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Why was Temari laughing hysterically on the floor while Kankuro struggled to prevent Gaara's hands from sliding around her neck in an attempt to kill her again, you ask?

Okay, well, let's rewind a couple of hours ago.

Gaara had marched straight up to his room as soon as he came home. He didn't care for his mother's screams directed to him. Something about destroying school property, scaring his teacher half to death but all he comprehended was 'Blah, blah, blah penis'.

Gaara lifted his laptop and brought it with him on top of his king size bed. Slightly (actually, extremely) upset that Hinata had purposely avoided him all day, he angrily started hitting his keyboard keys violenting typing some words in that would hopefully help him get the girl.

'How to make a girl who's obviously in love with you realize she's obviously in love with you!'

Okay, so maybe that wasn't exactly what he should have typed. He rolled his eyes at the useless results all saying 'how to make a girl fall in love with you' and 'how to know if a girl loves you' etc.

She was already in love with him and he knows she loves him... She does right?

That's why she kissed him. Because she loved him. Eh. Probably.

(I guess the word 'accidental' wasn't in Gaara's dictionary.)

He scratched his head and heard a knock on his door.

"Mom?"

"Temari. She went out to buy more metal things to beat you with. All her usual pots have dents in them." (Compliments of the Sabuku family.)

"Come in then." He said as he sat up and grabbed a hold of his Mac and placed in front of him, "What do you want?"

"Can't I just want to bond with you? Like the loving sibling I am?" He glanced at her then back at his laptop.

"There's about sixty thousand dollars in the first drawer. Take as much as you'd like, now leave me alone. I'm busy." She laughed at took three packs of bills in rubber bands.

"Ne, thanks." She said as she sat on his bed. She took a peak at his computer and knitted her eyebrows together as she read the google results in bold. "How to make a girl want to kiss you again when she liked the first kiss, I think, but I'm pretty sure, cause I know I enjoyed the taste of her- what the hell is this?"

"Shush! Wikihow is teaching me the ways..."

"Does any of this have to do with a certain Hyuga girl, perhaps?" she said as she winked at him. He blankly scrolled through the very desperate pages of Google results and subconsciously nodded.

"Awww. Poor Gaara." She said as she pat his red locks of hair. "Crushing on someone who isn't after you, tough isn't it?"

Gaara's head snapped towards her and he slammed the poor abused laptop shut.

"What the hell are you talking about? Hinata likes me back!"

"Hmm.. Has she said she had feelings for you?"

Gaara awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, a pint tint resting on his cheeks. "N-no. BUT, she did kiss me. So that must mean she holds some feelings for me.."

"Have you maybe thought, this is just a theory I'm throwing out there, that.. It was an accident?"

"Impossible."

Temari sighed and stood up, counting the money in her hands. "Did she perhaps run away after you two had kissed?"

Gaara's face remained stoic as he blankly stared at her.

"...That proves nothing."

Temari laughed at her younger brother's unwillingness to admit the poor girl just didn't have feelings for the guy. She felt bad though, because Hinata was too young to die. If her brother found out she didn't exactly 'reciprocate' his feelings, tears would be shed, triggers would be pulled and funerals would be held.

She had decided his big sister letting him down gently would be the be for the best.

"It's pretty obvious who she truly likes." His luminescent green eyes were bulging out of his eye sockets with his mouth in a tight, thin line.

"Who?"

TEMARI! NO! DON'T YOU DARE!

"He's someone really close to you..."

NO!NO!NO!

"Tell me."

NONONO! We'd all prefer it if you don't!

"Naruto Uzumaki."

Aw, great. Congratulations, you've just cut off Naruto's life span by about 70 years.

"Oh and just a friendly reminder that murder is illegal."

That hadn't stopped him before.

She turned the door knob and walked out of his large room. 'That'll teach the blonde headed idiot not to interrupt me and Shikamaru's dates.' she thought whistling as she went down the Sabuku mansion's stairs.

Gaara was appalled at how stupid his sister was.

His beautiful, angelic, Hinata, chasing the boy who'd go around table by table in Ichiraku's Ramen shop for people's leftovers.

No, impossible.

Well, this morning,they had been acting suspicious, exchanging secret messages ( which Gaara had so desperately wanted to be a part of with the deduction of Naruto), and skipping class together.

All things that he had read about in the Internet that teenage couples usually do.

Oh, and there was that blush on Hinata's face which disappointedly wasn't for him.

Oh, poor Gaara.

Reality had just punched him right in the coconuts. The only girl he had ever had romantic feelings for, had romantic feelings for his idiot best friend.

He didn't know what to do.

Yes, the option of killing him was still available but he really didn't want to result to that.

Well, not until the next chapter anyways.

Gaara opened his laptop and angrily started pushing buttons once again.

'How to make a girl fall in love with you when she's in love with your idiot best friend who doesn't even deserve her and who's in love with a hot headed woman and how should I make Sakura fall for Naruto so that I can have Hinata to myself and fast? I'm an impatient person. One week and, or under. Thanks'

Hmm.. That'll do.

The more specific he was when typing into the google search bar the better...(right?) (No.)

Gaara, sit your perfectly molded ass down. Google isn't Siri.

Throughout the whole night, (even when his mom barged him and smacked him for not listening to her) , Gaara just kept typing in ridiculous, extremely specific questions on google on ways to get Hinata.

It went from 'How to make a Hyuga family member to fall in love with you' to 'What's so much better about him than me? I am Gaara no Sabuku. I get what I want. Always. It's not fair.'

Yep. Now he wasn't even asking questions, he was just ranting to google.

The insomniac threw his laptop against the wall and laid in bed thinking of all the differences between him and Naruto.

What made Naruto so much better than him? What did he have that Gaara didn't? (Besides Hinata's heart)

He got it. He finally knew how he was going to get Hinata to fall for him.

All he had to do was discreetly make his way to Temari's make up bag.

The next morning everyone was in the Sabuku kitchen eating breakfast when Gaara made his way to his regular chair. No one spared him a secondly glance except Temari whose orange juice now covered Kankuro's face.

"BAHAHAHAHAAHHAHA! WHAT THE HELL... HAHAHHA DID YOU DO TO YOUR FACE?" She said clutching her stomach.

Everyone at the table looked at Gaara and burst out laughing.

After hours and hours of scrolling through the Internet and thinking thoroughly , Gaara did find out what Naruto had that he didn't.

Eyebrows.

Perhaps Hinata had an eyebrow fetish of some sort or there was an ancient curse in the Hyuga house that no female Hyuga could fall for an eyebrow-less boy.

Gaara had found black eyeliner in one of the upstairs bathrooms.

The notorious gang leader had drawn horribly drewn eyebrows on his eyebrow bone. He didn't know what kind of eyebrows Hinata would like, so he thought he would put a little variety of each in his. His right eyebrow was about 2 cm high, and bushy, and way to long. While his left eyebrow was at a lower proportion, arched and thin.

And that is how Temari ended up on the floor in tears with her brother attempting to kill her. Karura didn't even mind. She was too busy pounding the extravagant dinner table with her fists in laughter.

"Why would you-?! Hahaha." She said as she stood up and headed to leave the room, shaking her head. His chuckling father put down his newspaper and followed in his wife's footsteps, "Don't get any blood on the floor."

"Hhahah, Gaara, do you suddenly desiring eyebrows, have anything to do with Hinata?" he said as he pried Gaara's hands off Temari's neck.

"Ugh, stupid Internet! I'm not going to school!" he said as he left the room marched up the spiral stairs, taking his shirt off in the process.

"Kankuro, for everyones' safety, I think we should really get rid of Gaara's Internet accessibility."

A vein popped on his forehead since he could still hear his siblings' laughter. He went inside his private bathroom and splashed water on his eyebrows in an attempt to be eyebrow less again, with no success.

What was this witchery, you ask?

Waterproof eyeliner.

He angrily rubbed his 'eyebrows' with the back of his hand.

While Gaara was locked in his room, contemplating ways to kill his siblings, Hinata wasn't having the best day either. Turns out a certain unnamed-for-now fangirl had witnessed that accidental kiss and now everyone knew.

Buckets of dirty water were thrown at her, she was constantly being tripped, death glares had been stabbing at her all day etc.

The classics.

And now she was being cornered by a group of vicious fangirls right where the kiss had happened.

"Stay away from Gaara-kun!" said Karin as she yanked Hinata's long indigo colored hair.

"Ow! I-I-I don't even l-like him." she said earning yet another slap to the face, tears brimming in her eyes.

"Don't lie to us. We know you kissed him. "

"Whore!"

"Slut!"

"I-it was an a-a-ccident. I swear.." she barely managed to get out.

"You lying bitch! Just back off Gaara, shrivel up and die! " said Sakura as she raised her hand to slap her already swollen red cheeks.

"Hinata! Where are you~?" said a blonde spiky haired boy as he looked for Hinata.

"Tch! Looks like you got saved this time but you won't be so lucky next time." Ino put away her switch blade and pushed Hinata to the floor. Sakura kicked her one more time before the girls snickered and walked away.

Hinata slowly got up, with the support of the brick wall behind her, dusting the dirt off her clothes. Naruto spotted her and waved as he made his way to her.

"Are you okay? You look a little.. Beat up."

Oh, the irony.

Hinata waved her hands in denial, "I just f-f-fell. Clumsy me. Haha." Naruto wasn't convinced by that fake laugh but he just brushed it off as nothing.

Idiot.

"What d-did you need me f-for?" she said as she fidgeted with her fingers.

"Anko sensei wants you to go deliver Gaara's homework to his house since he didn't come to school. I would do it but I have club practice ."

He didn't. He just felt like Gaara would most likely beat him up after yesterday's morning events.

He wasn't even in any clubs.

"I-I don't think that's a very good idea. He kind of scares m-" she timidly said.

"Please Hinata-chan! I know you can do it. For me, please?" he said pouting out his lower lip.

A faint pink blush appeared on her cheeks, "Well, o-oka-"

"Thanks Hinata-chan. You're the best! Here's his address." he handed her a yellow post it note and 3 textbooks with a paper attached to each one and left. Just like that.

And now she was standing before the Sabuku mansion debating on whether or not to knock.

"Sir, someone is here to see you." his butler, Kai, had said outside of his room's door.

"Sucks for them. Tell them to go away.", the shirtless boy said sulking, tangled in his black satin bed sheets.

"As you wish, sir."

Staring out window he saw the reason for his sulking carrying seemingly heavy books. He happily snapped up pulling his sheets away from his body.

He formed an an X with his arms in front of his head and smashed through the window.

The Sabuku servants knew that sound. The sound of another window in Gaara's room breaking. None in a hurry to get a broom, they've been through this 637282827 already.

R.I.P Gaara's window. Again.

He hit the ground,( a 10 out of 10), and ran barefoot to the unaware girl. He gently tapped on her shoulder. The poor girl turned around and shrieked, fell over on the dirt floor. Her belongings spilling everywhere.

"Sorry to have frightened you. Let me help you. What are you doing here? Not-! Not that I mind that you're here or anything!" he said as he leaned down and grabbed her hand and helped her up.

"Thanks G-g-gaara-kun." She took her eyes off the ground and then her eyes subconsciously went up to his muscular chest. (Not that she minded.)

"Gaara! Y-you're bleeding. What happened?"

"Hm?", he looked down to see hundreds of tiny shards of glass digging into his bleeding chest. "Oh, that, I jumped out a window." he said as if that was the most casual thing ever.

"We r-really n-need to get that bandaged up. And...you.. Ano... Really need to st-top jumping through windows."

He chuckled and shook his head. She reached down and quickly gathered everything in her arms. Gaara took everything she was carrying in one swift move and slung her heavy backpack over his left shoulder.

"Let's go inside. What are you doing here anyways?" he asked as he led the way inside. "Kai! I need you to-"

"We're already on it, sir." he said as he passed the two slightly blushing teens with a broom and a garbage bag. Gaara's back faced Hinata as he led the way to his room. He walked in first with Hinata in tow.

He set everything down, and she looked around the room. Band posters all over the black walls, huge bed, remnants of a window that used to be, and a door leading to another room.

"Gaara-kun, d-do you have a first aid k-kit so I c-can treat your wounds?" still not daring to look him in the eyes. His heart quickened its already quick pace. He pointed to the door and she nodded with her head down. He roughly took out all the pieces of glass from his chest and a few from his arms. She came back seconds later and he sat down on his bed. She stood up before him, pouring alcohol on cotton balls, and lightly touching his wounds.

Whimpering every once and a while at the sensation of the burn, "I-I'm s-sorry Gaara-k-." She had decided to finally steal a glance or two at his face.

"HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHA GAARA WHAT DID YOU DO TO? HAHAAHA WHY? WHAT? HAHAHA." She said backing away and laughing just as his older sister had done earlier. He puffed out his cheeks with air in embarrassment and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

She wiped away the happy tears from her eyes, "W-what are those smudges on your forehead?"

" My eyebrows..." he said barely audible.

"Why w-would you draw eyebrows on yourself?"

"So you would like me..." He mumbled and looked away, "I-I tried to take it off but.." She giggled and gently untangled his hands.

"I-l-like you b-better without eyebrows. Ano.. S-s-stand up for me please." He nodded and stood up. Hinata smiled up at the much taller boy and then grabbed a bandage roll. She started to bandage his chest all around starting from the bottom to the top. As she kept rolling the bandage, she kept sliding an arm behind his back and bringing the roll to her other hand. Repeating the process over and over again, aware of the close proximity of her face and his rising chest.

He leaned down pressing his forehead against hers, and looked her straight in the eyes, "Do you have feelings for someone? Romantically, I mean. If you do, don't worry. I won't kill him. This I promise you."

She thought maybe if he knew that she had feelings for someone else, his feelings for her would vanish. A part of her deep inside didn't want his feelings for her to disappear but she thought maybe this was for the best.

She slowly nodded, trusting his words.

Stupid girl.

Well, he said he wouldn't kill him. He didn't promise anything about not beating the living daylight out of the guy.

"I see." he said. He pulled his forehead away, in defeat, and looked the other way. Hinata saw the hurt look on his face and felt a pang of guilt hit her. She slid her hand on his cheek to make him face her again. Just as she was about to say some comforting words, a woman with shoulder length hair sandy brown hair burst in.

"Gaara! Why the hell didn't you go to scho-Oh. Oh my. Who is this?" she said as she noticed a petite girl looking extremely smug with her youngest son.

Gaara mentally face palmed himself for not locking the door, "Mom! Get ou-"

She sent him a murderous glare that cut him off as he gulped. She sent the girl a warm smile and put down the butcher knife she was holding on his cabinet near the door.

Hinata quickly pushed Gaara back with his shoulders, being cautious not to hurt his wounds. Her face stained with red.

"I-I... We weren't do a-anything, I swear!" She said as she wailed her arms in denial.

Karura giggled and winked at them, "It's okay, if you were. Don't let me interrupt anything."

You see Karura, never in her 40 years of living, ever, had she seen Gaara look at a girl, the way he looked at Hinata, and with a blushing face nonetheless. She was starting to wonder if her youngest son was gay, not that she would love him any less if he was.

Karura, I know you're happy that Gaara has found someone he really likes but please..stop embarrassing Gaara in front of his future wife.

"Mom! I'm sorry, Hinata.", a noticeable deeper blush made it's way to Gaara's face.

"It's a-alrig-"

"So your name's Hinata? Is she your girlfriend?"

"No." she quickly said.

"Yes." he said, earning a soft slap to the chest from Hinata.

"Gaara! We t-talked about that." she whispered as she fidgeted with her fingers.

He chuckled at her and then returned to his usual stoic face. "I mean, no. No, she is not."

'Well, not yet anyways.' he thought to himself.

"Well, I'm just going to be leaving you two love birds alone. I think Kankuro has some condoms you kids can us-"

"Mom!" he said as he swung Hinata's heavy backpack at her, purposely missing.

"Haha, just kidding. But if you do knock her up, I'm going to really use this." she said as she held up the butcher's knife again. She laughed and left the two completely red faced teens by themselves.

"Hinata, I am so sorry. She... She's just crazy." he desperately said.

Hmm.. Now we know where he gets it from.

"I-I-I-I-I-I-I-it's okay, G-Gaara-kun. She w-was just joking around. I have to leave a-anyways." she said as she picked up her backpack from his bedroom's floor.

"I can take you." he said grabbing his keys and leather jacket off his bedside table.

"Thanks, but Ano.. Neji is already outside waiting for me, in his c-c-car." she said as she left the red head with his mouth in an 'O' shape.

Gaara's brow bone twitched and his lower lip quivering, "Wait, Hinata! Who the hell is Neji?! What is he to you?! Is he the guy that you have feelings towards?" He sighed knowing she was long gone from the door. He looked out his well, window hole, and stared at the poor girl as she left the mansion, bowing to the servants cleaning up the remnants of what used to be his window. He saw her enter black Nissan X-terra riding shotgun with a long haired boy driving. He couldn't quite make out his face though.

Hm... Looks like he'd live another day or two.

Though, I can't say the same for his car.

Gaara took out his white iPhone 4S and dialed the ramen lover. "Naruto. What? I'm not calling for that, but I will have a private talk with you about it tomorrow. Gather up all the 'Shinobi' and tell them I give them direct orders to search for a black Nissan X-terra with the license plate of XXX-XXX in Konoha. If someone finds it, they pulverize it to a pulp...Are you perhaps, questioning me? That's what I thought. Good-bye."

He blankly went inside Temari's bathroom and found make-up wipes to get rid of those awful eyebrows. He went back to his room, and put on a plain white tee that hugged his chest.

He cracked his knuckles and then his neck, putting on his black leather jacket.

Hinata should really not leave his questions unanswered.