A/N: Here it is. I hope you like it.

"I am here," were the last words Hinata was able to make out, for what followed next was a blur of terror. She remembered opening her eyes to see the puddle of blood at her bended legs. Her body was being held tightly. Gaara had come. Her exposed skin was showered with bits of live human tissue that was jumping and still pulsing. Gaara's lips were next to her ear, and she could make out his craving for more blood. "Bitter." She knew what he meant. Gaara let go of Hinata to look into her eyes. She saw the true demon in them. She saw the raw evil force that consumed Gaara everyday. There was nothing that could stop him from loving the taste of blood. The sand, his sand looked for the intact limbs that were still identifiable, circling and sucking out every last drop of the red substance. Hinata could do nothing but stare at the dark corner of the room, where the head of the man with a gapping mouth and horrified eyes had twitching nerves that made it seemed like he was still in pain.

"Korimo, stupid man." Gaara's voice was cold and malevolent. He was searching for ways to further enjoy the kill he had badly craved a few minutes ago when he found his Hinata being touched by the filthy man. He would of tortured him, if he knew he had further touched her; but he knew the man had not gotten as far as he had wanted. His whole body had reacted and in an instant the man had been crushed alive by the sand particles. His hot crimson liquid, that showered Hinata and himself, excited Gaara so much that he could not control Shukaku.

He spotted the head of the once trusted sand nin. His expression brought a menacing smile to Gaara's lips. He could already taste the bitter flavor of blood. He was so arouse that he forgot that Hinata was watching, almost in a hypnotic way, every move he made. His finger tips entered his mouth as the sand finally encapsulated the head of the vile man and crushed it into a second shower of blood.

Hinata's scream brought Gaara into full alert of her presence. He looked into her shaking eyes that had released a waterfall of tears. Her hands covered her mouth, and within seconds she collapsed. Gaara moved closer to the fainted girl, whose delicate skin was covered in the liquid Gaara loved. She was so beautiful at that moment that Gaara could not imagine anything that would ever look more appealing.

His sand traveled all her expose skin, cupping her rounded breast and cradling her body to better feel all of her. She was made for holding, not scrawny but full and soft in places a girl should be. She was made to be held, to be protected. She was his. Shukaku realized that he was made to hold her, to protect her, to have her as his.

"Gaara!" The shock on Rumi's voice was covered by the deep fear she felt.

"Rumi-san. You've come at a good time. I have a big craving for you." Gaara was not stupid. He knew that only an accomplice would know the location of this hide out. He was also still in great need of blood, it seemed Hinata had excited him to a new limit this night.

"Sir, I...I came to...I mean I found..." her words were cutoff by the encircling sand that covered her shaking body. She knew she was a skilled warrior but she would never stand a chance against Gaara. "I did it for Suna, sir. The Hyuga master knows that our village needs help; he can help Suna progress!" She felt him hesitate, maybe half-truths would make him understand, "I love you sir, I do. I did it for you and this village that I know you love and would protect above all else. I could never approach you unless you knew I had help our village." Gaara listen and analyzed her story. "She is an outsider, she is a delicate little miss that cannot survive in her own clan. You know as well as I that the weak do not live long. She is not destine to be a leader, nor is she destine to be with you, sir." Rumi looked at the blood-covered body of the weak girl. Gaara had to understand that getting rid of Hinata was the only way of making everything well in their village.

"I shall not allow you to kill her." Gaara was not going to fall for the false words of a traitorous woman. "And if indeed you love me then you will have much pleasure in my killing of your beautiful body," licking his lips Gaara added, "I shall savor your blood, you spiteful bitch." Gaara moved his hand to crush Rumi's left foot, it exploded. Rumi's scream was enticing to the monster with in him. He loved the way her limb had made a cracking noise before releasing the rain of blood.

"Please...I will do anything. Please." Rumi's pleas only added to Gaara's further thirst of blood. He wasted no time in lifting her whole body up with his sand and crushing her right foot, "AHHH!!!!"

"Rumi-san, do you still love me?" Gaara mocked her with a hurtful tone.

"Nobody will ever love you." Rumi's eyes were full of tears and her body was starting to convulse from the trauma of the pain, "look at you...Monster." She used her last breath to inflict the damage she knew she could, "she will never love you. She will never love anybody like you. You are sick, you are revolting. Nothing but a blood thirsty demon that is mentally unstable. She will never ever love you. Nobody will." He finally clasped both hands together and ended her pathetic existence.

Gaara turned once again to the unconscious girl, she needed to get clean up and rest. He picked her and allowed the gush of sand to take them back to his house.

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Gaara sat at the top of his favorite tree in the garden. He had already taken a shower and changed into new clothes. It was past two in the morning, he should be resting; but the truth was that he was still not use to sleeping. It was a habit that only brought forth unpleasant images, or unfilled fantasies that left him bathed in perspiration.

As the cold desert wind played with his hair, he thought of the beautiful blue haired enchantress. She had managed to bring her laughter, her beautiful playfulness into his home. Her smile alone would change his whole day. She was everything he wanted, but could never attain.

Gaara knew he would have to tell her the truth. He could not hide the conspiracy against her anymore.

"Gaara." Her voice traveled smoothly through the wind, singing through the flow of air.

"Why are you here?" He was not going to give away any of his emotions, he could not afford to show weakness in front of her, "leave."

"Thank you." She sat in the branch next to his; both facing the beautiful view of the night sky. "It's pretty high up here, you can see almost all of the village. And look it is a full moon tonight." Her manners betrayed her words, her hands kept on folding in and out.

"If you are scared, why do you stay?" He could not stand her fear of him, "leave."

"You saved me." She looked at his emotionless expression. "I felt you...inside me. I knew you would come." Her hands picked a nearby blossom, she played with it, "do you think I am like this flower?"

"What?" Her questioned had caught Gaara off guard.

"The flower is but a weak and helpless blossom, even though it grows from a strong firm tree." Her words were getting softer, "was it my father?" Hinata looked directly at Gaara, she needed to hear the truth.

"Yes." Gaara looked at her. She blinked twice before she crushed the blossom within her hand.

"I think that it is better that you accept my resignation now." Her words were even, "I will go back to Konoha in the morning. If he wants me dead... then I shall do my duty as a Hyuga."

"No." Gaara took Hinata into his embrace, "No, do you hear me. No. You will not be killed by your father. I will not allow it. I do not accept your resignation." Gaara voice was full of anger, "You do not belong to your father. If you are like the flower, than I shall cut you from the tree, even if I have to chop the tree from its roots to keep you."

"Gaara." Her arms went instantly around him.

"Are you scared of me?" He did not want her rejection.

"No." Her acceptance made the world vanish, instantly she was being placed down on a cove inside the tree. Her body was being showered by kisses. "I need to taste you tonight, be mine Gaara-kun." Her words ignited a burning fire inside him.

"Are you sure?" He would not be able to hold back again. He was in the brink of insanity caused by blinding pleasure.

"Yes."

Hinata removed her robe gently, exposing her nude body slowly to the red-headed, whose eyes favored a dark greenish color. Her body was spectacular, its creamy texture was begging to be lick, bitten, and suckled on. Gaara's mouth found crevasses that needed further exploration. His hands roamed freely through the valleys that her body made. Moan of delight escaped both of them. Gaara finally found a reason for his existence; to taste this beautiful fruit that was only offered by his Hinata. Her flavor was sweet as always, her mouth was velvety; her hot saliva becoming an intoxicating nectar. He used her own saliva to stimulated her response, fingering her folds that protected her womanhood. Gaara manhood was already pressing into her lower thigh. She was opening herself like a true blossom begging to get taken. He drove harder into her, until her head started shaking uncontrollably, he knew what she needed. Her hips undulated into his hard belly, she needed him now.

Gaara held her down, he entered her cautiously until he reached her barrier. She opened her eyes, they stared into each others' worlds. Both realizing that life was never going to be the same. Hinata had found that his strength was what kept her going, that his easy manner with his siblings help her understand his fear of rejection. She need of his cute bear that he held in his arms at night when he was extremely depress (she had used her byukugan on him several times). Gaara would always fight for his village, he would die for his siblings, and he would someday find a woman worth his love. He forcefully pushed his way into her, and her pain was kept in with a bite to her own tongue.

"You bit your tongue so you would not scream, why?" Gaara was so deep inside her; yet he was fully concern for her.

"I do not want to be weak anymore." She rocked her body forward, the pain was still very much present.

"Stop...too soon." Gaara wanted her body to adjust to his. "Damn." Hinata did not stop and he could not hold back any longer. He capture her lips and force her tongue into his mouth, the sweet taste of her blood increased his need, and his thrusting became violent. He used his full force to pump into Hinata. She felt the need to become stronger instantly and met his thrust every time, her pleasure was wonderful. She felt free, like she needed this to reach heaven. She came three times before Gaara finally allowed himself to come into her.

Throughout the night, Gaara and Hinata took each other violently several times. He forced her to experience the most beautiful feelings of ecstasy, while she timidly held his heart in her hands every time. She met all his needs, and never cowered at the new experience Gaara would whispered into her ear. Some time before sunrise, Hinata felt Gaara's heavy breathing. It had been hard to wake up before he did, since he normally did not sleep; that last time had been hard on him, he must of finally needed some rest.

Hinata took her last piece of clothing, and looked at the man sleeping calmly. He was so strong and handsome, "one day you will find that special woman, Gaara-kun. I love you so much, but I would only be a burden to you. Good-bye my Kazekage." Hinata did not cry, she was not going to be weak anymore. She was going to face her father, and if her destiny was to die for the sake of her clan than she shall confront death with a brave face. She would not run away from her responsibility. She did not return to the house, jumping out of the protection of the grand tree she left Suna and Gaara behind.

A/N: I am thinking that maybe in the end, which shall be soon, I should write more on their various positions----I don't know yet.

And thanks for reviewing. I try to take all comments into consideration when updating- remember though that I am a poor writer.