Hyuuga mansion, and I will be picking you up tonight at seven. No excuses for not being there, you got it?"

Did she just say Hyuuga mansion? This isn't part of the plan, Gaara thought, running his fingers through his unruly hair. Well, sometimes you must improvise and this is the perfect opportunity. Sometimes, life is good.

"Temari, may I bring a guest with me?"

"Really? You want to actually bring a human, a real live, not scary emo human with you?"

"You make me sound like some kind of psycho."

"…."

"And you conveniently stop talking at that exact moment. Gee, thanks sis."

"Whatever. Bring your guest. But promise me you won't fuck this up, Gaara?"

"I promise."

"Good boy."

"…I'm not a dog."

Steam flooded the brightly lit bathroom, leaving the circular mirrors fogged up. Hinata stepped out of the shower, and lifted a thin turquoise robe onto her small frame. Towel drying her hair, she plugged the hair dryer in and set it on cold first, to help ease the temperature along so it wouldn't burn her face and ears.

Drying her hair out, she gently curled the ends of her kiddie bangs to make them stand out more. Then she started curling the side hair, making it seem more natural. Leaning across the white tiled sink space, she grasped a black hair clip. Holding her hair back, she clipped it, forming a half ponytail. The curls looked almost natural, leaving her face exposed for once, so she couldn't hide her face.

Debating on weather to put some make up on, Hinata shifted onto one foot. I don't really like makeup. But Father might throw a fit later. She bit her lip, and reached for some mascara, lightly applying it to make her lashes stand out. Then, she applied a thin coat of lip-gloss on, completing her look for the moment.

Facing herself in the mirror, Hinata couldn't believe it was really she. I look so different. She tucked one side of her bangs back, and fingered the soft tresses. I wish Mother could see me now. I think she would be proud of me, of Neji and of Hanabi. Oh mother, where have you gone!

Hinata slipped out of her bathroom, willing herself to think of the party she was to be attending. Wealthy families from Suna and Leaf would be in attendance, meaning that she needed to look her best or else she would fail her father. Again.

On her bed, lay the dress that she was to wear. Most of the time, her father made her wear traditional kimonos, but there would be some Americans coming as well, and he wanted to impress them.

Gently, she lifted the dress up, examining the beauty that she held. The dress was the color of the sky at night, extending as far as her ankles as she held it closely against her body. The top slit in the middle, exposing some of the skin, but not enough that she would object to wearing it. A strand of another material was on each side starting from below the chest to about her knees. It was black and rough to the touch. The fabric of the whole thing held some sort of magic, or so it seemed to Hinata as she stared at it, because of the tiny silver sparkles that sprinkled the length of the dress.

"So beautiful…"

"So beautiful…"

Gaara couldn't contain the soft utterance at seeing Hinata all dressed up. If he had been one of those old style cartoon characters he would have whistled like an idiot, and then tried to slap her butt. But this was reality and he couldn't very well do that with everyone around. Especially with the tiny midget next to him.

The guest he had asked to bring along was in fact, Konohamaru. He was nervous, as exhibited when he tugged at the pastel striped shirt his aunt had forced him to wear. Franticly, he searched the crowd, trying to find tiny little Hanabi among the masses of much larger grown ups. Pouting, he faced Gaara, closing one eye.

"What did you say?" he asked, curiously, blinking.

"Nothing. Just go forward. And stop tugging on your shirt."

Gaara's reprimand was cut short, since he too was tugging on his shirt. His blood red silk shirt was itchy as hell, as well as his black trousers. Sighing, he placed his pale hand on the mass of hair that Konohamaru had, and guided him around the middle of the dance floor, looking out for Hinata in case she was around again.

Much as he hated to admit it, the inside of the Hyuuga mansion was even more beautiful than the outside. The hall was large, with subtle decorations scattered around the rim. Gaara was even more delighted that the same guards that had chased him and cursed him when he left flowers for his hime let him in, one even offering a small smile at him when Gaara thanked him. It was so ironic it was funny.

Temari met up with him before he could catch the shy and blushing Hyuuga and he pouted like a child denied his favorite treat (which is the truth. Hinata, stalking people). She was dressed in black, with a red sash around her slim waist. In front of her face, she held a tan fan with three purple circles around the middle. She felt the urge to slap her youngest brother, but considering all the witnesses she chose not to, and would do it when she crashed at his apartment.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" She fanned herself and winked at a butler, watching his face flame immensely. She continued winking at him until Gaara, who felt he could be doing better things (i.e. searching for Hinata) glared at him, sending the poor boy scurrying away for his life. Temari glared at her brother, sticking her tongue at him.

"No. Why am I here anyway?" Gaara asked, making it seem like it was hell. If he didn't see Hinata soon it would be.

Rolling her eyes, Temari said, "You are a Sabaku. Even if you aren't exactly like the rest of us." Temari looked at Konohamaru, who shrank.

What a scary lady, he thought, trying to hide behind Gaara, grabbing the teens pants near his knees and shrinking as Temari came closer.

"Ah, aren't you cute," she cooed as she advanced.

Konohamaru was out of her range in ten seconds flat.

Hinata followed Neji like a puppy, clutching onto his pale sleeve. It annoyed him to no end but he allowed it, since it meant less work keeping hormonally challenged people away from her. Hanabi was trotting behind them; disgusted at the skirt her father had made her wear. She kept tugging at it and muttering god knows what under her breath, the swears coming from all the time she spent with the guards.

Suddenly, a brunette child shot out of the crowd, knocking Hanabi to the ground with the intruder on top of her. She was holding her breath to yell when she saw that it was Konohamaru, a friend that she cherished more than anything.

"Eeepppp!" she screeched, pushing him off of her. Her face was beet red, and she looked like she was ready to run.

Not her too! Neji groaned, slapping his forehead. He pulled the scruff of Konohamaru's jacket, lifting him to about Neji's waist. "What did you do that for?"

"I d-didn't mean to," Konohamaru stuttered, his eyes darting to Hanabi and then back to Neji.

"Konohamaru, what are you doing here?" Hanabi asked, smoothing her vividly pink skirt down. Hinata caught on to her sister's tone and smiled. Looks like her little sister had a crush on this Konohamaru.

"Neji, could you please put him down?" Hinata asked her cousin, putting a hand onto his shoulder. Neji glared at her, then saw the pointed look she was throwing at Hanabi who was still quite red in the face. He sighed. Protecting his cousins wasn't easy. Releasing the kid, he growled and walked away, making sure that he was close enough to watch them and yet far away that they had some sort of security to say what they wanted.

"Konohamaru," a deadpan voice said. The trio turned around.

Gaara was standing a foot away, his face showing utter boredom. Hinata's breath caught in her throat and she tried not to stare.

He's so handsome. I can't believe how lucky some kids are with the way that they look. It must be natural for him.

"You didn't have to run away," Gaara said, coming closer.

"That lady is scary," whispered Konohamaru, not wanting Hanabi to hear him.

She did anyways.

"You're afraid of a girl?" Hanabi taunted, watching Konohamaru blush. She stuck her tongue out at him and ran into the crowded floor. He followed closely behind, tugging on her shirt as he passed her.

Nervously, Hinata searched for Neji in the crowds. He seemed to have disappeared, leaving her with the red headed stranger. Shyly, she turned towards him, and bowed. "My name is Hyuuga Hinata," she whispered.

"Sabaku Gaara," was his name. He bowed as well, and tilted his head to the side, studying her. Blushing, she looked away, and said, "Are you enjoying the party?"

"It is…. okay," he said. The party was awful, but getting to see Hinata, dressed like a princess from a fairy tale was definitely worth it.

"Were you forced to come?" she asked sympathetically. Her father required her to come as well, though she didn't know why. A quick guess was that he wanted it to seem as if he loved her and treated her like he did Neji and Hanabi, though most knew it was just a sham.

Nodding, Gaara smirked. "Though now I see it was worth it. You're really beautiful."

Hinata blushed, and started poking her fingers together, a habit that she had broken except for the most for when she was really embarrassed or around Naruto.

He thinks I'm beautiful? But I thought I was just plain. This Gaara person must be delusional, or else really nice. I can't tell which, though at least he seems nice. I hope he is. Oh, Neji where are you when I need you?!

Neji, finally seeing that his precious cousin was being ogled at by a complete good-looking stranger (well, he didn't think Gaara was good looking) raced over to her and gently took her elbow. "And who is this, Hinata?" he asked, glaring at Gaara.

"This is Sabaku Gaara, Neji," she threw her cousin a pleading look, not wanting the stranger to leave. He seemed like someone she could get along with, which was rare, since she mostly stuck to her small pack of friends.

"Well, Hinata, we need you over here," Neji lied, pulling her along with him. To Gaara he said, "I guess we will be seeing you around Gaara."

"Oh, you will," Gaara said, hands in pockets. He smirked. "I know I'll be seeing you around, Hinata."

"Bye, Gaara!" Hinata yelled, blushing and waving.

Yes, I think he's just in the nice category.

AN.

Err…sorry for the long wait. Like I said before, I was behind on my other fics…. then I got sick and I had to lie down for long amounts of time. I couldn't even sit. But I'm fine so no worries. I'll try to update more often.

First, the Hyuuga's have a large staff of chiefs, yet they make Hinata cook. That is cause they want her to gain some wife type skills.

Hinata is not falling for Gaara just yet. She just thinks he is nice and was flattered when he complimented her.

I wasn't trying to make fun of Temari. It's just that she has a very strong personality and younger kids might find her scary.

That's all. Please review!