This has been one of the most difficult chapters to write so far. Not that I spent that much time on it to begin with. Oh well. I really did try to park it and type but it was so hard, so I apologize if it sucks.

Please review!

Magnetic Attraction: Angel and Demon

Hinata shivered violently, wrapping her arms around her knees in the cold. Resting her head, she laid against the hideously bright pink of the wall and felt some stray salty tears slid from her tightly closed eyes. Only one hour into her stay and she couldn't stand what she saw.

Many girls that her family sold where just her age, some even younger than that. Dressed in skimpy, tightly wrapped clothes and various shades of too bright make up, most of them held a saddeningly eager expression. America was the brightest hope for them, but they didn't know that once they reached 'the land of the free' they would never be gone from the life of selling ones body for money to survive.

Hinata forced her aching muscles to move and she stood, rubbing her shoulders in calming circles. Her grandmother had told her to be at dinner at seven and no later. The cliché cat clock over the head of her bed read seven thirty. She must be late.

Feeling her stomach fall out of her body, Hinata started slowly making her way to the dinning room, dragging her bare feet along the polished wood. It wasn't like when she was with Hanabi and Neji; there would be many non-family members, business partners, so being late was worse now then it would be back home. She felt a tad afraid at what they might do with her. However, she just shrugged and wiped at her puffy eyes. Throwing the door open, she stepped into the brightly lit room, filled to the brim with people.

"Ah, Hinata dear," a sickly sweet voice rang out. Hinata wanted to gag at the very first word out of her grandmother's lipstick painted mouth. "Why don't you sit down next to me and let me introduce you to the rest of the hall, hm?"

Hinata hesitated but made her way to the head of the American style table, and settled into a purple cushioned seat to the left of her aging grandmother. She was old, yes, but her hair still held a tint of purple and her clear blue eyes shone with a new challenge: of getting her granddaughter to trust her and then of breaking the very trust.

Hinata examined the faces surrounding her. There was a middle-aged man next to her, who had slung his fat arm around the back of her chair. He was grinning wickedly at her. She felt like puking when he started to play with her hair, making small circles by twirling the strands in his oversized fingers. She pulled away hastily, and sat up. "I-I don't really feel well," she lied, not looking at her grandmother. "I think I'll pass on dinner."

Running, she didn't bother to hear the words her grandmother threw out at her back angrily, and instead got lost among the sea of winding hallways. The long halls were all the same to her, full of hatred and outright loathing mixed with despair and fading hope.

I can't stay here. I can't stay here. I'm going back home!

Hinata charged around a corner and threw her door open. Her suitcases were still packed. Digging through them, she narrowed her things down to the most important of all of her possessions. Slinging a small pack over her shoulder and slipping her tennis shoes on, she ran out, bypassing a nervous looking servant, who shook her head sadly and kept on her way. Running wise, there was no one here who could surpass her, not even the best of the guards.

Skidding to a halt, her mouth formed an 'o' of surprise, her eyes wide. In front of her, arms crossed, stood her grandmother, a fiery look located in her clear eyes. "Where do you think you're going?" she asked icily.

Hinata nearly bit her tongue in fear. "I don't want to stay here," she said, trying her hardest to keep from bawling in front of this hated women, the women who had made her mother's life a hell zone.

Raising a delicately penciled eyebrow, the old women just snorted. "I don't think so."

Hinata-who had never in her life really felt the need to rebel strongly enough- found herself smirking. "Try to stop me," she said cheekily, running past the stunned grandma and heading out the arched doorway, back pack slapping her back as she ran.

I can't believe that I let them drag me into this, Hinata thought, pumping her arms, bypassing the station of guards located to her right. Still moving, she sized up the black spiked fence in front of her and taking a large leap, clung to one of the posts desperately. Throwing her slight weight up, she overcame the spikes, landing messily on the freshly watered grass.

I did it!

Cars screamed past, and Hinata almost stopped dead away, her fear overcoming her. She hated being alone and now being alone and lost was not the ideal situation for her. In the back of her head, Hinata knew she wanted Gaara to come and save her, being the prince in all of her fairy tale dreams. But the thought was not one that would ever happen.

Loping off to the right, Hinata found that she was being persuaded in fancy black SVU's. She sighed and headed to the right even more, spotting her chance for freedom in the thick woods. Brushing past the prickly pines and the thorns lashing out for her, she managed to invade the territory, erratically moving in puddles, and turning in directions that no one could follow. If they had brought dogs, she wouldn't want to make the chase too easy.

Hinata lifted the other strap on, and snapping a branch to the side, found what she was hoping for. A large stream lay ahead, and by the looks of it, was going the way she wanted. Following it would lead her to the airport that she needed to go to to get back home. Leaping gracefully onto a speckled rock, Hinata balanced herself and started running, going from stepping stone to stepping stone. Her childhood had been spent by waterside, so it was just as natural to her as breathing, if not more.

"Get her!"

Hinata panicked, almost losing her footing. Settling back, she picked the pace up, sure that unless the guards had been born as horses, they wouldn't be able to catch up to her.

If I just follow this stream, I will be able to get home, and home means Hanabi and Neji and Gaara, oh I have to get home!

Hinata burst out of the woods suddenly, the stream winding away under a small footbridge. A car was parked suspiciously on the edge, a brown head popping out of the passenger window.

"It can't be," Hinata muttered, clutching the area around her chest. Her heart was beating so hard she couldn't breath and when she could it came out in raspy puffs. Just to satisfy her needs she scuffled over to the bridge, hearing the colorful swearing of a male.

"NEJI!" she yelled, galloping to the bridge, where her cousin, clutching a map in his hands, turned, nearly falling in Hinata's wrapping hug.

"Hinata?" His voice cracked, and Hinata smiled happily into his chest. He only did that when he was really surprised.

"Big sis!"

Letting Neji's arms fall from her shoulders when Hanabi rocketed forward, this time Hinata falling on her rear, Hanabi's skinny knees digging into her ribs.

"Hanabi!" Hinata said, hugging her sister as hard as she could.

"What no hug for me?" a voice called out, sarcasm dripping from every word.

Hinata froze in shock, hearing the voice that could only belong to the red head. Ignoring every bit of caution that her brain was sending her, she pushed Hanabi aside gently to see Gaara towering over her, a hint of a smile stretching across his flushed face.

"You came," she croaked out, sitting on her grass stained knees. The moss of the bridge was cold but not altogether unpleasant so she didn't move. Though she doubted that with the shock coursing through her body like it was that she would be able to even inch forward if she had wanted to.

Gaara smirked, banishing his out of character smile. Extending his hand, he easily pulled her up and into a clumsy hug, smashing her into a thoughtless hug. She hesitantly returned it, her face hinting at her embarrassment.

"Thank you all," she said, when she pulled back, his arms falling to rest at his sides again.

"Get her!"

Whipping around, the teens saw the rowdy bunch that had been pursing Hinata, their feral instincts on overdrive. The witnesses didn't seem to even register in their weakened minds.

Leaping over the bar of the bridge, the fastest of the guards tried to grip Hinata's hand, trying to unbalance her to set her in his waiting arms. He didn't foresee a menacing smack to his face, or the impact of falling into the metal bar; knocking what little breath he had left of him out. Gasping, he clutched at his stomach, feeling his upper body being tugged closer to the attacker.

"Don't touch her if you know what's good for you," Gaara growled, throwing the man harshly against the bar again, hearing the dull thwack of metal connecting with skull.

The second man, seeing his comrade being beaten severely, turned tail and raced back into the woods, walkie-talkie out and at the ready, reporting to his mistress. Gaara just flipped him off, obviously non-caring of the report.

Hanabi clutched at her sisters sweat stained shirt, sharp nails scraping insistently. "Will you come back with us?" she asked. She jutted her bottom lip out and bowed her head, fake and real tears mixing and trailing down her flushed face. "I don't know what I would do if you stayed here, Hinata. I couldn't even stand an hour without you. Please say that you will come home with us?"

Calmly, Hinata patted her sister tenderly, toying with the thick strand that hung in her sister's face. "Of course," she said. "Who else would cook for you guys? Certainly not Neji!" She giggled, her sister joining after seeing the slight flush on Neji's cheeks.

"I'm not that bad," he pouted, further making himself more appealing to the Sabaku in terms of teasing. "I only burned food once!"

"Yeah cause we only let you try cooking once!" Hanabi yelled. Sensing the killer intent from her older cousin, she raced around the car, making immature faces through the glass. Neji slapped his forehead, and threw her over his shoulder, figuring she would be less trouble if she were confined.

"We should probably leave…?"

"Oh," Hinata said, smiling sheepishly at him. "I guess you're right."

Gaara held the backdoor open for her and she bowed her head at him. Climbing nimbly in she stretched over the seat and placed her bag in the back, allowing for more foot room. Beside her, Neji was playing Mother Hen and was buckling the furious Hanabi into her seat. Hinata made sure to keep her laughter in check, just in case Hanabi took her anger out in a verbal war.

Gaara settled into the passenger seat, while Neji started the engine and backed up the way he had started. Pulling out, they rode in compatible silence, the sun setting almost cheerfully along the horizon.

Hinata felt Hanabi inch closer. She set her head in Hinata's lap, yawning. She needed all the sleep she could, so Hinata ran her fingers nimbly along the sensitive skin, pulling at the knots that collected at the back of her sister's head. Hanabi's eyes fell shut and she quickly fell into dreamland.

Hinata felt herself losing to the blackness and she followed her sister, dreaming of broken hearts, a crying clown and a forgotten love, a new one outshining the old.