Damn, we got a lot of snow coming down. I hope we have another snow day. Anyways, another chapter. And I started another story, a SasuHina. The first pairing I ever liked, but not my favorite. GaaHina is.
I don't own Blue October either. As much as would like to. And "White and Nerdy" is not mine either. Just read the story.
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Magnetic Attraction: Angel and Demon
Hinata stirred in her sleep, but lay crumpled under the heavy blanket, sweating her butt off. She threw it off, but stayed curled in a ball, not wanting to move. Someone else had something else in mind though.
"Get up, sleepy princess," Temari called, tugging lightly on her hair. Hinata groaned and burrowed farther away from the invasive hands that wouldn't stop tugging at her hair.
"Gaara come wake her up," Temari yelled out and Hinata could hear the footsteps coming closer.
"Get up," he said roughly, grabbing one of her arms and pulling. She slid out of the bed with a thump, falling onto her butt.
"You guys are mean," she said, rubbing her head, and finally opening her eyes. Temari and Gaara stood over her, smirking. Groaning, Gaara pulled her up and said, "You didn't forget about our little date did you?"
Blushing, Hinata shook her head. How could she forget something as important as this?
"Hm…. I should call Neji though, he might be worried," Hinata said, getting up off the cold floor. "Do you mind if I use your phone?"
"Not at all. Just avoid Kankuro out there. He's far from a morning person." Temari winked at Hinata, who shrugged and walked away, off to call her dear cousin.
The phone ringed several times, before a timid maids voice answered. Hinata asked for Neji and the maid immediately gave it to him. He grumbled into the phone, thinking it was Lee, his friend, but when he found it was Hinata, he started in on chastising her.
"I'm fine really," she told him for the tenth time, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration. Gaara and Temari were watching her for fun as well as tickling the middle child with a feather. Well, Temari was anyways. Not that Gaara didn't smirk when his brother jolted awake, smacking his head with his hand. Hinata giggled.
"What's so funny?" Neji asked sourly.
"Nothing. I'm fine really Neji, I love you, see you when I get home, okay bye!"
Hinata hung the phone up, sighing. Her cousin could act like a brother at the worst times. But it was better than when they had been younger. Hinata refused to think about it.
"That was mature," Gaara, commented, still only in his boxers, his pendent hanging along his chest. He walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her, letting her feel his bare chest against her back. She blushed but he lifted her up off the ground, twirled her and then threw her onto the couch, making her squeal. She giggled up at him and pouted.
"You're mean!" she said, crossing her arms. Temari shook her head and followed her other brother into the kitchen to make breakfast. She might want a little sister, but too much sugar and sweetness was not her thing. She might just get cavities.
Hinata turned to Gaara, wiping her forehead. "So, what are we doing today?" she asked, curling up into a ball like a dark kitten.
Smirking Gaara said, "It's a surprise. I'll tell you when we get there."
Hinata shrugged and then smelled the air. Wrinkling her nose, she asked, "What is that awful smell?"
"Temari tried to cook again. She might be a female but Kankuro is the one that cooks in the house," Gaara explained.
Hinata's face lit up. Hehe, I can just imagine his older brother in a pink daisy apron with two kids hanging off of him! She couldn't help but giggle.
Gaara raised an eyebrow, but she didn't want to embarrass the elder Sabaku. She shrugged and quickly asked, "Um, do you mind getting me my clothes? They should be clean by now right?"
"Hn." Gaara got up and grabbed her clothes, while Hinata went to help make breakfast. She let Kankuro make eggs, while she made the toast and some hash browns. When Gaara returned Hinata could read the hungry look in his eyes.
"Looks good doesn't it?" she asked, inhaling the scrumptious smell of the food.
"Hn."
Temari threw her hands up into the air. "Back to the 'hn' thing again! Damn you bastard, you get straight A's show off that vocabulary!"
"Un."
Hinata hid her smile behind her hand when Temari looked her way. For once, Hinata wasn't worried about being faster or stronger. She was at ease and calm, much like she was when she was home alone in her room, or with Kiba and Shino or Neji and Hanabi. These people might be practically strangers but they wormed their ways into her heart, Gaara having been able to pierce the shell of shyness that surrounded Hinata like a perimeter. Feeling grateful, she chowed down on her food and talked to the family.
"So, I heard that you two have a date?" Kankuro asked, sprinkling large amounts of salt onto his eggs while spreading ketchup on his hash browns. "Gaara, don't get the poor girl pregnant. She's too cute to carry a child at this time and age."
"W-what?" Hinata asked, blushing harder. "Gaara would never do that to me!" She poked her fingers together, thinking, oh crap, I'm doing it again. I can't stop! Stop fingers, stop!
Gaara kicked him under the table, hard enough to bruise later. Kankuro yelped and hit his knee on the durable wood, cursing his little brother for being such a dam brat. "Should have been nicer," he said, taking a large bite of egg.
"And anyways, Hinata isn't that type of person," Temari said, putting her streaked hair into their custom four pigtails at the back of her head. "Sorry guys, I have work."
"So you aren't going to be around?" Hinata looked almost like a puppy denied a bone.
Temari affectionately patted the younger girl's head. "Don't worry, I'm sure that you will be seeing plenty of me." She hopped over to the entrance of the house and said with a small wink at Gaara, "You might want to buy condoms just in case."
"Fuck you Temari!"
Hinata, finally dressed and blush free, sat on the couch, hiding a yawn with her hair and hands. She had slept fairly well for being in a new place and hadn't wanted to get out of bed. Gaara's room had also smelled just like him, and she liked the way he smelled. During her sleep she had cuddled closer to the blanket and said his name with a smile, though she didn't remember doing so.
Gaara walked into the room, a wad of cash in his hand being put into a black wallet with a hanging chain, just in case they needed the cash. He tucked it into his back pocket and said, "Let's go."
Hinata pulled on the sleeves of her jacket, glad that the other two had gone off to work. Gaara's siblings were fun but they really liked to make her blush and stammer stupidly whenever they could. Spending time with Gaara alone was a gift that she would enjoy.
Slipping into the passenger seat, Hinata buckled her seatbelt and Gaara turned the car on, let it idled and then sped out of the parking lot, making sure to look first before pulling out. Getting into a car accident was not high on his priority list.
Hinata laid her head against the see through glass. It was cold.
"You might want to get some sleep," he said, turning his cd player on low with the soft music of Blue October soothingly playing in the background. "It's a pretty long ride and we won't stop for awhile. Not much else to do."
"That's okay." She smiled and leaned further back, closing her eyes. "I think I'll just be like this for awhile."
Scrunching his nose up, Gaara rolled his eyes, and Hinata could faintly hear him chuckle. Smiling on the inside, she casually asked, "So, we are going somewhere far away? Will we get back before dark?" Hinata didn't want to miss school, since she needed more practice and she wouldn't be allowed to go to the track if she missed school.
"Hn." Back to speaking in small words. Hinata pouted, but let it go. She would find out sooner or later. For now she might as well get some much needed and sought after sleep…
Two hours later, Hinata slowly awoke, rubbing her eyes. She sat up, and yawned, stretching. Turning, she realized they had stopped moving and Gaara was outside of the car.
Stepping out, Hinata came up behind him, a silly idea from her childhood popping up. Quietly as she could, she snuck up behind the unsuspecting red head and jumped him from behind, latching her arms around his neck and bringing him down onto the ground. She landed on top, his face near the ground.
"So, you like to be on top, huh?" he asked. As soon as she could blink she found herself back down on the ground, with a smirking Gaara straddling her waist.
"So, why did you do that?"
She fought against the hands holding her arms down. "I do it to Neji all the time, and Kiba does it to me."
Gaara's smirk faded away, replaced with a scowl. He got up off her, but not before he set a harsher kiss on her forehead, leaving her burning.
Rubbing the spot, she thought, did I do something wrong? He seems angrier than before.
Gaara had stalked away, leaning on a tall tree. Hinata finally took the area in and gasped.
The land was mountainous and jagged, looking rough. Grass was scattered here and there as well as patches of the native flowers. Gaara had chosen a spot near the middle of the mountain they were on at the moment. There was a picnic table off to her right with a basket on the top and the tree even had a red and gold blanket like hammock.
Grinning, Hinata raced over to Gaara, not thinking of how eager she was to please him. "It's so pretty up here!" she said, taking Gaara's hands in her own and pulling him up. He resisted, but gave up when he saw her expression. She pulled him along to the hammock and nestled herself in, almost falling out in the process.
Gaara, realizing what she dragged him to the spot for, slowly and carefully got in as well, trying not to rock the hammock so she wouldn't fall out on her butt. Squeezing in, Gaara grunted, leaving Hinata amused.
Hinata had thought that they could effortlessly fit in with room to spare but she had been proven wrong. She alone took up most of the room, so Gaara had to scrunch up closer to her, so he wouldn't fall out onto the hard dusty earth below.
"Um, maybe only one of us should be in here at a time," Hinata suggested, blushing. Gaara was rather close and she could feel his breath tickling her sensitive neck.
"No this is perfectly fine." To conserve space, or so Hinata thought, Gaara wrapped an arm around her head and brought it right up against his chest while his other arm brought her waist closer, also pressing on him. "Cozy, don't you think?"
Hinata could smell his distinct scent, a mix of wood and rain. Blushing, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, but noiselessly, so Gaara wouldn't hear her. It seemed he didn't.
"No more sleeping," he said roughly, messing her hair up and shifting more to the top of the contraption that kept that stable. She felt his pendant up above her head and raised her head to look up at the red head.
"I love your necklace," she said, licking her dry lips.
"It's one of the only material things that I consider precious to me," he said, unearthing the hourglass out from underneath his jacket and holding it for her to take. She brushed her fingertips along his and she felt a small spark. Ignoring it, she took the pendent into her hands and let the grains of sand fall through. She didn't notice that Gaara was watching her.
"Why? Did someone important give it to you?" Hinata didn't mean to be nosy, but she really wanted to get to know Gaara more. He was complicated, and she could sometimes get most of what he said, but he was still a bit of a mystery to her.
"My dad gave it to me. It was my mother's."
Hinata gulped. His voice had gotten lower and she could feel the low vibrations in his chest when he had spoken the word dad. He didn't seem too fond of this man. Hinata could whole-heartedly agree with him. Maybe they were somewhat alike.
"I see. One of my most favorite things is my mom's martial arts outfit. She would spend hours teaching me and Neji to defend ourselves." Hinata smiled sadly, feeling Gaara's arms tighten around her.
"You miss her."
Hinata nodded. Her mom had been breathtaking, full of life and love. Her past hadn't been too pretty, but she would never dwell on the bad for too long. She would smile and just say that she had been given this path for a reason and she would follow it to the end. When she died, Hinata had thought at first that death was the end of her path. Now, she knew that her mother's path was still going on. As long as people who had known her were still alive, her mother would still have a path to walk on.
"My mom was the only thing that made my dad sane," Hinata whispered. "He loved her more than anything, and when she died he was devastated. More than anything I had wanted to reverse time, make it so that she was still alive, just for his sake. But now, he can't even look at me. Neji says it's because I look like my mother, but that's not true. I think it's cause I fail at everything, and she was perfect at everything. I can't measure up."
Hinata's body shook as she cuddled closer to Gaara. He didn't push her back, like her father had when she had sought comfort from him after learning of her mother and her uncle's death. He didn't yell insults and pull her hair like Neji had. He just held her close and let her shake in his grasp, patting her head softly and soothingly.
"You don't fail at everything and much as we like to think it, our parents aren't always perfect. We all have our faults and our strengths." Gaara put his chin on her head. "I think your fine the way you are and if your dad can't see that then he sure is a bastard."
"My father and I don't get along either," Gaara continued. "He doesn't like me because I was in the car when me and my mother were hit by another car. The driver had been drunk and had hit us head on. My mom died on the scene, but all I got was a faint scar on my forehead." He lifted his hair and showed her the almost heart shaped scar above his left eyebrow. "He wished that I had died, instead of her. When I was younger, and he would beat me, I almost wished I had. But now, I have Temari and Kankuro, some odd friends at school-and you."
Hinata raised her head. It seemed that Gaara could get her past easily and she could get his. No one else had seemed to get this close to her in such a short time. Even Neji and Kiba had had to work to get her to pour her heart out to them. But with Gaara, it was like it was natural and needed.
"Well, I'm glad that you are alive," she said softly, blushing. It was the truth.
He grinned at her. "So am I." Lightly brushing his lips across her forehead, he rolled off the hammock, nearly bringing her with him.
"I didn't bring you here for that," he said, picking the basket off the picnic table. Gaara brought it over to where Hinata sat in the middle of the hammock and placed it down. Propping the thing open, he revealed sandwiches and chips, as well as some soda and water. "I thought we could play a game while we eat."
"What game?" Hinata asked, as Gaara handed her a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She accepted it as well as some salt and vinegar chips and a coke.
"Truth or dare," Gaara said, serving him a turkey sandwich with sour cream and onion chips and some water. He sat back and said, "Truth or dare?"
This should be interesting…I guess. "Truth."
Gaara munched on his sandwich. "Hm…what is your favorite band?"
Odd question. "Evanescence."
Hinata took a bite of her sandwich and drowned it with a swig of coke. "Uh, truth or dare?"
Gaara's eyes glinted. "Truth."
"Oh, um, what's your favorite color?"
"Red."
Oh, stupid Hina it is the color he wears all the time!
Finishing his sandwich, Gaara asked again, "Truth or dare?"
I think I'll try a dare. When she said she would take a dare, she didn't really think of what Gaara would make her do.
He thought over it a second and waved a chip in the air. "I dare you to kiss me. Anywhere you want."
Flustered, Hinata said, "What?"
Gaara narrowed his eyes at her. "I said anywhere. It's not like I'm stealing your first kiss or something."
Relaxing, Hinata nodded. He had said she could kiss him anywhere. Good, I like Gaara but I don't think I want to give him my first kiss. I still don't totally know him.
As red as she could be, Hinata leaned over and tenderly kissed Gaara on the cheek, pulling back bit-by-bit. She smiled with a teeny blush on her face and said, "Truth or dare?"
Gaara shook his head for a second. "Dare."
I guess he's just going to copy what I say. What should I make him do? Hm…
Hinata snapped her fingers. "I dare you to sing white and nerdy!"
Gaara's eyebrow was now hidden underneath his hair. "Do I have to?"
She nodded.
Gaara snorted. Lovely.
They see me mowin' my front lawn
I know they're all thinkin' I'm so
White and nerdy
Think I'm just too white and nerdy
Think I'm just too white and nerdy
Can't you see I'm white and nerdy
Look at me I'm white and nerdy
I wanna roll with the gangstas
But so far they all think I'm too
White and nerdy
Think I'm just too white and nerdy
Think I'm just too white and nerdy
I'm just too white and nerdy
Really, really white and nerdy
Hinata started cracking up and fell onto the ground, laughing. Gaara snorted, and tackled her again bringing her to the ground.
For some reason, it felt like it was natural to just be here with him.
AN: woo! An update.
So yeah, Gaara's mom was killed by a drunk driver. It's all up there in the story.
Temari can't cook eggs. And I found that I can't either. Sad. Oh well, I should hire Kankuro.
Yes, Truth or dare in a chain of mountains. Romantic, no?
I was originally going to use "The Happy Song" but I couldn't find who sings it and I'm lazy so I used White and Nerdy.
Yes, there is lots of swearing. Oh well.
Please review!