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Temari gets Hinata into a Suna uniform (the kind Matsuri wears) to train with Gaara... Hinata is flustered and feels exposed in a skirt.
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"I r-really should be heading back," said Hinata, who wanted nothing more than to return home to Konoha.
"And miss an opportunity to train under Gaara?" Temari frowned at her.
Hinata nipped her bottom lip but said nothing. After seeing Gaara murder grown men single-handedly (and for no particular reason) in the forest of death, at the age of twelve, she had been disinclined to have anything to do with him. In truth, she was a little frightened of him. But Hinata suspected this would not be an appropriate thing to say now that he was Kazekage. "Ts-Tsunade-sama will be expecting me, and–"
"Your Hokage isn't expecting you home for another day," said Temari, continuing to drag Hinata down the empty corridor, in what Hinata assumed to be a residential area of the Kazekage tower. Temari came to an abrupt stop in front of a door, before turning back and regarding her for a moment. "Those are not suitable clothes."
Hinata hated to agree, but Suna was a desert village, which certainly wasn't the place for long pants and thick jackets. She had been stifling since she had arrived some days before.
"Wait here." Temari walked off, and returned shortly with a pile of clothes in her arms. "You can borrow some of Matsuri's."
Dumping the clothes into Hinata's arms, Temari reached passed her, and opened the door. She proceeded to push the Hyuuga inside and close the door behind her. Hinata looked around the bedroom, empty except for a bed and a bureau. Maybe it was a guest room.
"Change," Temari snapped from the other side of the door, like she could see through walls the way Hinata could. Stiffening, Hinata quickly began to strip. She didn't know how, but Temari commanded respect in every order she barked.
As Hinata examined Matsuri's attire, she began to remember who she was. She was that girl who trained under Gaara – the one who fought in a skirt, much the way Temari did, as well as most of the other kunoichi in Suna. Hinata slid the skirt up her legs, then pulled on the black t-shirt that was worn with it. As Matsuri was younger and smaller than she was, both articles were shorter and more fitted than Hinata would have preferred. Lastly, she pulled on the padded chest piece, which was akin to the ones Konoha's ANBU operatives wore.
When she finished, Hinata regarded herself in the full-length mirror, continuing to bite on her bottom lip. She was not used to exposing skin.
There was a pounding on the door. "What's taking so long?"
Hinata hesitated and walked over to it. After she opened it, Temari regarded her with a smirk. "Not bad," she said, to Hinata's unease. "My brother's waiting for you on the roof."
Hinata was tempted to ask "which brother" just to delay her forthcoming murder, but instead she was shoved towards the stairs.
"Go."
Hinata obeyed, only because Temari was the Kazekage's chief adviser, and it would have been disrespectful not to. Trying to figure out how she had gotten herself immersed in political obligations, Hinata walked up several flights of stairs, step by even step. By the time she opened the door onto the roof, she hoped Gaara had lost his patience, and left.
But he had not.
The Kazekage stood by the roof's edge, staring down at his sand-colored city. At hearing the door swing shut, he turned to her. "Hinata." He was different from other village leaders, in that he knew people by their first-names. This fact somehow embarrassed her. "Temari said you would like to train with me before you go."
Hinata's eyes widened. This had all been Temari doing? Was the other kunoichi trying to get her killed? "No, n-not at all," she protested.
Gaara narrowed his cerulean eyes. "You don't want to train?" he said with tempered impatience.
Hinata realized she was coming off as rude. She bowed her head. "I-it would be an honor."
When she peeked up at Gaara again, he was blankly staring at her. As he approached, Hinata straightened herself while tugging at her skirt and becoming self-conscious. Gaara noticed.
"Are you…" he paused, as though every remark was a careful calculation. "…all right?
"I'm just n-not used to fighting in a s-skirt," Hinata babbled. She wasn't used to wearing skirts at all for that matter. She wasn't one who exposed her arms and thighs – in fact, it was all just nerve-wracking. She again flattened the too-short material against her thighs.
"Hn." To her horror, Gaara's eyes shifted to the aforementioned skirt, which was a natural response, or so he thought it to be. He looked at it in a completely neutral and observatory way, but it still made her cheeks burn, and she wished she had never mentioned it in the first place. Gaara's deadpan stare returned to her blushing face, and it was almost as though he did not understand.
What he stated next made everything ten times worse: "If you like, I will remove my clothes."
Hinata's breath hitched in her throat. "N-no, p-please, you d-don't h-have t-t-t-" Her face grew incrementally redder with each article of clothing Gaara doffed, until he was standing in front of her, naked, except for a pair of briefs, his slim, muscled body exposed for all of Suna to see. Hinata's eyes trailed down his pecs, to his abdominals, then the healthy bulge in his briefs.
Indifferent as ever about it, Gaara crossed his arms. "Ready?"
She fainted.