Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, Gaara and Hinata would end up together and life would be unicorns and rainbows.
"Turn yourself in? That's crazy!"
Almost as crazy as the girl she killed.
"I have to! I killed someone," pleaded Hinata to Temari as she glanced at Matsuri's lifeless body.
"At one point or another, we've all killed someone," argued Naruto.
Temari shook her head, "That's not going to make her feel better!"
"Temari's right," Kiba agreed, "Naruto, it'd be best if you just kept your mouth shut."
"I have to go to the police! I have to turn myself in," Hinata hysterically exclaimed as she began to cry.
"Gaara! What do you have to say about this?"
Gaara sighed, "Get rid of the body. Tonight never happened and that is final."
He picked up a silent Hinata bridal-style and took her outside to his motorcycle. She lay emotionless as he strapped on the extra helmet and placed her on the back seat of his Harley Davidson.
The rest of the Shinobi besides Kiba and Shikamaru who were currently disposing of the body, headed towards their vehicles.
Naruto noticed Hinata's limp body, "Hinata, if you don't hold onto Gaara, you're going to die."
Everyone stood still in a pregnant silence. Hinata's eyes became glassy and she dug her face into Gaara's back.
Everyone glared at Naruto.
"Naruto, I must personally speak to you about your certain choice of vocabulary later on tonight."
Why can't Naruto acknowledge the immense effort Gaara puts in not strangling him?
Gaara turned on his motorbike and rode into the night.
Naruto looked around to find deathly glares aimed at him, "What? Too soon?"
Way too soon.
It was a long silent drive back to the warehouse. Gaara parked his expensive motorcycle with the rest of the 'Shinobi' in tow. Hinata just followed behind as he unlocked the front doors.
Hinata ran upstairs to her room with tears running down her face.
"Hinata wait!"
Kiba put a hand on Gaara's shoulder, "Just let her go. She needs some time to cool off. It's her first homicide after all."
But would it be her last?
DUN. DUN. DUN.
One day Hinata will be okay with the blood stained on her hands.
Today is not that day.
Hinata ran inside her room and locked the door. She sighed and jumped into the bed. Tears began to run down her face as she enveloped herself in the thick blankets.
Gaara sighed, "You're right."
He crossed his arms as everyone went to their separate sleeping quarters, "Naruto, where in the hell do you think you're going?"
Naruto stopped tiptoeing and nervously turned around to see Gaara cracking his knuckles.
He gulped.
Well, at least he's lived a good life.
"It's been two days. She hasn't stepped outside of that room," Temari said with a sigh.
Naruto held two packs of frozen ice to his swollen, purple eyes, "Peehl ahh star to tawk ah thcool."
Kiba laughed, "We can't understand a word you're saying with that busted lip."
Naruto slammed his head against the kitchen counter top.
Repeatedly.
He surely learned his lesson this time.
Hopefully.
Shino pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose, "I think he was trying to say 'people at school are starting to talk'."
Kiba sighed, "It's true. For once in his life, Naruto's right. There's been ridiculous rumors going around."
Sasuke nonchalantly continued eating his pancakes, "It's true. I heard Gaara and Hinata eloped but the wedding was stopped by a pregnant Matsuri."
Kiba nodded, "And I heard that Matsuri and Gaara used to date in middle school and when Hinata found out, she went on a killing spree of the two."
Kankuro gaped, "That's ridiculous. Hinata could never-"
Oh wait.
She did.
Kankuro's sentence quickly faded into an inaudible volume.
Tenten sighed, "It gets worse. Some girls in the bathroom were saying that Gaara knocked up both of them, they teamed up to kill him, then Hinata and Matsuri supposedly fell in love and eloped, and now Gaara's mother is after them with her infamous butcher knife. The rumors have gotten pretty extreme."
Temari clutched the bridge of her nose, "Highschool.."
"How is Gaara taking it?"
Temari blinked.
"He hated Matsuri. He's glad she's dead but not at the expense of Hinata's happiness."
Or sanity.
"Where is he? I think someone should check up on him." said Kiba as everyone stood in a pregnant silence.
"Not it!" Temari yelled.
"Not me," retaliated Sasuke.
"Last time I did that, I almost got my throat slit. Count me and Akamaru out!"
The room erupted into 'No way!'s and 'I don't want to die today' from everyone except for one person.
The fool.
Temari smirked at Naruto, "Looks like we have a winner."
Naruto snapped his head up, "Nnnn! Noooh!"
Kiba and Shikamaru forced Naruto up from his seat and towards Gaara's room.
"Nooohh! I do whaver you wan! Whaver! Pleath! Nooo!" he screamed as he was dragged to Gaara's room.
He clutched at the flat floor boards as if his life depended on it.
Which at the current moment, it did.
Kiba knocked on Gaara's door, "Who's there?"
"Naruto!"
Kiba and Shikamaru let go of Naruto and ran back to the kitchen when they saw the doorknob turning.
Gaara looked down to a semi-smiling, nervous Naruto. He nonchalantly left the door open and returned to his computer.
"What do you want?"
Naruto quickly stood up and stiffly walked over to Gaara's desk, "Wha'ch doin?"
"Nothing. Go."
Naruto was not one to beat around the bush.
Or ignore the chance he would be able to get to spare his life.
He nodded and ran out of the room, shutting the door in the process. Gaara shook his head in disapproval as he returned to his previous actions.
'How to help your well, she's not exactly my girlfriend but I do love her (that must count for something) on how to get over her first homicide. The victim wasn't even the victim, she was planning on killing my Hinata. I also request advice on how to keep her from making any more potential psychotic friends. Thank you.' he typed into google.
It's a wonder on how the cyber police or the secret services hasn't arrested him yet.
I mean hello?
He just admitted to an online search engine that his 'girlfriend' has just committed manslaughter.
If you don't think he's sane then you're right.
Gaara scrolled through the useless results when he got so frustrated. He simply picked up the desktop, screen and all, and threw it out of the window.
It must not be Naruto's lucky day.
The heavy device landed on him just as he was on his way to buy some more ramen with Lee. Lee blinked at Naruto's splattered form and looked up to see Gaara. Gaara merely shrugged as Lee began plucking glass shards out of Naruto's body.
Gaara sighed.
He walked out of his room and headed towards Hinata's room. He knocked.
No answer.
"Hinata, please come out and eat."
Still nothing.
"Please?" Gaara pleaded with her through the wooden texture.
"Fine. I am going to knock down this door in five, four, three, tw-"
"GAARAAAAAAA!"
Gaara's eyes widened. He knew that voice. He knew it very well. Temari and Kankuro flew by him at the speed of light.
"What's she doing here?"
Temari turned around and shrugged, "We'll try to stall her!"
They ran downstairs in an attempt to prevent their murderous mother from destroying the 'Shinobi's home.
"Mom! What are you doing here?" asked a nervous Temari as her mother swung the butcher knife.
"I got a call today!"
Swing.
"Gaara's been skipping school yesterday and today!"
Swing.
"Where is he?"
And there goes another perfect wall.
"He's been here!"
"Why hasn't he gone to school?" she said as she took out her indestructible butcher knife out from the wall.
"Hinata refuses to come out of her room!" Kankuro exclaimed as the hits were now directed towards him.
"Where's Gaara?!"
Sai walked in the living room to see a butcher knife hit the wall, less than two centimeters away from his face. He blinked, nodded and left the room, "I'll be back later."
Gaara grit his teeth, "Hinata, please come out. My lunatic of a mother is about to come up here. I don't have much time."
Hinata stiffly stood up and unlocked the door. She made her way back to the bed and hid herself under the thick blankets.
Gaara's lips curved upwards.
He shut the door and locked it. He made his way to Hinata's side and he pat her head, affectionately.
Well, as affectionate as a serial killer can get.
"Hinata, please come eat."
Hinata shook her emotionless face, "Matsuri's never going to eat again and it's all my fault."
"Hinata, look, she was going to kill you. If she killed you, I would go crazy."
Crazier than he already is.
And we wouldn't want that now, would we?
Gaara sighed and pressed his lips to Hinata's forehead, "I love you."
Hinata innocently looked into his eyes, "Even though I killed someone?"
Gaara nodded and the ends of his lips turned upwards, "Even though you killed someone."
Hinata blushed and slightly smiled. He leaned down towards her and she closed her eyes, slightly puckering her lips.
The sound of a butcher knife making contact with the door stopped them in their tracks.
Aw fuck.
The door knob was quickly gotten rid of by Gaara's mother.
Such a lovely woman, isn't she?
Gaara quickly stood up and Hinata sat up, "Gaara's mom?"
"Mother, please calm down."
The woman's left eye twitched.
Gaara knew what was coming and quite frankly, he wasn't sticking around to see it.
He quickly rushed back Hinata and swiftly pressed his lips to hers, "Go eat."
Gaara turned around to face the scary woman with the murderous glint in her eyes.
That's probably where Gaara got it from.
Gaara rushed to the window, made an 'X' with his hands, "Hinata, this is the last time I ever use a window as an exit. I promise."
He jumped.
Karura clicked her tongue at the roof of her mouth, "He never learns does he?"
Karura returned to her cool composure and smiled at Hinata, "Hello dear."
Hinata gulped at Karura sat down at the edge of her bed, "Temari tells me that you've been avoiding school."
Hinata meekly nodded, "Why?"
"B-because well, it's a long and complicated story..." Hinata awkwardly said, attempting to hint at the fact that she didn't want to talk about.
Karura smiled at her, "I've got time."
Hinata sighed, "If I tell you, will you promise me that you won't tell anyone?"
Karura nodded, her lips in a tight line.
"I...I did something really bad. And I..." Hinata struggled with her words, "I'd rather not talk about it, really."
"I understand," Karura nodded and grabbed her butcher knife, "Guess I'm just going to have to pry it out of you now."
The sun gleamed on the shiny piece of silverware, "Nevermind! I'd rather talk about it now! I changed my mind!"
Karura set down the potential murder weapon down, "Much better."
"Someone was trying to kill me..."
"And?"
"I-I.."
Karura cocked an eyebrow, "Did you kill them?"
Hinata looked down and fumbled with her hands.
"I didn't think you had it in you. You don't really seem like the 'mug shot' type."
Hinata gulped.
"But don't worry," Karura threw her a flashing smile, "The second homicide is always the easiest."
How the hell would she know that?
Hinata widened her eyes.
Never mind.
She doesn't want to know.
She really does not.
Karura casually walked to the window, or well, what remained of it, "That was a good talk. Excuse me while I go find my idiot teenage son and commit second degree murder."
Hinata's eyes widened and her jaw dropped.
Karura laughed, "Kidding, I could never hurt my youngest."
Karura lifted it and inspected the butcher knife in her hand, "Well, not that much anyways."
And with that, the woman jumped through the what was left of the window.
"Gaara! Don't you run away from your lovely mother!"
Hinata sighed.
What had she gotten herself into by falling for Gaara?
Oh, she didn't know the half of it.
On the other side of town, Sakura slid a picture of Hinata across a wooden table, "That's her."
The mysterious man took a long drag of his cigarette, "That's her? The girl who killed my precious Matsuri?"
Sakura wasn't really entirely sure but she really needed Hinata dead. And now with Matsuri gone, she just needed to get rid of Hinata and Gaara would be all hers.
Or so she thought.
"Yeah, she's the one. Matsuri texted me that she planned on permanently getting rid of Hinata and I'm guessing she probably killed her. I haven't heard of her since and her phone was deactivated."
The mysterious man in the dark shadows nodded and threw the picture of Hinata on the floor. He took his heavy boot and stomped on it like a cancer stick, "Today is the day she dies."
He took off the safety of his gun.