Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, Gaara and Hinata would end up together and life would be unicorns and rainbows.
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A jealous Gaara is not a sane Gaara.
The psychopath had been glaring daggers into the back of Matsuri's head for the past hour.
Because of that stupid girl, Hinata had ignored him the whole day despite his socially awkward (yet cute) attempts.
The bell rang interrupting his homicidal thoughts also indicating it was time for lunch. He silently stood up and prepared to walk Hinata to lunch but nooOOOOO.
Matsuri had got to her before he did.
Damn her.
"Hinata, let's go to lunch together!"
Hinata stole a guilty glance at a stoic Gaara then returned to meet Matsuri's devious stare, "Um...I think I should go with Gaara. I'm sorry but maybe next time!"
Gaara inwardly smirked at Matsuri and crossed his arms. Matsuri's face fell and Hinata felt a big blob of guilt make its' way into her chest.
"Oh, I see.. I was just hoping to become better friends with you but hey-"
Hinata shook her head in denial, "Maybe I can skip lunch with Gaara for a few days or so."
The girl was really desperate for friendship.
Well, what do you expect?
If a homicidal gang leader who's known to be a psychopathic killer had a crush on you, you wouldn't have that many friends either.
Matsuri's face enlightened as she interlaced her and Hinata's arm, "Sorry, Gaara! I'll be stealing her for a little while."
And the lunatic of a girl actually had the audacity to throw him a wink after she swept away his most prized belonging.
Gaara swiftly turned around and punched the wall behind him.
I think a certain somebody has anger issues.
His peers quickly evacuated the room in fear for their lives, leaving a fuming Gaara alone.
They'd rather the wall than their faces.
Gaara took a deep breath in and let it out. He shook his knuckles to get rid of the pieces of wall that were still stuck to his knuckles.
He stomped, Gaara-style, to the cafeteria to get his woman back.
He knew exactly what was going on here!...
Matsuri was trying to have Hinata for herself.
He read about her kind on the cursed Internet. She was a lesbian.
Not just a regular one either.
She was a lesbian who was attempting to steal his Hinata away from him!
Never mind, I take back what I said before.
He did NOT know what was going on here.
He thought that the girl who was secretly yet obviously obsessed with him with a murder tendency that he may have given her was attempting to steal his not-girlfriend!
He was way off.
For a genius with an IQ higher than Shikamaru's, he really was an idiot.
He thought he had competition with Naruto around, but this was worse.
Did Hinata prefer girls?
If so, he would just have to slaughter every single female in Konoha and in the 10,000 mile radius.
Problem solved.
Kidding.
Gaara reached the cafeteria doors and pushed the doors open with too much force. The double doors made such a loud noise that it got everyone's attention.
He usually didn't need everyone's attention, he just needed Hinata's but to have Hinata's attention, he would have to have their attention first. (If that made sense.)
Gaara stood on top of an empty table, no cafeteria monitors halting him hoping to live till an old age, "Listen up. I have changed my former rules regarding Hinata Hyuga. No males NOR females are permitted to talk to her," a moment of silence fell upon the eating teens, "That is all, carry on."
Gaara ignored the silence and went about to found his bluenette.
Meanwhile across the other end of the cafeteria, Matsuri had been doing quite a good job of planning Hinata's demise.
Strangely enough, the table that she sat at had an amazing, clear view of Gaara's table.
That must be just a coincidence.
(Not just a coincidence.)
Matsuri's smile had faltered a bit as she knew that Gaara's new school rule would ruin her plan, she heavily sighed, hoping Hinata would ask why.
She did.
The poor girl's naiveness will be death of her.
Or Matsuri.
Most probably Matsuri.
Unless Gaara kills Matsuri first... So it pretty much depends on whoever's butcher knife cuts the deepest. Perhaps Gaara's mother wouldn't mind letting him borrow hers.
Hinata noticed her new friend's smile fall, "Matsuri, don't listen to Gaara. I'm sure h-he really wouldn't do anything to you."
He would.
He could torturously tear her apart from limb to limb if he wanted to, which he did.
Matsuri used those two years of acting class experience to draw tears in her eyes, "I was really hoping we could be f-friends."
If Gaara liked girls with idiotic stutters, she would fake a stutter.
Like I've mentioned before, the girl was obviously obsessed with him. She would sell her soul for a pair of Gaara's boxers.
Hinata stood up and walked over to the other side of the table to comfort the lunatic , "We can be. M-maybe if I talk to Gaara.."
"Where the hell is she?", asked Gaara as he slammed his fists on his usual table.
Temari sighed and pointed to Matsuri's table which consisted of the craziest of all his crazy fangirls. Gaara's head quickly snapped over there and his eye twitched.
Gaara stoically walked over to the table, silencing the whole table. He walked up to Matsuri and pulled her up, forcing her to stand.
"I need to speak to you. Follow me."
He roughly grabbed her wrist and led her out of the silenced cafeteria. Less than two seconds later, tons of fangirls overcrowded Hinata with writing utensils and notebooks.
"What's he like in bed? I need to know for my Gaara fanfiction!"
"Wh-"
"Does he wear boxers or briefs?"
"Do you have a pair on you?"
"Why would I-"
"What kind of toothpaste does he use?!"
"Where does he live?!"
"Tell us!"
She made her way through the vicious crowd and attempted to help Hinata; Hinata could get trampled on, or even worse faint then get trampled on.
Meanwhile, Gaara had silently led an inwardly smiling Matsuri to the rooftop.
He slammed her against the wall and put a hand on the wall next to both sides of her head.
"What are your true intentions with Hinata?"
"Nothing, I just want to be friends with her."
And eventually kill her.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
Gaara glared at the conniving girl, "Stay away from her or else."
Matsuri smirked at what-she-thought-was-him-flirting-with-the-deranged-girl, "Or else what?"
Gaara stepped back and headed to the roof door. He put his hand on the doorknob and spoke.
"Talk to her again and I'll bury you alive."
He swiftly left and Matsuri smirked. She began rubbing her wrist where he had left a red mark from holding it too tightly.
"Good idea. Maybe that's how I'll get rid of her."
Gaara made his way to the cafeteria and everyone was quickly silenced as they noticed Matsuri was no longer with him.
R.I.P Matsuri.
They had quickly assumed he had killed her off for merely talking to Hinata. Some even stood up and looked through the window, hoping to see if he had pushed her off the roof to a splattered death.
He didn't.
Darn.
Gaara walked to his usual table where Hinata now sat. He sat down in the empty space next to her as she ate her lunch.
Shikamaru and Kiba stood up, "Where's the body? It's our turn to take care of it."
Hinata stopped eating and turned to face a poker faced Gaara, "What are they talking about?"
Gaara nonchalantly interlaced their fingers under the cafeteria table, "I didn't kill her."
Well, not yet anyways.
He stroked her soft hand with his thumb. The cafeteria suddenly became silent as Matsuri made her way inside the cafeteria and towards Gaara's table.
Surprisingly, her body was still in tact.
She marched up to Hinata, "Hinata, come eat lunch with us!"
Hinata glanced at Gaara who had redirected his glare at Matsuri, "I-"
"Let's go," the deranged girl forcibly made the poor girl stand.
She pressed her hands to Hinata's back, slowly pushing her away, and then she turned her head around to throw Gaara a wink.
Gaara's eye responded with a twitch.
The girl had just ensured her death sentence.
Matsuri dragged Hinata to the envy filled table, "Hinata, finish your lunch so I can take you somewhere."
Hinata opened her mouth to question her but was cut off, "Just eat."
Two minutes later, Hinata's slow eating had gotten the best of Matsuri's impatience. Matsuri ripped out the sandwich between her lips and threw on top of her plate. She then took the plate and threw it inside one of the trash cans.
Well, at least she got to eat some of her lunch this time.
She dragged an extremely confused and hungry Hinata to a janitor's closet door in the abandoned part of Konoha High. She opened the door with one of those 'Sai' smiles plastered on her face and gestured for Hinata to go inside.
"Why do you want me to go inside?"
"There's something in there that I have to show you!"
Perhaps the severed heads of other girls who were previously tough competition for Gaara's affections? Or perhaps their rotting corpses? (Eh... The girl was insane, what do you expect?)
Hinata's gullibility will be her downfall.
She quietly made her way into the closet, awaiting for Matsuri to join her.
A moment which never came.
Matsuri slammed the door and of course with Hinata's luck, the door locked on the outside.
Hinata began to pound on the door, "Matsuri! What's going on?"
Matsuri whistled away as she nonchalantly played with the key on her finger, "I'm teaching you a lesson about being too smug with my boyfriend!"
Boyfriend?
For Kami's sake, he couldn't even remember the girl's name!
She muted out Hinata's pleas to free her and exited the school.
"Gaara, calm down. You have to let Hinata have some friends or else she's going to hate you completely," explained his close friend, Kiba.
Gaara grit his teeth, "She's trying to take Hinata away from me Kiba. She's the only girl I've ever had these...feelings for and she's being taken away from me. How am I supposed to stay 'calm'?"
Kiba pat his friend's back, "This will all pass over in a couple days. At the end of the day, Hinata's going to be in your arms. Don't stress it. And you too, Naruto!"
On the other side of the table, Naruto had his head in his arm sulking and mumbling something on the lines of about he had ruined his only chance with Sakura and how he was going to find and kill that waitress if it was the last thing he ever did.
The bell rang indicating lunch time had ended. Gaara quickly stood up and began a futile search for a certain bluenette.
Kiba gave the psychotic red head a sympathetic grin, "Come on. She'll show up later."
But she didn't.
She didn't show up to any of her classes, nor did she show up at the end of the day by the 'Shinobi's personal parking spaces.
Yeah, those existed here at Konoha High.
Gaara was loitering around his motorcycle along with the rest of the Shinobi, waiting for Hinata to show up .
But she never did.
Naruto nervously looked at his red headed friend', "Gaara, you don't think that she was-"
He just had to ask!
Gaara felt his jean's pocket vibrate and he brought out his iPhone. He had gotten a text from an unknown number.
'We've got your little girlfriend here by the pier. You want her? Come get her. ;)'
Gaara threw down the expensive phone and crushed the phone under his combat boot, "Fucking bastards got her at the pier!"
Great timing, Naruto.
Gaara hopped onto his motorcycle, bad boy style, as everyone followed his lead to where they thought Hinata was being held captive.
Word of the day: Thought.
They rode to the pier, once again breaking every single traffic law, until they reached it. Gaara parked his motorcycle and took out an expensive gun out of his pocket. He took off the safety and led them to one of the old buildings.
"Gaara, why do you have a gun? I'm sure we can get them with just our fists," said Temari as she tried to prevent a bloody massacre.
Gaara sent her a glare, "This is the second time she's been kidnapped. And it will also be the last."
An ear curling scream was heard from inside one of the abandoned buildings and they all ran towards it.
Hoodlums.
Gaara pushed the a door open as he sent signals to the rest of the 'Shinobi' to infiltrate the building. Gaara heard another scream come from the upstairs floor.
He ran up the wooden stairs and slammed open the first door he saw to find nothing, and then he opened the second door.
He rose his gun to a smirking brunette with a toothpick hanging from his lips.
"Looking for something?"
The door behind Gaara slammed shut and he felt a gun being held to the back of his head.
"What are you here for?"
Gaara glared at the soon to be dead man, "Cut the crap. Where is she?"
Genma smirked,"Oh, you mean your pretty little girlfriend?"
Genma went to a closet and pulled out a blindfolded figure who was tied up.
"Well, here she is!"
Gaara blinked.
He lowered his gun and elbowed the brunette behind him. The figure clutched their lower abdomen area and Gaara used this chance to flip him down into the hardwood floor.
Gaara harshly stepped on the fallen man's wrist with his combat boot forcing him to release the gun in his hand, "Don't ever point a gun at me."
Gaara nonchalantly proceeded to leave the room when Genma stopped him, "Look! This really is her!"
Genma took off the blindfold to reveal a not-Hinata.
"Gaara! Help me please!"
Gaara simply blinked, "That is not Hinata. You've merely wasted my time."
"Wait, what are we supposed to do with her?!"
He put his hand on the door, ready to go look for the real Hinata, "Do whatever the hell you want with her."
He simply walked out as he disregarded Matsuri's pleas for help.
Gaara rounded up the 'Shinobi', "She's not here. Somebody better find her before I rip somebody's head off."
They set off in search of the missing bluenette.
Meanwhile back at the warehouse, Genma and Ebisu helped Matsuri out of the ropes she was tied in.
Matsuri stood up and rubbed her wrists, "I can't believe him! He just left me here!"
But hey, at least he's still hot.
Genma scratched the back of his neck and sent Ebisu a worried glance, "So are you still going pay us or what?"
Matsuri angrily threw them some bills from her pocket and left the worn down building. She hopped into her car and opened one of the car's compartments. She took out a shiny butcher knife and started to drive towards Konoha High.
Oh my.