AN: wow. I suck. Um. Here's the next part to g&tr. I hope you like it. Sorry for the delay. P.s. this is a month from the last post. (In the story)
Disclaimer: I'll never own Naruto, but I'll always dream.
Gaara and the Rain.
Chapter Eleven; Now I feel Like I don't know you.
This morning would be the worst morning in ages for the both of them. For the time had come for war. The waking up would be the most terrible sickening feeling, you could ever feel once you realized what was happening.
Hinata awoke to the sound of tea cups clanking in a near distance. The maid? Wait. Weren't we in the Leaf Village? Squinting her eyes, and then blinking, her vision came to her, and she noticed the sandy brick colored walls, the smooth tan tapestries. Hinata grit her teeth and rolled over, sitting straight up on the bed. "What is this?" she demanded lightly as she stared around the room. There were maids everywhere!
One of the maids looked up and bowed lightly. "Ma'am" she answered calmly as she walked, well…glided towards Hinata' side of the bed, and took her hand in hers and said. "Sir told us, not to tell you anything, until he arrived." The woman's eyes were soft. She looked very upset because of the tone of her voice, and her facial expression.
"H-Has something...T-t-terrible happened?" Hinata asked, obviously nervous.
The maids hands clenched tighter onto Hinata' hands. "W—" the woman's reply was broken off by a reply from a different voice.
"Yes. Something Bad has happened." Kiba's voice spoke from the door.
Hinata turned and stared at him, what she saw was terrible. His eyes were blocked off by a black blindfold, his left arm was in a sling, and his body was covered in scratches. He looked as if he had just hugged a suicide bomber on acid. Hinata gasped and jumped out of bed, her hair falling over her eyes for a split second, causing her to stumble. Onto the floor she went, and when she stood up, Kiba was tilting his head, as if he had seen it all.
"Tsk, Hina..." His gentle hands grasped her under arm and lifted her to the bed. "What gentle feelings you have." He murmured.
"Kiba…you sound different. What happened" she asked, staring up at his face, putting her hand on his shoulder lightly to say that she was there.
Kiba sighed and shook his head, putting his hand on her hand that rested on his shoulder. "Such a good friend, you are." He whispered. " But I cannot tell you what happened just yet. Gaara ordered us not to" he said lightly, kind of ashamed.
"But that's not …fair" she whispered in response. "You look terrible, like you got in a fight, and I can hardly think who would want to fight you Kiba, what does Gaara think I'm imagining happened. So far as I can tell something bad has happened to the Village, or I would not be here!" she retorted cleverly.
Kiba's eyebrows would have risen if it were visible. "You are…very smart, m' dear." Kiba paused, lifted his hand and guided his lips to her forehead. "But, its best to wait for Gaara…he is better with you than I." he said as he stood from where he was. Turning he said, "Gaara wishes to see you as soon as you are ready, in the dining area, dress your finest." And then Kiba left her sight.
It was at that moment that Hinata noticed that Akamaru was missing; the dog was always with Kiba. What could have happened that could have separated them? Hinata thought, terrible feelings coming over her. Scrambling to her feet, from the bed, she ran to her wardrobe closet. Finding the finest she could wear even though she was sure it would be ruined and she would never be able to wear it.
With Gaara
"Gaara! You know how much we put into keeping her alive, and now you want to take her back?" demanded a familiar dark haired boy. Shikamaru stood glaring at Gaara with his hands clenched, his hair to his side, a large scar on the side of his face. His body was in the same condition as Kiba. A few other Ninja from the village sat around the table, all in the exact same condition as the other two.
"I know what you mean Shikamaru, but I have to. She might have a clue as to what happened." Gaara growled as he pressed his foot against the glass window, his hands clasped underneath his chin, his eyes glaring at the flowers below him. Gaara himself had marks upon his face. His left eye was covered with a light patch, and there was a large bruise on his neck and jaw, his kimono top was hanging over one shoulder, and revealed an entirely bandaged body.
"Gaara?" came a small whimper from the corner of the room.
Turning at the sound of the voice, Hinata stood there, wrapped up in a light green dress, that wrapped around her whole entire body, arms, and neck. Her hair hung over her neck and her eyes stared at him. When he turned, she gasped and bit her lip.
"What's happening!?" she demanded stomping her foot on the ground.
Gaara stood smoothly, walking over to Hinata, and he took her hand in his, and he said. "Hinata, Leaf is gone. "
An: well i hope you liked it. I know I did. I'll make sure to write again maybe tonight. :