Relativley short chapter, 200 less than numbero uno, but Hinata discovers Shukaku and Gaara discovers sleep. hoorah.

Disclaimer: yah, yah, i dont own Naruto, or the characters.

Chapter 2: Discovery

Hinata

Hinata easily found bandages and healing ointment in the small kitchen of the siblings. It was nothing like her own – large and spacious. This kitchen was small, with one row of shelves and dirty counters, with a small, three person table in the center. The fridge was shoved against a wall and hummed loudly. Hinata couldn't help but feel disgusted at the state of their kitchen; sand covered the floors and dirty dishes lay everywhere. She would have liked to clean it up if it had not been that Temari was still injured in the hallway.

Climbing back up the stairs, Hinata found Temari just where she had left her. Running over, she immediately began applying the ointment and bandages to Temari, a worried expression on her face. This was on Gaara's face, of course. And Gaara didn't worry about anyone but himself, right?

Temari stared at her red headed brother speechlessly as he wrapped a bandage around a wound on her leg. His emerald green eyes watched the bandage carefully, and if he had eyebrows, they would have been scrunched in worry and concentration.

As Gaara finished, he stepped back, saying

"You should be okay now." His permanently ringed eyes looked away from hers. Could this really be Gaara? "What happened?" He whispered.

"I…uh…you don't know?" Temari asked, astonished. Gaara shook his head, his messy red hair getting messier.

"You fell asleep, dumbass." Came the answer, from inside a room in the hall. A door opened, and an angry looking Kankuro (face void of make-up! Gasp!) walked out. Sand was pouring off him as he walked, as though he had been completely incased in it. "You fell asleep and damn Shukaku attacked and damaged Karasu and you better have our coffee soon, Temari." He grumbled as he walked past them towards the kitchen.

Then he stopped, froze. He turned his head with a screech towards Gaara, his little psycho brother who should be glaring at him right now and threatening to kill him. But instead, h e was bowing to him. Gaara. Bowing to him, Kankuro.

"I'm very sorry! I didn't know I couldn't sleep and I won't again!" Hinata cried. It sounded strange in Gaara's voice but she was sure he would've done the same if he had been here. It was only customary to apologize after the pain she'd caused them!

Kankuro and Temari stared. They were in shock. And then both came to the same conclusion at the same time. This was not their little brother! They exchanged glances, and knew they would jump the imposter. If it was not Gaara no sand would protect him.

Who the hell are you? A voice snarled in Hinata's head. Her ringed eyes widened as a throbbing pain engulfed her. You are not Gaara. Answer me. Hinata let loose a slow moan.

"What…who…?" Hinata gasped. The headache grew worse and she sank to her knees, gripping her scalp. The spot where the love kanji was began to burn.

Oh god girl, you really are pathetic. What are you doing in my vessel? The voice growled, in a whiny voice.

Hinata wanted to faint at the pain, like she always did, but hadn't Kankuro said not to sleep? She shivered at the thought that this thing in her head might come out if she slept.

"There is a voice in my head." Hinata whispered to her 'siblings.'

They exchanged another glance. Was it possible this was Gaara? If the demon was still talking…then, it hit Temari.

"Kankuro!" She cried, "There's someone else in Gaara's body!" He gave her a startled look that changed to one of 'oh, duh.'

Hinata began to wail as Shukaku induced a headache and a sudden need for coffee.

"C…coffee…" She mumbled, standing unsteadily and walking like a zombie down the hallway.

Gaara

"Damn sand monster!" Neji shouted. This would definitely fall on his head if the main branch found out something had happened to their oh so precious heir.

"I am not a monster." Gaara growled. He stepped forward carefully over the mess he had made, until he was staring Neji right in the face. "And I would not be in this spoiled, disgustingly weak body by choice, ever."

He grabbed Neji's collar with Hinata's fist, slamming the boy against a wall.

"So shut up, or I. Will. Kill. You." He aimed a punch right in between Neji's eyes, but was stopped by his hand.

Neji's pale, trembling hand, that is.

Hinata glared. A strange look on her smooth, innocent face. They stood like that for several moments, long enough for Gaara to get bored and wish some blood would come out already. He bet Shukaku was hungry anyway…and then he realized something. He was in Hinata Hyuuga's body, the most un-demoned child of all of Konoha. The most spoiled too.

Gaara let go of Neji, letting him fall to the floor. He slammed open the sliding door, and gave the boy a devilish grin.

"I'm going to sleep while I can." He said, "Tell your uncle or whatever to make his own damn tea." Gaara stalked down the hallway to where he thought he remembered her bedroom being.

Neji stared after him. This was going to be a long day, and he had a headache already.