Chapter Twenty-five
Yeah, sorry about the long wait, I actually had the last chapter typed up for a while; I just never had a chance to spell-check it for a while. I do want to get one thing out of the way: I will not be doing a descriptive scene about Gaara and Hinata having sex, because I feel it would detract from the way I have their relationship. It would make it less special, no matter what Shukaku might say in this chapter. In fact, I feel he does enough when it comes to talking. Oh, and Hinata is going to be a little mischievous, poor Kisame.
She didn't really like Temari, no matter how hard she tried. She was just so mean to her, all the time. No matter how hard she tried, no matter how much she improved, she always had some snide comment for her. Gaara complimented her, and so did the others. Kankuro didn't really care, unless she was cooking. Then she became his favorite person in the world. Other than that, he was almost as bad as Temari, calling her names like shrimp, or worse. Kisame put an affectionate spin on his names, and he called her them just to set her off because he liked the attention. Kankuro actually meant the insult. Of course, neither one of the siblings dared to do so in Gaara's presence.
She was sick of it. Temari and Kankuro had been pampered all their lives, they didn't understand pain and suffering like her and Gaara did. They made her so mad, the way that they trivialized her pain, and the way that they belittled her, but she never told Gaara any of it, she wouldn't give them the satisfaction. No, she would handle them herself. She had her chakra back, and she was good at using it. Her chakra control was one of the best in the village, second only to Gaara. So she did the only logical thing: she challenged them both to a match. Gaara was attending, mostly because he was worried about her, but he didn't let his siblings see him. He wanted to see what she could do.
"Well well, looks like the mouse finally came out of her hole," Temari said with a sneer as she whipped her fan open. Kankuro was wielding both the crow and the black ant (I can't remember how to spell Crow's Japanese name, so I'll just make them both in English, that should avoid any confusion. In fact, I will probably use most of the English names, just to avoid confusion. It also gives spell check a break; it wants to turn sabako soso into sabayon so-so, whatever that is.)
"Ya know, you're pretty stupid, it was dumb of you to challenge one of us, let alone both. What are you, some kind of retard, or are you just dumb?" oh yes, Kankuro thought he was so clever, ever since someone told him that dumb also meant the inability to speak, well, she would show him, she would show them both. Unlike Gaara, neither one of them could throw a punch to save their life. Once she got in close, she'd nail them! Then they'd see who was weak!
Temari leaped into the air, trying to hit Hinata with a downward gust of wind, anticipating that she would leap back towards Kankuro and his puppets. The trouble was; Hinata rarely did what you thought she would do, instead leaping forward and back flipping onto her back. She sealed off Temari's chakra in her legs, but Temari never felt a thing, and knocked her off with little effort. Hinata rolled to her feet, remaining in a defensive crouch, knowing that Kankuro would be sending his puppets after her soon. She flung a kunai at him, with a senbon hidden in its shadow. He dodged the kunai, but the senbon caught him in his elbow, striking a pressure point. His left arm was numb now, and wouldn't respond to his commands.
Suddenly there was an explosion of green smoke, and he smirked in triumph.
"That's it, it's all over, that smoke stops your chakra flow, you're finished!" he laughed at her.
"That's right girlie; no ninja can fight without chakra! You might as well quit!" Temari joined him in his laughter, but then slumped to the ground, unconscious.
Kankuro yelped in surprise, then pain. His fingers couldn't move. The little bitch had cut his tendons. Hinata paused in front of him, looking rather smug, right before she smacked him on the head with the hilt of a kunai, knocking him unconscious. Gaara chuckled as he walked up to her, pulling her back into his chest.
"Idiots, they should have paid more attention to your past. It never occurred to them that, to you, chakra is just a bonus. You've lived most of your life without being able to use it. Besides, you don't need chakra to use pressure points. Well, I'd better get them into the infirmary, coming?" she nodded happily. She needed an antidote for the poison anyway, and besides, she wasn't done with them yet.
While they were unconscious, she used a marker to write on their foreheads "Who's the dummy now?" twice, one reading normally, the other so that they could read it if they looked in a mirror. She also had Deidara dress Kankuro in a pink mini skirt, with a frilly pink shirt. She applied the make up, so he had pink lipstick, blush, and eye shadow. Temari's hair was died green, but it was the kind that would wash out. They were then posed in a very compromising position, with one of her legs wrapped around him, and his arm slung over her waist. Pictures were then taken, and Gaara had one made into a poster with the caption: AND THEY CALL ME STRANGE? He hung it in his office. The others were either framed or stuck in an album. Gaara couldn't have been more proud. Shukaku thought it was a riot.
You mean she actually did that?! That's fuckin' hilarious!
I know! I made a poster from the picture. It's hanging in my office. The elders don't approve, but they can just suck it up, I think it's awesome.
Nice. So, have you done it yet with her?
No, shut up, she is clearly not ready, no matter how tempting she is.
So, what part do you like best? Personally, I'm a thigh demon, best part to kiss, how about you?
I don't know, she's tasty at any angle, but I think her neck and collar look particularly appetizing, but it could be something completely different tomorrow, now that I've told you, you have to shut up.
That wasn't a part of the deal! There was no deal! Dick-eater, you suck it up and go ravish that maiden! You both need it, and I want grandkids, or nephews, or, hey, what would your kids be to me? I really have no idea.
Shut up, you're their aunt, now fuck off.
I AM NOT A WOMAN, YOU TRANNY-LOVING SHIT-FACE!
That can be changed, besides, you sound like a chick to me. You're unusually cranky, is it your time of the month?
FUCK YOU! JERK, YOU PROBABLY HAVE NO DICK, THAT'S WHY YOU ALWAYS ACT LIKE THIS, YOU'RE JEALOUS OF MY GOODS!
Actually, mine's bigger than yours, so you must be suffering from penis envy. Must be a female-demon thing, at least I don't have to worry about that from Hinata!
You suck; you are the suckiest sucker that ever sucked! Sucker!
Dip shit.
Dweeb.
Menstruating bitch.
Jerk-off.
Big fat hen.
I am not fat! Prick!
Oh that's right, you're just bloated, heh heh.
You son of a-you know what? You suck, you're mean, and I don't have to take this, you make me cry! Does that make you happy?!
You have no idea.
Shukaku left in a huff, and Gaara smirked triumphantly.
Meanwhile, Kisame was in a spot of trouble. Someone had rigged a trip line that somehow landed him in the toilet, literally. Now his butt was stuck and it was cold and wet. That someone was Hinata, who had paused to wave at him triumphantly. He couldn't believe it. No one was helping him! Orochimaru had been so frickin' drunk that he almost peed on him! Itachi had just leaned against the door frame and chuckled at him. Deidara and Sasori laughed at him.
A door slammed. Great, Gaara was home! He would help him, right?
"What the hell are you doing in the toilet?"
"Your little guppy rigged a trap! I'm stuck! Get me out, I almost got peed on!"
Gaara cracked up, and left him. Kisame screamed in frustration. Itachi, Sasori, and Deidara came in.
"Dude, un, we're gonna help you out, un. Let's grab his arms, and then yank him out, un." Itachi and Sasori yanked on him while Deidara shoved him from behind. Kisame didn't budge.
"okay, maybe-aha! It's his pants! If we cut them off, he'll slide right out."
"Okay, Sasori, start cutting."
"This sucks! Why does this always happen to me?! it's like I'm cursed!"
"Don't whine, un! It's just her way of telling you that she likes you!"
"Bull shit! She thinks it's funny! I'm a toy to her!"
"Yeah, you're not coming out, we need to cut off your boxers too, then we'll pour oil on you, that should work."
"No! Not my Finding Nemo boxers! Spare them!"
"Oh, look Itachi, they really are Finding Nemo boxers, bit obsessive, don't you think?"
"Yeah, unscrew the seat, maybe that's what's caught on him."
The seat was then unscrewed, and they oiled the rim of the toilet. This time he came loose with a loud sucking sound, followed by a pop. The toilet seat was worked loose; then reattached.
"Wow, un, she got you good. Hey, where'd Gaara go?"
"I don't know, the last time I saw him he was laughing at me because my ass was stuck in the shit puddle! He lets her get away with everything!"
"Yeah, but she's cuter that you, so she's automatically immune to punishment."
"Shut up, Sasori, I know that already. Maybe I'll just hot glue her panties to the wall…"
"No, that'll piss them both off! Besides, what if some pervert comes after her?!"
"shut up, Itachi, she deserves some humiliation, she always picks on me-"
"Because you deserve it, dumb ass, besides, this is a good thing! Remember when we first saw her? She was scared of her own shadow! Now she's kickin' Temari and Kankuro's asses!" Needless to say, Sasori was excited.
"Yeah, yeah, leave me alone." Kisame trudged off. The others followed suit.
Meanwhile, Gaara was in his bedroom massaging Hinata's back. He was quite good, judging from the happy little sighs he was getting. Her back was tight and stiff from her fight, and besides, a little bit of relaxing was good for them both. He knew she would return the favor, as soon as he was done. He was working slowly, going from the shoulders down to her waist, then up her spine to the base of her neck, only to work his way back down again. He chuckled at her; her expression of pure bliss was so cute…
Eventually, it was his turn, so he yanked off his shirt and obediently lay down on the bed. She straddled his back, and began to gently, shyly even, to stroke his skin. His flawless body was almost intimidating, at first, but she began to kneed the stiff muscles, and was encouraged by his purring. She didn't know of anyone being able to purr until she met him. She knew he had been under a lot of stress as of late, there was unrest in the sound village, and the land of lightning had been giving him trouble as well. He needed to relax, and besides, she liked having him all to herself.
The door banged open. Hinata jumped, and looked at the intruder reproachfully.
"Kankuro, I told you to knock. This had better be important," he let the unfinished threat hang in the air, not even bothering to look at him.
"She's a spy! She has to be! Someone's been leaking shit to the sound ninja!"
"Shut up, you know that it isn't Hinata, I already know who it is, and I've taken steps. Get out; you have your own place. Oh, and one more thing: if I ever catch you or Temari harassing Hinata again, not only will you be demoted, I'll peel the flesh from your bones. I let her handle it her way today, next time I won't be so generous. Go."
"But-"
"GO!"
"O-okay…" he left quickly. He still hadn't been able to get the marker off his face.
Hinata cuddled into Gaara, who returned her affections. His hands found her waist, and he nibbled at her neck, causing her to squirm; she was very ticklish, and he routinely exploited this fact. But he was feeling a little more…romantic…tonight, and his nibbles turned to gentle kisses. Nothing too passionate, just tender, he wanted to get her used to the idea of having that kind of relationship first.
"My precious one," he sighed in her neck, causing her to shiver slightly. His possessiveness could be frightening, but he was never violent or abusive in anyway towards her, it was other people that she worried about. As far as he was concerned, she was his, and no one else had the right to touch her without going through him first. A foreign nin had found that out the hard way, he had been lucky that all he had suffered was a broken wrist.
Yes, he could be frightening, but he was always so kind and sweet to her, he was, really, the first person to ever want her, or appreciate her, and she couldn't bear to be without him now. She liked being his. He kept her warm, and safe. He made her healthy and strong. He chased away all of her fears, real or imagined. But this new behavior made her a little nervous, she knew now that he viewed her as something more than a friend, and that he found her attractive. This was new to her, and she was afraid, and ashamed, of her inexperience. He was the first person to ever touch her in such a way.
He cupped her throat, and nuzzled under her chin, his playful purrs tickling her, much to his amusement. He pulled her into his arms and fell backward on the bed. He shifted to the side a little, and had his sand pull the covers over them. She had had a long day, and it was time to rest.
Many miles away, the rogue sound ninja were blissfully unaware that they were walking into a trap laid by Gaara. Itachi and Sasori were waiting for them, and they were down with one fell swoop, along with the traitor. Sakura.
Yeah, this chapter is later than I wanted, but I have a good excuse! Not only am I hardly ever able to get on the computer, but I had my wisdom teeth pulled out on Monday, April 14. I was under anesthesia, and when I woke up, my mom made fun of me because I was loopy! But she got me my special ice cream, so all is forgiven. Heheh, see you next chapter!