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Kankuro looked at his brother as if he were crazy.
Not that he wasn't.
"Did you knock her out?! I thought you liked her."
Gaara's body stiffened as he glared at his brother, "I didn't hit her. Naruto made her faint."
Kankuro looked at Naruto sulking in the corner of Gaara's room.
"Is that why Naruto has a black eye?"
Gaara shrugged, "Perhaps."
Naruto had an ice pack pressed to his bruised cheek. He glared at the obviously stronger boy from across the room. Gaara sat by the king sized bed staring at the unconscious bluenette who had begun to stir.
She sat up, and rubbed her light lavender colored eyes. She looked around the room.
"N-Naruto? What happened to your face?"
"Gaara-" he exclaimed before his voice was cut off with a murderous glare.
"He ran into a door."
Hinata shyly nodded and began to play with her fingers.
"Um... Gaara... Can you please take me home? My family must be worried ."
They're not actually.
They couldn't care less about the bluenette, besides Neji. They hadn't even noticed her gone except Neji.
She knows that.
And she knows it well.
"Yeah, but let's grab a bite to eat. You were unconscious for 4 hours. You must be starving."
Hinata shook her head, "I'm okay."
Gaara shook his head and silently left the large room with his brother in tow. Hinata silently stared at Naruto and sighed.
"You should r-really look out for those doors, Naruto."
She could've sworn she saw Naruto's eye twitch.
"Doors?! What?! Fucking Gaara. Fucking doors. Stupid fucking doors named Gaara. Fucking doing nothing at all. How the hell am I going to get Sakura to date me with a bruised face like this?" he mumbled to himself as Hinata giggled at him.
He sighed and scratched the back
of his head, "Anyways, can I ask you for some girl advice? Or well, more like a favor..."
Hinata nodded and he took it as a signal to continue.
"I saw you talking to Sakura the other day."
Hinata's eyes widened.
Talking?!
There was hardly any talking. It was more like getting punched in the gut multiple times by the pink haired bully.
Last time I checked, that is not how people talk to eachother.
"Soo.. I was wondering if you could get me a date..."
No.
"I've liked her for a really long time."
No.
"You seem to be really good friends with her."
Define 'good friends'.
"I hear her talking about you a lot."
Planning her murder.
"So I think she admires you, so please do this for me. If you ask her I'm positive she'll say yes!"
jusT STOP.
"So will you do this for me?!"
And get herself beaten to the brink of death again?
"O-okay, Naruto." said a pressured Hinata nervously.
Hm.. I guess she is.
As soon as Naruto got the answer he wanted, he left the room without even thanking Hinata for accepting the death wish.
Naruto whistled out of the room, eyes closed and his hands in his pockets.
"I've got a date. Woooo. Finally, with the most beautiful girl in Konoha!" he sang as he walked down the hall towards his room.
If he had his eyes opened, he would've noticed Gaara walking right next to him.
Gaara raised where-his-eyebrows-are-supposed-to-be.
A date? With the most beautiful girl in Konoha?
Gaara's eyes widened.
Hinata?!
Naruto's singing ceased when he felt a hard punch on his already swollen cheek knocking him unconscious.
Gaara shook his hand, and stepped over the seemingly lifeless body.
"Watch out for those doors Naruto. Especially, if you ever want to make it alive to your date with my Hinata."
He knocked on the room door, and Hinata mumbled out a 'come in'. Gaara came in and closed the door. He laid down a tray full of fries, burgers and junk food with a Pepsi bottle.
He grabbed his chair and sat back down next to her.
"Thank y-you, Gaara."
"Hn.", he stoically said, pondering on why she was going on a date with the blonde haired idiot and playing hard to get with Gaara. He didn't say anything in fear that if he did, the hurt dripping from his words would be obvious.
"Y-you can have some, if you'd like.", Hinata said, popping a fry in her mouth.
He nodded and leaned over. He bit the fry between her lips. His lips barely a centimeter away from hers. He quickly retreated back to his previous position, avoiding eye contact with a blushing Hinata.
"I'm finished." she shyly said. Gaara nodded and took out a bag from atop of his drawer.
"Here. It's your uniform. I had it cleaned."
Hinata grabbed it, feeling her heart pound when their skin touched while passing the bag.
"And here. I want you to have these too.", he said as he handed her another bag.
She laid the two bags on the bed and opened the heavier one.
She screamed and threw the bag across the room.
"What's wrong?" he asked with pure confusion.
"What's that?"
"A phone and its charger. It's if you ever need to call me. I already input my number in your speed dial-"
Hinata furiously shook her head, "There's a gun in there!"
Gaara nodded, "And?"
Hinata's eyes widened and she was tempted to face palm her forehead.
"It's a gun."
"Yes. We've established that. What's the problem?"
"It's a gun!"
"And?"
"It's." She said with a pause between words.
"A."
"Gun."
Gaara nodded, "Yes. It is. Did you hit your head that badly? Perhaps, I should get Hanare to check up on you once again."
"It's a gun! Wh-...Why?"
"I want you to have it. If the Akatsuki ever get you again, and it'll take a while for me to come and save you, I want you to use this." He said as he retrieved the bag containing the gun.
Hinata shook her head with watery eyes, "I d-don't ever want to be in that position again. I c-can't take that. I'm sorry, Gaara."
Gaara noticed tears running down her cheeks. He quickly brushed them away with his thumbs.
"Hinata...Please.. I can't stand seeing you cry. It makes my heart ache." He said as he clutched his chest.
Hinata sobbed and intently stared at the gun. He kissed her cheek and placed the gun in one of the drawers.
"Well, it's not like I can force you into keeping it."
He can.
Hello?
He was Gaara no Sabaku.
He could do anything.
"Come on. I'm going to take you home."
He led her down the halls and out of the mansion like warehouse. He walked over to his motorcycle and grabbed the two black helmets.
He silently placed the helmet on her head as he repeated his actions with the other helmet. A raspy chuckle escaped his lips as he stared at Hinata trying to get on the big deathbike.
Hinata felt herself being lifted off the ground and found herself already on the Harley.
Her helmet hid the blush on her face, "Thank you, Gaara."
He muttered out something about her being too cute but she didn't quite catch it.
Phew.
"Hold on.", he said as he started revving up the motorcycle.
Hinata slid her hands around his lower abdomen and clutched as if she was afraid he would let go of her.
"Where do you live?" he asked her.
She gave him directions and they started their silent, heart pounding, one hour drive there.
How excruciating.
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That was the shortest ride she had ever experienced.
Probably because Gaara went three times the speed limit.
"We're here." he said as he took of his helmet and shaking his unruly red hair.
She just wanted to ruffle his hair and run her fingers through his red locks.
But she didn't.
Damn it.
Gaara helped her off the Harley and took off her helmet for her. He put down the helmets on the motorcycle and began to walk her to her door, hoping for a kiss good-bye.
"Thank you.."
"Mhm.." he silently said, his attention directed at the frequent brushing of their hands. He looked away and shyly took her hand into his, interlacing their fingers.
"You're r-really strong, Gaara."
Gaara quickly unlinked their fingers and put his hands into his pocket.
"I'm sorry. I didn't think I was holding onto your hand so roughly. I won't let it happen again." he stoically said.
Hinata shook her head and slowly took his hand out of his pocket. She interlaced their fingers together.
She wanted to hold hands with him?
Was this another dream?
Because if so, please wake him up before it gets too good to believe.
"I meant... W-when you fought the Akatsuki. Thank you for saving me. And you weren't hurting me. You're surprisingly.. Gentle."
Only with her actually.
But no one needs to know that.
I'm serious. Kankuro will tease him and rush his death date, if he ever found out Gaara was being 'gentle'.
He was supposed to be an emotionless, bloodthirsty killer.
Not a lovesick boy who would do anything for the girl he had met the previous week.
And I mean, anything.
Neither one would look at eachother as he walked her to her doorstep. Forty seconds later of silent heavy chests and soft hand holding, they reached her door.
He leaned down, and she puckered her lips and closed her eyes, expecting another kiss.
Well, she got it.
But she didn't.
She opened one eye and then another one, right when he pressed his lips to her cheek.
"Text me." he said as he swiftly turned around and rode off into the night on his motorcycle.
As he began to drive back to the Sabaku mansion, ready for another 'playful' beating from his mother, he began to sulk.
He wanted to kiss her.
No, like really kiss her.
He wanted to but the picture of an unconscious Naruto plastered on the dark hallway's floor made him veer off to her cheek.
Well, the reason on WHY Naruto was unconscious and plastered on the dark hallway's floor made him veer off to her cheek.
As long as he was around, this date was not going to happen.
He sighed and went home, contemplating on how to induce a coma without killing someone.
Guess it's back to the Internet for Gaara.
Oh no.
Hinata bit her lip as she watched the red head drive away. She opened the door and went to greet her cousin when she was met with a fist to the face.
Wow.
This was not Hinata's week.
"Where the hell have you been, you useless child?!", said a harsh unforgiving voice.
"I-I-I'm sorry. I was-"
Kidnapped by the main rival gang of the gang led by the guy she's starting fall for.
"You were what?!"
"It's... Complicated."
He snapped.
"You're an incompetent fool." He said as he grabbed her by her long locks of hair. He rammed her head into the living room wall.
"Uncle! Stop!"
She heard her cousin try to fight off her cruel father. Hiashi landed a hard blow to Hinata's stomach.
Neji snapped and pounced on his uncle and began to fight.
It was no use.
Hiashi quickly finished off Neji and picked up Hinata by the hair. He dragged her to the front door and threw her on the floor.
"You are useless to the Hyuga Corporation and to this family. You are no longer a Hyuga. I thought I could mold your pitiful self into something of worth, but I failed. Now get the hell of my property before I call the police."
He harshly slammed the door in her face as tears began to run down.
She didn't need to be told twice.
She quickly scrambled to her feet and began to run.
She didn't even know where the hell she was going.
She just kept running.
Kept running until she couldn't run anymore. She looked around to the unfamiliar surroundings and began to panic when she realized she still had the bag in her hand.
She quickly opened it, and got out the expensive white iPhone Gaara had given her.
Meanwhile, Gaara laid in his large bed staring at his phone. Every time it vibrated, indicating a new text message, his hopes raised only to be let down once again.
"Gaara, where the hell is Temari and Kankuro?" his mother asked with an anime vein popped on her forehead from downstairs.
"They're still at the warehouse."
"I'm going to go get them and give them a piece of my mind. Thinking it's okay to not come home... What the hell did I do wrong when raising you guys?" she mumbled as she grabbed her hardest cooking pan and butcher knife and headed out.
Hm. Maybe that.
Gaara sighed when he saw his phone vibrate.
Probably Naruto, or Kiba-
From: Temari
Can you tell me why Naruto is knocked out on the hallway floor? -_-
From: Gaara
He simply ran into a door. I had nothing to do with it.
By the way, I suggest you run. Mother is on her way over there and took her best butcher knife with her. Have a good night.
Gaara locked his iPhone and heavily sighed.
His phone began to vibrate repeatedly and that only meant one thing, Naruto had woken up.
Gaara looked at his phone, ready to reply with friendly threats when he saw 'Hinata' across the screen. He quickly slid the screen to accept the incoming call.
He was expecting a text, but hey, if she wanted to call him, he didn't mind.
Not at all.
Trust me on this.
"Hinata?"
"G-Gaara, I need you t-to come and get me, please. I need you."
Less than one second later, Gaara put on his leather jacket and slipped on his combat boots.
"Where are you? Are you okay? Did the Akatsuki get you again? I'll kill the basta-"
"Gaara, I don't know where I am.. All I know is that it's a couple blocks away from my house. It's really dark."
"I'm on my way. Just wait a while longer, Hinata."
And I bet you probably already know what's going to happen next.
Yup.
He jumped through his window.
Again.
He could almost hear all the heavy sighs of all the workers, knowing that they were the ones who would be cleaning Gaara's shattered window glass.
"G-Gaara, what was that?"
Definitely not him breaking his window once again.
Nope.
"Don't worry about.. Don't hang up the phone. Tell me when you can hear my motorcycle."
He jumped on his Harley without putting his helmet on. He put his phone on speaker and rode off revving his engine through the streets of konoha, rudely waking up all of its' citizens.
But quite frankly, he didn't care. All he had on his mind was Hinata.
Hinata saw something fly right by her and she noticed red locks of hair flowing in the wind.
"Gaara, you just passed me!"
He abruptly stopped and make an illegal u-turn. He slowed down, (well, as slow as his death bike would take him) and saw a trembling Hinata.
He quickly got off his bike and ran to a sobbing Hinata. Tears raced down her cheeks as she dug her face into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and set his head on hers.
"I was so scared..Thank you. I just.."
"Shh. It's okay. Everything's okay now. I'm here and I won't leave you alone. Shh.."
He stopped hugging her and used his thumbs to wipe away her streaming tears. He kissed her cheek and put an arm around her shoulder. He led her to his motorcycle to take her home.
"Don't worry, Hinata. I'm going to take you home."
Hinata stopped walking and shook her head furiously.
"I can't go home.. I don't have a home anymore...M-my dad... He.." she sobbed into his chest.
Gaara sighed and wiped away her tears.
Congrats Hiashi.
You've just been added to Gaara's deathly bucket list.
"Okay. Let's go to the warehouse. My room is... Under certain repairs."
A.K.A. He didn't want her to know he used his window as an exit again.
He led her to the motorcycle and helped her on. He felt his jacket dampen as she clung to him in fear that he would let her go. He went even faster.
Where was the damn police at the time?
I'm pretty sure he was breaking about 17 laws.
"Hinata, open your eyes. We're here."
She rubbed her swollen eyes, attempting to hide the fact that she had been crying, hoping it wouldn't show.
But it did.
Gaara got off and then helped her get off. He put his arm around her shoulder and led her in and to her room.
They passed Naruto's unconscious body on the floor and Hinata questionably pointed him to Gaara.
"What happened to Naruto?"
He had tried to win Hinata's heart and even had the audacity to ask her out on a date.
The fool.
He was almost tempted to laugh.
Almost.
"I saw him run into a door earlier."
A door?
More like Gaara's fist.
Score?
Gaara 1.
Naruto -6728273261.
He led her to her room and tucked her in after she changed into Temari's old clothes again and brushed her teeth. He brushed his teeth and walked in one last time to say good night to Hinata.
"Um... I know th-this is rude of me to ask, but will you please stay with me tonight? That is, if you don't mind."
He doesn't.
Trust me.
He gave her one last, light smile before he turned off the light and climbed into bed with her.
He slid his arm under her shoulder to bring her small frame closer to him. She laid her head on his toned chest as he laid his head on top of hers. Her hand subconsciously reached for Gaara's open hand as he began to rub her back soothingly. He interlaced their fingers and kissed the top of her head one again.
"Good night, Hinata."
"Good night..."
Hinata gulped.
It was time to face the truth.
Or was it?
Was she actually falling for Gaara, the notorious gang leader of the Shinobi, killer and all?
She looked up at Gaara's sleeping face and had the irresistible urge to kiss him.
Crap.