Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, Gaara and Hinata would end up together and life would be unicorns and rainbows.
This chapter is very suspenseful and dramatic but there's still humor and the ending statement is hilarious! (I think) Someone dies... But this chapter is not the end of the story, there are many, many more chapters left so enjoy this chapter :) Favorite, review, follow, tumblr message (misfitastic) etc. All of those are very much appreciated. Enjoy the chapter!
The smell of incoming death was in the air.
Or maybe it was just the old, dirty mop sitting next to Hinata.
She had been in stuck in the closet for hours! She was hoping her 'knight in shining blood stains' would come but he didn't.
Hinata backed her head into the wall.
How could she be so stupid?
She had befriended another psychopath. It seems as if she draws in psychopaths.
The girl wasn't unicorns and rainbows. She was lethal and blood knives.
Too bad Hinata couldn't tell the difference earlier. If she could she wouldn't be stuck in a deserted janitor's closet that smells like Naruto's toilet.
And that's pretty bad.
Hinata slunk down and let out a heavy sigh. What would happen in the morning? Would the lunatic return and slit her throat? Or will the better of the two lunatics come by and slit her captor's throat?
In a dark, unusual way Hinata hoped for the latter.
Hinata shook her head.
No,no,no.
She shouldn't be thinking so pessimistically. It's not like Matsuri was a bigger psychopath than their mutual object of affections who would actually cut her up to pieces and dispose of the corpse in-
Oh, wait!
She was.
Darn.
She heard footsteps near her and for the very first time in her life, she had begun to pray.
Matsuri was pissed.
Hinata had just transferred into Konoha High and she was closer to Gaara than she ever was. It wasn't fair. Not only did she have a close friendship with Gaara, but he also held feelings for that pathetic weakling.
That bitch! She was obviously at fault here. Walking around with Gaara's melted stone heart in her hands as if it meant nothing. How dare she?
Matsuri grit her teeth.
Welcome to the mind of a psychopath.
Hinata was obviously a problem.
Matsuri grinned at the butcher knife in hand.
She would have the pleasure of taking down that problem.
Or so she thought.
While Matsuri planned out on how she would cut Hinata's body into tiny pieces, one by one, and what'd she name her and Gaara's future non-existent children, Gaara was just as pissed as Matsuri was.
Just a lot more furious and there were more homicidal thoughts.
Except his homicidal thoughts were directed towards Matsuri.
And he had no problem whatsoever on proceeding with his homicidal thoughts.
"Gaara! Maybe we should go back to the school," said Kiba as he roared up his motorcycle attempting to catch up with a very furious gang leader.
"Kiba's right. That's where we all last saw her," screamed Temari as Shikamaru tailgated Gaara.
Gaara just remained silent. He simply turned the direction from which they were going to and towards Konoha High.
Gaara and less important others and Matsuri were practically racing to Konoha High.
Aw crap.
Matsuri parked her vehicle and slammed the door shut. She started speed walking to the back doors. She took out a bobby pin and twisted it around in the doorknob until she heard a clicking sound. She put the bobby pin back in her hair and proceeded to the closet Hinata was trapped in.
While Matsuri was speed walking to the closet, Gaara and his fellow 'Shinobi' members had just arrived. Gaara parked his Harley Davidson and silently walked up to the double doors.
Naruto walked up next to him and attempted to reason with him, "Look, she's probably not here. All of the lights are off! Let's just go home. She's fine!"
Gaara stoically looked at him and then merely looked back towards the locked doors. He raised up a combat boot and nonchalantly kicked the doors open.
The doors fell down as if they were feathers.
Hoodlum.
Gaara nonchalantly began to walk into the slight darkness, "We'll go home when Hinata does. Understood?"
Temari followed behind him and looked at the pitiful doors.
He'd pay for it later. He always does.
Correction, rich hoodlum.
Gaara took out his gun and reloaded it with the bullets in his pocket.
"Gaara... Why did you-" asked Naruto as he gulped.
"Tonight, someone shall die."
That someone either being Hinata or Matsuri or perhaps Gaara.
"Split up. Take different halls but pair up with someone else. This might be the Akatsuki's work again. Kiba, you're with me."
Kiba walked over to him with a metal bat, "Whatever you say, boss."
Everyone then split up into different halls.
One would think Gaara would be the one to be assigned to the abandoned hall where Hinata rests in such a cliche usual fanfiction love story manner, right?
Well, this is a story about a possessive psychopath slash gang leader who's in love with a sane, socially awkward girl and who occasionally tries to woo her with ways he finds on wikihow. 'Cliche' is not in the description therefore Naruto and Tenten ended up being assigned to the abandoned hall.
Don't hate the fanfiction, hate the people who provide the writer with Internet accessibility.
As Gaara and Kiba checked every classroom in the B wing of Konoha High, Naruto and Tenten decided to split up. Naruto would stay and Tenten would check things out in the courtyard.
As Naruto gave up attempting to find Hinata, although he never actually started to find Gaara's supposed soul mate, he heard some footsteps come his way but he simply ignored it.
Hinata heard some footsteps and her face enlightened as she saw the doorknob slowly turning.
Oh, the suspense.
Naruto felt a hand on his shoulder.
He quickly turned around to find...
DUN. DUN. DUN.
The closet door opened.
Oh no.
Clearly, Hinata's life sucked.
Matsuri.
Naruto turned around to find Tenten there, "Find anything?"
She shook her head, "How about you? Did you look thoroughly? You know, Gaara doesn't like half assed jobs."
Naruto gulped, "I checked everything. Let's just go."
The fool.
That's the end of this chap-Kidding!
Matsuri closed the door and leaned against it; butcher knife behind her back, "What the hell does he see in you?"
Hinata quickly stood up and pressed herself against the wall, "W-why are you doing this to me?"
Matsuri walked up to her.
The poor girl was about to pee herself.
She took out the butcher knife and shined it on Hinata's face, "It's such a shame really. We could have been good friends but you just had to chase after Gaara."
Oh sure.
Like she was the one who claimed him as her own and forbid anyone of the different sex and later on, same sex from even interacting with him. Yup, that was definitely her.
Sarcasm intended.
That was more of Matsuri's field.
"I-I-I didn't chase after him!", Hinata retorted back as she gulped at the sight of a potential murder weapon.
"So are you telling me you have no feelings whatsoever for Gaara?", she said as she inched closer to Hinata.
Hinata gulped.
Feelings for Gaara? She was secretly crazy for the boy. Her heart beat sped up as if on meth whenever he was around. Her breath hitched in her throat and her palms got all sweaty. Whenever she looked at him, she just wanted him to take her into his strong arms and dug her face into his muscular chest.
But she'd never admit that.
He shouldn't have fallen in love with a goody goody. She shouldn't have fallen in love with a psychopath.
But he did.
And she did.
Hinata shook her head, in fear for her life, "N-no. I don't. I swear!"
Matsuri swung her large knife, intentionally missing, "You're a liar."
Tears began to run down Hinata's face, "Please stop. I beg o-of you."
She's too young to die.
Besides she hasn't even told Gaara how she feels. She can't die just yet.
Matsuri smirked at the trembling smaller girl, "You hurt Gaara. You hurt me. Therefore I hurt you."
A click was heard.
Hinata's eyes widened.
"Put down the knife," said the voice belonging to our favorite red head.
Matsuri's eyes widened as she felt the tip of his gun make contact with the back of her head.
"There's nothing special about her anyway. What do you see in this stupid, pathetic girl?", asked Matsuri as she spun around and grabbed Hinata by the hair.
"Touch her and I'll kill you."
Matsuri pouted, "You kill me. I kill her."
"Kill her. I kill you, then I kill myself."
That's how psychopaths in love think.
"I don't like that idea. How about I just kill her and then we go get frozen yogurt?"
Why couldn't this girl just get it through her thick skull that he just diDN'T LIKE HER AND HE'S IN LOVE WITH HINATA. BESIDES HE DOESN'T EVEN LIKE FROZEN YOGURT!
How selfish.
Gaara raised the area where his eyebrows should be, "Are you perhaps mental?"
Hinata squirmed helplessly under Matsuri's hold, "Gaara! P-please help me."
Gaara stared at her with affectionate eyes, "Hinata, don't worry. This will all be over when I pull the trigger."
"OR," interrupted Matsuri, "Or when I slash your pretty little throat out."
And at that very moment Gaara had turned into his infamous 'Shukaku' mode.
Something he had never wanted Hinata to see.
His eyes went from a soft, caring to a blank, cold expression. He took Matsuri's hand with the butcher knife and twisted it, much to Matsuri's dismay.
The pain of her broken wrist forced Matsuri to let go of Hinata's hair. Hinata was violently sobbing as she ran to the opposite wall.
"You can't run away from your death sentence."
Eh? What do you know? You're just a psychotic fangirl who doesn't even know what his favorite dairy product is.
Hinata - 1.
Matsuri - Negative 632772627723627636239294736.
Well, Hinata doesn't know what his favorite dairy product is either but hey, he's in love with her and her lack of his likes and dislikes knowledge doesn't quite matter to him.
At all.
She could have a goatee and he'd still love her and steal a few kisses here and there, not caring about the strange facial hair on her chin brushing against his chin.
But that's completely theoretically of course.
Matsuri threw the butcher knife at Hinata, relying on her perfected aim.
It missed.
Only by an inch or so, but that was an inch or so from dying.
Gaara looked back as the knife that almost grazed her neck. He was about to shoot Matsuri but his gun was slapped away, while he was looking out for Hinata's health.
The gun slid across the janitor's closet. Matsuri and Gaara quickly glared at each other and pummeled each other for it.
"If I can't have you, no one can!"
"Damn it, Hinata run! Get out of here and find somebody to take you back home. Run!"
She didn't run.
She just cowered in the corner next to wall as they battled each other.
Someone was going to die.
As Matsuri continued to reach for the loaded gun, Gaara took out a switch blade with faded blood stains. He plunged it into Matsuri's stomach.
Oh , but his work here wasn't done yet.
Such a shame he forgot to take out the switchblade from Matsuri.
"Hinata! Go! Get the hell out of here!", he said as he walked up to Hinata.
"I don't want you to be here!"
That sounded less harsh in his head.
He helped the heavily breathing girl onto her feet when his own weaponry was used against him. Matsuri plunged the switchblade into Gaara's back.
"Hinata! Look at what you made me do!", she said with a pinch of delusion in her voice.
Gaara took the switchblade out of his toned back and attempted to aim it somewhere it would leave a permanent mark.
"Help! S-s-somebody please help!"
Hinata looked back and forth between the two lunatics in love or lust, (or maybe a mixture of both) and continued to cry.
What the hell was she going to do?
What the hell COULD she do?
If she fainted at this very crucial moment, she would never forgive herself; if she ever lived to it.
And to think that all of this happened in a 6 by 7 sized closet.
Hm..
"She can't love you like I can! No one can!"
"I'm in love with her!"
"No, you're not!"
"The lust you have towards me doesn't even compare to the love I have for her."
Gaara and Matsuri plummeted down and Matsuri reached her butcher knife as Gaara defended himself. The gun was in an arms length from the both of them.
A shot was fired.
A deadly one.
Now there was only two people alive in the small closet.
Hinata sank down to her knees.
This couldn't be happening!
This couldn't have!
This wasn't the way things were supposed to be.
She was supposed to admit her mutual feelings for Gaara and stand up to her father and get rid of her stutter and become best friends with Matsuri and live a happily ever after.
Luck was not on Hinata's side.
The gun slid out of her weary hands.
Matsuri's body lay motionless as if she was dead.
Which she now was.
A shot through the head was all it took.
She had just committed homicide...manslaughter even.
Gaara pushed Matsuri's lifeless body off of him as if it were a piece of trash.
Which to him, valued less than trash. Burn.
He rushed to Hinata's side and crushed her into his arms. She didn't react at all. She just stared at her could've-been-cause-of-her-death past Gaara's shoulder. He kissed her cheek and wiped away her still flowing tears.
He hushed her and rubbed her back as if saying 'Don't worry. The second homicide is much easier.'
Gaara was never an expert in comforting people but at least he'd try with Hinata.
Kiba walked in with Lee and Shikamaru, "We heard some screaming, is everything-"
He looked at a crying unresponsive Hinata being held in Gaara's arms as Matsuri's dead body lay less than a foot away.
"You killed her so fast. A shot through the head? I thought you liked shooting them in the heart where it hurts the most," said Shikamaru as he evaluated her dead body.
"I-"
"He didn't kill her. I did," spoke a very timid voice coming from within Gaara's grasp.
He hugged her closer and whispered comforting words as she eventually stopped crying; on the outside.
The rest of the 'Shinobi' were notified to come down to the closet. They had to debate on who'd bury Matsuri's body and clean up the mess they had left behind.
Some Shinobi were left in the hallway as only the most in charge members stayed in the closet, along with a lifeless body. Gaara had his arm slung around her shoulder, ignoring the immense amount of blood dripping from his stab wound. Hinata dug her face into her knees trying to avoid seeing Matsuri's dead body. Shino had put a handkerchief over her head but the blood had seeped through it.
"What are we waiting for?" asked a frustrated Kankuro as he rolled his eyes.
"Naruto but he's coming. I see him at the end of the hall," said the more patient female sibling.
Naruto walked in, not taking notice of his surroundings and took a couple whiffs of the air inside the closet.
Naruto and his fucking horribly timed questions.
"Why does this closet smell like dead people?"