Well, here's chapter four! Sorry it took so long. I had school stuff to do, not to mention that my computer wouldn't let me on the internet for a couple of days. Just be glad I didn't throw it out the window. Right, Gaara?

Gaara: Hn.

What's wrong with you?

Gaara: I was barely in the last chapter. This is a story about me, you know.

You're in this chapter a lot, so quit complaining.

Gaara: -glares-

Meep! Erm, anyway, enjoy the story! Oh, and please let me know if the rating should go up after this chapter. You'll see why when you read it. –runs-

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. If I did, I would kill whoever chose the voice actors for the English version.

Warning: Sexual intent/content ahead.


"There are other things I can do with you first."

There were many ways you could interpret those words. Hinata had replayed them over and over in her head, and none of the outcomes she thought of were good. Hell, the best outcome she could think of was where she was used as bait for something from the village. As a ninja, she knew that she should think of that as the worst possibility, but the others she thought of were more directed at her as an individual, and those sounded a whole lot worse to her.

To put it simply, Hinata was scared. She had never been a situation like this before, and she didn't know what to do. She tried numerous techniques on the chain that bound her to the wall, but it was made of some ninja-proof metal, or so it seemed, and wouldn't break. That must have been why he had left her alone; he knew she wouldn't be able to escape.

She had been very tempted to swat his hand away when he placed it under her chin, lifting it up so their eyes met. Had it not been for her naturally timid nature, she probably would have done so. Instead, she tried her best to erase all signs of fear from her face, and stared him straight in the eye. In spite of her efforts, however, all he did was laugh. She really hated that laugh. And then he left, saying something about how he had to "get ready".

And so, she was left alone to contemplate the meaning of his words. No matter how she looked at it, there was probably at least some sexual intent behind them. Not that she had much experience in that field, but it really was quite obvious. The way he smiled that creepy smile of his when he said it…she shook her head furiously. No, she told herself. I can't be thinking about that. I have to focus on getting out of here. She began to think of something she could do to escape when she froze.

She heard footsteps coming towards the room.

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Gaara was angry.

To be more specific, he was very pissed off. Even he himself didn't understand why. He did, however, know that his anger was directed at that guy, Michio. Gaara had no doubt that he would be dead very soon, by his own hands. He was already plotting ways to kill him with his sand. Maybe he should crush him, or bury him under hundreds of feet of sand like he did with that Kimimaro guy…

He felt someone was staring at him, and picked his gaze up from the ground he had been intently studying. Temari was looking at him with a mixed look of fear and concern on her face. Gaara realized that he probably looked even angrier than he usually did, and instantly put his expressionless look back on his face.

It wasn't like him to feel such strange emotions. He thought that he had long ago hidden all his feelings away deep inside him, left with only the desire to kill. Yes, some of that desire had disappeared after his fight with that strange blond kid, but he was still as emotionless as ever. Or at least, he thought so. He admitted that he felt something similar to tolerance of his siblings now, whereas before he had never even acknowledged them as anything more than people that were in his way. But surely he hadn't changed other than that?

He was beginning to have his doubts. He felt his anger bubbling inside him, a kind of anger different than what he felt when he was fighting Naruto. Then, it had been directed at the young boy he was fighting, anger that he felt when he felt that he was going to lose his reason for existing. After all, he believed that he only existed to kill, and that that existence was proved only by killing by his opponent. When, for the first time, he felt that he might lose, he also felt that he would lose his right to live, and had been angry at the boy for taking that away from him.

No, this was a different kind of anger. This time, he didn't seem to have any reason to be upset. It hadn't been him who had been taken; it was just some girl that he had only just met. It didn't have anything to do with him. Yet he felt like it did. When he thought that the girl could be hurt, or possibly even dead, he felt this strange anger rising in his chest. Why did he feel this way? He had never cared if someone had died before, especially someone he hardly knew. Why now?

So many questions and not enough answers. As he jumped through the trees with his fellow ninja (for what else was he to call them? They were certainly not his comrades), he searched for the answers that he knew would never come. Not until he met face-to-face with the girl. What was her name? He asked himself yet another question. He had never had any reason to remember a name before, so it took a moment to for it to enter his mind. Hyuuga Hinata. He savored the name, thinking how it seemed to fit the shy girl. The thought was alien to him. How could he, Gaara of the Sand, possibly be thinking about a girl's name, and, even more absurd, how the name related to the actual human being to whom it belonged?

He then realized that he had changed. The feelings he felt in his chest were as alien to him as his thoughts, and he knew that the old him would never have felt that way. Whoever that girl was, she had changed him in even more ways than the blond boy she admired. He remembered Naruto cheering her on at the Chuunin Exam, and how she refused to give up just for him. It was quite obvious when he looked back at it: the way she grew confident at his cheers, the look in her eyes when he told her she could change herself. She had almost lost her life in that battle, and probably would have if the various Jounin hadn't intervened. And she did so just to prove to the boy that she had the courage to fight. He realized that he admired that courage, the courage to do anything for the person you truly cared about.

Wait. What was he thinking? The person you cared about? Since when did he care about anything other than himself? He immediately dismissed his previous thought, and all other thoughts for that matter. For as he had been thinking, they had arrived at the waterfall, which shielded the hut that held Hinata.

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Michio entered the room, and the first thing Hinata noticed was his lack of clothing. He wore no shirt, and had only a pair of boxers covering his legs. His old face didn't match his body, for it was still young and in shape. She instinctively shrunk towards the wall, her back pressed firmly against it. Her fears had been realized: he had indeed meant his words in a sexual way.

"Now, my dear, don't do that," he said, seeing her inching away from him. "I'm doing you a favor. I'm giving you the opportunity to have some fun. You were right; I do need to kill you in order to get the secrets of the Byakugan, so I'm doing you a favor before I kill you." He began to walk towards her, causing her to flinch in fear.

"S-stay away!" Hinata cried, her eyes filling with tears. "Please no…" It was whispered so quietly that only she could hear; however, he was standing in front of her now, and indeed heard her, the words making him chuckle. He once again lifted her chin up, this time placing his face closer to hers. His breath smelled of smoke and alcohol, which could explain the strange difference of aging of his body and face.

"What's wrong, Princess?" he said, hiccupping. It was clear that he was drunk, though that hardly accounted for his actions. She was sure things wouldn't have been much different even if he hadn't been intoxicated with alcohol. "You're not -hic- scared, are you?" His nose was only inches away from hers now, and she couldn't help it: she slapped him.

He took a step back, clearly surprised at her sudden assertiveness. Her actions, however, only made his smile grow, and he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Well, if that's how you're going to be, then I'll just have to -hic- make you have fun, won't I?" He stepped forward again, placing one knee on the bed, and, reaching out towards her, unzipped her tan jacket. He then slipped it off of her, though she made it quite difficult by lashing out with both her arms and legs.

She now sat on the bed wearing only her dark, bluish-black shirt and pants, her jacket lying beside her. Or rather, she was lying on the bed, since he had forced himself on top of her. She was very afraid now, and was kicking her legs every which way to try and get him off her. However, he was so drunk that even when her flailing legs hit him he barely flinched. He then moved his hands down, and she knew that he made to take her pants off. Oh, God, she thought. Please, someone help me! Anyone! Kiba, Shino, please come! Gaara…She was desperate at this point, to the fact that she was calling silently to someone she had only met by accidentally bumping into him.

Michio was so busy (and so drunk) that he hadn't noticed the sand that had been silently creeping into the house until it was too late. Before he could do any more damage to the frightened genin, he was covered in the brown substance and thrown across the room into the opposite wall. It was only then that they noticed the ninja from the Village Hidden in the Sand standing in the doorway.

Gaara.


Bonus: Michio's profile

Age: 41 (too young to be retired, I know)

Height: 172cm (5ft 8in)

Hair: Brown with grey spots here and there

Eyes: Brown

Comments: My first OC. Not bad out of 6 stories, huh? I never actually intended for him to be more than a random character that Team 8 had to escort him. But, before I knew it, he had turned into a huge character. I actually used him in a short story I had to write for English. Once again, he was the bad guy. Sorry, Michio! Is it weird for me to feel bad for a character I made up? I wonder…


Ok, this chapter kinda got out of control, huh? I never intended for this to turn out this way. But, after looking back at the last chapter (and getting a review commenting about how he was going to rape her), I realized that I had totally set him up for that. -shudders- So, I kinda had to put that in there. I apologize that it's poorly written, but I haven't written anything like that before (and didn't think I ever would…). On a more positive note, I liked writing about Gaara. I thought it would be nice to see his sensitive side. Go kick his ass, Gaara! Hehe. Anyway, once again, please tell me if I should change the rating. I'm really not good with that sort of thing. I wonder how many viewers I'll lose after this chapter? Heh. Well, as always, please review and give any constructive criticism. Especially for this chapter, since this is way different than anything I've ever written before. Arigatou!