Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, Gaara and Hinata would end up together and life would be unicorns and rainbows.

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One would think Hinata would've learned the first time around.

Hinata looked left, behind her, right and left again. She pointed a finger at herself, "Me?"

The white haired teenager smiled at the timid girl and waved his hand towards himself.

Hadn't anyone ever taught her that she shouldn't talk to strangers?

"May I help you?"

Obviously not.

Well, it's not like this stranger was another psychopath who was secretly planning her murder.

The loaded gun rested smugly in his pocket.

Pshh.

As if that situation would ever happen again.

"I'm Suigetsu, Neji's friend."

Hinata blinked, "Did something happen to Neji?"

Suigetsu faked a dramatic sigh, "He got in a little 'accident' and now he's in the hospital. His last words to me were for me to retrieve you right before he fell unconscious.."

As if she's not going to buy tha-

"Oh my! We better hurry then. Thank you!"

Never mind.

She did.

Suigetsu smirked revealing his sharp teeth, "Hop in then."

Hinata naively nodded her head, "Can you go in detail of what happened?"

Nothing really happened.

No, I mean nothing actually happened.

"I'll tell you about it on the way there. Just get in and I'll take to the hospital."

Or land you in the hospital.

Whatever works best for his homicidal schedule.

Hinata stopped as she laid her hand on the car door, "Actually, I'm supposed to be waiting for someone here."

Of course, when a girl goes missing the principal has to care.

Or last pretend to care while she fans herself with Gaara's bribery money.

Whoever said that money doesn't rule the world is a lying whore.

He had told Hinata to meet him in the front of Konoha High while he resolved some certain issues that had to be taken care of.

"Who?"

"Me," came a sudden raspy voice from their surroundings.

That was extremely good timing.

Efficient enough to add more days to her life span.

Phew.

Hinata turned around to face a scowling Gaara, "G-gaara!"

He slid a territorial hand over her shoulder, "Who the hell are you?"

Hinata looked up to the taller boy and gave him the 'what the fuck? You're hot and I'm pretty sure I've fallen for you and you're hot but that's no excuse to be rude to anything with a pulse and a penis that talks to me' look, "Please don't be rude. This is Neji's friend."

Suigetsu outstretched an inwardly struggling hand towards him, "Suigetsu."

Gaara looked at his fellow psychopath's hand and back at his face, "Let's go, Hinata."

He gently tugged on her shoulder to indicate it was time to leave, "B-but I have to go to the hospital. Neji got in an accident of some sort."

Gaara nodded, "I'll take you."

He began to drag her away, "But you don't even know where it is!"

"I'll find out. Let's go home."

Hinata looked behind her as she mouthed to Suigetsu 'Come back tomorrow please. I'll make sure Gaara won't be there to interfere'. He faked a smile and nodded to the thought to be soon dead girl. He hopped into his car and stared as Hinata began to bicker with the red head.

He lifted up his gun and pointed it at her from behind his windshield, "You got lucky today but it won't happen again," he smiled to himself as he thought of his precious deceased Matsuri, "I'm going to enjoy blowing her brains out of her head."

Hinata routinely put on her helmet as she struggled to climb the large death bike, "I don't understand why you must be so rude."

Gaara started his second most prized possession, third to Hinata and his family, "I don't like sharing."

She blushed under her helmet and that was that. Not a word was spoken after that.

They arrived to the warehouse lastly, Gaara helped Hinata off the vehicle and led her inside. They walked to the kitchen where everyone else resided.

Hinata gasped, "Naruto, what happened to you?"

Naruto just shook his swollen head as Hinata analyzed over his body, "Are you alright?"

She walked over to him and began to check his injuries, "I'll borrow a first aid kit from Hanare."

Naruto attempted to smile at her with his extremely busted mouth until he saw Gaara glaring at him from behind Hinata. His smiling attempt dropped and he violently shook his head.

Because of Hinata's kindness, he would end up dead.

R.I.P. Naruto Uzumaki. Cause of death? Strangled to death by territorial psychopath in love.

Such a pity.

Hinata gently shook her head, "We have to get you bandaged up, please come with me."

She grabbed his wrist and you couldn't really tell because of his swollen all-of-area-around-his-eyes was swollen but his eyes were widened. He stared at Gaara as he nonchalantly walked away. He breathed out a sigh of relief that was taken too soon.

Gaara took one of Kankuro's lighters that lay on the table. He calmly walked over to a cupboard out of Hinata's peripheral vision. He opened the cabinet full of newly stocked ramen after his last batch suddenly disappeared after a misunderstanding about a date of some sort.

He opened the cabinet and flicked the lighter below it.

"Nuhhhh! Leah me lon. I like ih behhr whe Gaar was nuh n lo...v!" he exclaimed as he released himself from Hinata's light grasp and out of the room.

Translation of the misfortunate beaten up boy: I liked it better when Gaara was not in love.

He stomped, actually he limped, out of the kitchen.

The room stood in a pregnant silence as he limped back in, took his ramen from the cabinet but not before sending Hinata a not-so-discreet glare that in Gaara's alternate lunatic universe looked like a wink of some sort.

Something that did not go unnoticed by Gaara. He quickly left and everyone just continued their previous conversations.

Gaara put down the lighter and closed the cabinet with the ends of his lips slightly curved upwards. Hinata tapped on his shoulder and he looked down at the cause for Naruto's recent beatings, "Yes?"

Hinata worriedly looked at the door, "I'm worried about him. Do you know what happened to him?"

Gaara put a protective arm around her shoulder, "It's starting to get a little sad. He just keeps running into those blasted doors."

Hinata blinked and cutely tilted her head in confusion, "What kind of a door knocks two of your teeth out?"

A red headed door with extreme jealous issues and homicidal tendencies.

A raspy chuckle escaped his lips as he ruffled her hair. She sighed, knowing that was the end of that conversation. She walked over to the populated table and cleared her throat.

No one noticed. She tried again but it was futile. Gaara simply opened one of the drawers and took out a long knife. He nonchalantly walked over to the table and plunged it into the table, making everyone's head snap up in attention.

"Yes?" asked a curious Temari.

"Hinata has something to say."

Hinata nervously glanced at the knife, "Thanks Gaara. I-I have a couple of questions if you guys don't mind."

If they do mind her questions then I hope they don't mind Gaara slitting their throat.

"What...what did you guys do with her body?"

Gaara interluded, "Don't worry about it. We took care of it."

"But the police! And! Nobody even looked at me today! I think they know I did...you know."

Gaara crossed his chest, "No, they don't. Come on, let's go elsewhere."

Everyone but Sasuke, because he's apparently too cool for relief, let out a long awaited sigh.

Gaara slung his arm around her small frame and headed out the kitchen and towards his room.

He opened his room's door and gestured for her to go in with him in tow. She stood around waiting for him to say something. He shut the door and turned to face her. He grabbed a hold of her wrist and lead her to his bed.

He lifted the thick bed sheets on the left side of the large bed and pointed at them, "Get in."

Hinata merely nodded and slipped on; too exhausted to resist. He took the blankets and tucked her in. He nodded as he walked away and shut the blinds of the newly repaired window, "Go to sleep, you have bags under your eyes."

Hinata sighed, "I haven't slept very well these past few days."

He walked back over to the large bed and hovered over Hinata, "I know."

Hinata blinked away the waterworks that were beginning to form, "Do you think the people at school know what I did?"

Gaara shook his head, "Nonsense."

Comforting people is obviously not his forte.

"B-b-but today no one even talked to me. Nevertheless, looked at me. Not even the teachers.. They must know something..."

Gaara pressed his soft lips to her cheek, "Everything is going to be okay. Now sleep."

Hinata closed her almost white eyes and Gaara's lips curved slightly upwards. He nonchalantly walked out of the door and into the hall.

"You really care about her, huh?" Hinata heard Gaara's mother say outside of the room.

"That is none of your concern."

"Awwww, Gaara really has found his first love."

Hinata didn't have mutant powers to see through the wall but at the moment, Gaara was blushing a crimson red color.

She heard him begin to walk away, "Mother, you hang out here too much."

"Well, excuse me! You were 'hanging out' in my uterus for nine months and I didn't complain!"

"It wasn't even nine months. It was a premature birth," he calmly said as he continued walking away.

Hinata giggled as she heard a loud thud. She had a very subtle feeling that it was Karura's infamous butcher hitting the wall, playfully aiming for Gaara. And soon enough, she fell asleep.

Hinata groggily opened her light lavender eyes. She looked around and it was still pitch dark. She saw the digital clock on Gaara's night stand.

"Three o'clock in the morning..." she whispered mostly to herself.

She felt her back pressed against a hard chest with a toned arm slung protectively around her waist. She softly twisted her body around to find Gaara's sleeping face staring back at her.

She smiled and slid an arm across his long torso. She stared at his sex god face as her fingers intertwined themselves in Gaara's semi-long locks of red hair.

"Go back to sleep. You have to wake up soon anyways," a raspy voice slipped out of his lips.

"Okay," she said in the same position.

Gaara opened one of his jaded eyes, "You're not attempting to fall back asleep. Why?"

"Nothing," Hinata bit her lip awakening the undeniable urge to kiss her in Gaara.

"It's just that you're really handsome.." she said under her

breath.

She closed her eyes and so did Gaara, knowing where that would head. She shyly moved her head closer to his and pressed her lips to his, if only for several seconds. He returned the simple kiss with no complaints. A light tint of pink painted his cheeks but it quickly disappeared into his regular composure, "I'm still not letting you off with that guy."

Hinata knitted her eyebrows together, "I think I-wait, what?"

Gaara tightened his hold on her. Not too tight that a funeral for Hinata would be held but tight enough so that she wouldn't stand up and leave him in the darkness.

"I know you're only sucking up to me so I can let you go with that guy from earlier today to the hospital."

Hinata gaped, "I'm not! I-I was just saying but you can't s-stop me."

"I can and I will. I don't have a good feeling about that guy and you are not to get near him. That is final."

And to think, that she was this close to professing her love for him.

Hmph.

She didn't speak to him after that.

At all.

When they arrived at school, she ignored him. Lunch? She ignored him. Class? She ignored him.

Clearly, the girl was upset but Gaara's... well, he's Gaara. He didn't comprehend the silent treatment.

He did have people keep an eye on her just in case she attempted to sneak out of his sight to elope with Suigetsu or something on the lines of that.

At the end of the day, it was Naruto's turn to supervise Hinata. And with it being Naruto, one can already tell something terrible is going to happen. (Which will result in something even more terrible to happen to him later on.)

They were at Hinata's locker when she suddenly developed a maniacal plan on how to see her dear cousin, "I have to use the bathroom, Naruto."

Deep, deep, deep, (emphasis on the word 'deep') inside of sweet little Hinata, there was a conniving thug.

He shrugged and followed her to the bathroom just a few feet away, "No boys allowed! Y-you should go to to your locker as I you know...do my business."

He nodded and backed up as she went inside. He walked off to his locker in the opposite direction of the school's front doors. Hinata waited until she heard his footsteps fade away and poked her head out.

It was clear.

Therefore she ran.

She got out and looked left and right for any 'Shinobi' members. She saw Suigetsu leaning against his car once again. She sighed and started to speed walk towards him.

Meanwhile inside the school, Naruto came limping back to where he had last left Hinata.

The fool.

"Hinadah? Hinadah?" he called out in the girls' bathroom.

Nothing.

He looked left and right and went inside the girls bathroom. He checked under the stalls and came upon the realization that she had tricked him. A purple haired girl came in and she merely rose an eyebrow.

Her eyes were met with Naruto on his knees, hands reaching out towards the ceiling as he screamed a very long, 'Noo.' She blinked and uttered under her breath as she walked away, "I'll just pee when I get home."

Outside, Hinata was now face to face with the guy who may just possibly be charged with her murder unless a red headed certain somebody stopped him, "Why are you out of breath?"

She tried catching her breath, "You don't want to know. Let's go."

"We can't."

Hinata knitted her eyebrows together, "Why?"

He laughed, "Because your obviously upset boyfriend is standing right behind you."

Hinata swiftly turned around to see a fuming Gaara, "Gaara, I'm going whether you like it or not."

"Get. Over. Here," he said through gritted teeth.

Hinata shook his head, "Why don't you just let me go?"

Because maybe, just maybe, he's trying to prevent you from having to ride in a hearse.

"I don't like him!"

"You, you don't like anyone!" she hastily responded.

"...I like you."

"Gaara..."

He shook his head, "You know what? Fine! Go. Do whatever the hell you'd like. I don't care!"

Liar.

Of course he cares.

Hinata sighed and decided to leave before the guilt begins to overwhelm her, "Let's go Suigetsu."

She got in his car and avoided Gaara's disappointed gaze on her. Suigetsu winked at Gaara and got in the drivers' seat. They quickly disappeared out of Gaara's sight.

Gaara did his occasional 'Tch' and joined the rest of the present 'Shinobi' as they watched. Gaara leaned against one of the gates's walls as they waited for all the 'Shinobi' to get there.

Temari pitifully stared at Gaara, "Look, she's a-"

Gaara's eyes widened as he quickly pushed past a stoic Sasuke. He walked up to a car as the same handsome stranger that he ordered to reck his car a while ago, got out. He looked left and right for the missing bluenette.

"Neji?"

Neji lifted his gaze to meet Gaara's eyes, "Yes?"

"What are you doing here? Did you just get released from the hospital?"

He had a look of bewilderment painted on his face, "Hospital? I know I haven't contacted Hinata since... but I haven't been in the hospital. I was out trying to find an apartment for Hinata, her sister and I. I'm here to take her home. Where is she?"

Gaara snapped his head in the direction that Suigetsu's car drove off, "Fuck!"

Meanwhile in the car...

"Hinata, that's my buddy Juugo. He knows Neji too."

She looked back at the very large male, "H-hello," Hinata returned to her previous position with her cellphone in hand, debating on whether to call Gaara and apologize.

Suigetsu eyed the phone in her hand, "Can he borrow your cellphone? He needs to call his mother to tell him he'll be late to dinner tonight."

Because he'll be busy helping Suigetsu dispose of Hinata's corpse.

"Sure," she handed him the only way to contact Gaara.

Suigetsu smiled and stopped at a red light. He took the chance to roll up his long sleeves past his elbow. The light changed back to green and he lay his right arm on the glove department.

Hinata's eyes subconsciously drift from her lap to his forearm. Her eyes widened in realization as she set her eyes on his tattoo.

'MATSURI' it read in bold, large print with a large heart in the background. Her nervous breathing became unsteady and Suigetsu smirked.

Oh no!

Not again.

To be blunt, she was getting really fucking tired of being put on psychopaths' "to kill" list.

It's all fun and games until someone actually kills you.