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Hinata's bad side and good side talk in - 'bolditalic' (They're labeled).
Hinata thinks - 'italic'
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Once they stepped out of the club, the first thing that Hinata noticed was that everything wasn't dark. In fact, everything looked normal -normal if it was morning. Everything was shining and reflecting the morning sun's rays and Hinata soon figured out that the reason for this evil event was Gaara.
Gaara had made her stay up all night long working. Looking at her watch, Hinata confirmed that it was indeed true. It was 6:30 A.M.. Hinata started doing the math in her head: I came into the club at about 12:20 A.M. and was in Gaara's office at 12:30. Sakura left and Gaara made me work all night long and now it's 6:30 A.M.. So that means that I would have been in my cubicle 1 hour and thirty minutes ago if it weren't for that inconsiderate girl...
She was thinking about all the things she could do to Sakura since she didn't work for Tsunade anymore. Now, nothing could be held against her if she wanted to deny Sakura's 'orders'. In fact, Hinata thought, I'm going to do just that. A little revenge would do me some good for once. I'm always good, calm, and collected when people tease me and torture me in the most embarrassing ways just because I'm always nice, but, no. It's time to have a little payback. Maybe I could... no. Suddenly, her train of thought was cut off by her good side, who decided to get rid of Hinata's newly developed revenge-seeking side.
Anyone who looked at Hinata would probably think of her as a crazy psycho who talked to herself inside of her mind, because, right now, she looked like she was debating with herself.
Back to Hinata's mind:
Evil Side: Aw, c'mon! You've always seen how that imbecile embarrasses us. We need to fight back! We need to embarrass her so she sees that anyone who messes with us will regret it
Good Side: But that would only lower us to her level, and you know that! We could always just forgive her and move on with our lives, you know...
Evil Side: Are you crazy, woman? I don't care if you're all nice and sweet, but I'm 50 of Hinata and I get to throw my two cents in this decision as well...
Good Side: Stop trying to win me over with the facts. We both know that the good always wins in every battle, right?
Evil Side: Who the hell told you these lies!? We all know perfectly well that evil will always prevail.
Good Side: Who in the good world told you that lie? It's obvious that the good will prevail.
Evil Side: 'Good World' ? What rock have you been living under and who condemned you under it?
Arghh! Stop messing with my head whoever you are!
Evil Side: Heh... Hello there, body. I am your current evil side, and I highly suggest that you give that imbecile a piece of your mind.
Good Side: I am your good side and I highly suggest that you don't listen to what the evil side highly suggested.
... Hm... I've read about people going insane when the stress takes over their minds. Am I just creating two different voices in my mind? Am I... going insane?!
Evil Side: Hey, body, I suggest that you come back to Earth, 'cause a redhead's looking your way with a pissed expression.
Hinata took the odd voice's warning and snapped back just in time to see Gaara motioning her to come over. She took quick steps towards him and once she was in front of him he spoke. "Now, I need you to pick out three, maybe four, outfits for your job. Don't try to get anything too bright or colorful like yellow, orange, or anything else that might remind me of psychotic, happy people. Everything you get must be in a dark color. I'm going to pay this time, but don't expect this treatment alot." With that, he pushed her towards the section that held such clothing.
She tried to look for some outfits that weren't as provoking as the one she was wearing, but whenever she got close to something she thought was modest, he pulled her back saying that it was something someone would wear in a church and that the club's reputation would be lowered if the employees suddenly modest. A/N: No offence to people who go to church, I go there too. I'm only saying that the clothes looked too modest for a person working in a night club.)
After long, crucial hours (five minutes), Gaara decided that if he let Hinata choose the outfits, it would take days -maybe months to finish. So, without even getting her consent, he pulled her towards a rack and pulled out a silver outfit. After scrutinizing her body to no avail, he gave up and asked, "What size are you?"
Hinata, too surprised by the sudden question just stood there shocked, trying to form some words.
Having enough time wasted, Gaara pulled her towards him and started to push her hair to the side so that he could see the size written on the tag of the dress she was currently wearing. Her struggles did nothing to stop him and soon, he found the size written in micro-size letters. "Hmm... you're a two." Having said this, he turned around and starting searching through the rack.
After getting over the shock and blushing her head off, she straightened out her hair and turned to Gaara. As soon as she did, she was bombarded with dresses. "Get in the changing room and get out so I see how it looks like."
She gladly took the escape route and ran to the stall. Having the privacy she needed, she looked at the dress that was on top of the pile. It was silver with some blue streaks as well as a pale blue dragon that was utilized as a strap to keep the dress on her. It fit her perfectly but the dress was at least two inches shorter than her original one.
She stepped out and his eyes immediately settled on her. Even a group of males from outside stopped dead in their tracks to ogle her through the shop window.
Evil Side: Hmm... if you dress like this more often, you can eclipse Sakura in the good-looking department.
Good Side: Look at that! Don't do it! It's too... Sakura-like...
Evil Side: I have to agree with the good side on this particular case. You look like a harlot.
Hinata looked on miserably as Gaara continued analyzing her. "It's too slutty, change."
As if on the verge of death, she ran back and took off the offending clothing. Next dress on the top of the pile was a black dress that was longer than the previous. It had an evil panda who was looking angry on it. Deciding that she liked the childish touch on this dress, she stepped out of the stall and was once again stared at.
It seemed that a lot of the male population found watching her come out in new dresses quite amusing, because a crowd had gathered outside of the window.
Good Side: This dress seems to be modest, yet it fits his club's dress code. I vote to let it pass.
Evil Side: It has a panda on it... Don't you think that's suspicious? I mean, look at him, he looks like a panda as well.
Good Side: Argh! He picked it out and since it's modest, just let it pass, ok?
Evil Side: You owe me one agreement.
He nodded as a sign of approval and she stepped back into the stall. Next was, surprisingly, shorts and a tank top. The shorts reached mid-thigh and they were black as well. The tank top was blood red. It had a sinister-looking happy face on it and under the happy face was the writing 'I Hate You'. The writing was designed in a way so that it looked like the ink used to write it was dripping. It gave you a hollow feeling in the pit of your stomach.
Good Side: Isn't it rather... not nice... to wear something that immediately makes the person look at you think that you hate him already?
Evil Side: Look, goody, the body needs to wear something that expresses her supressed hate once in a while, don't you think?
Good Side: No, I don't think that she needs to express hate, she could talk it over with the person instead.
Evil Side: Forget I even asked, it's not your choice anyway -it's the body's boss's choice. Oh and by the way, that doesn't count as the one agreement you owe me.
Good Side: ... ...
She went out of the stall, ignoring the staring people, and waited to hear his approval or his disapproval. It seemed that he liked the sinister outfit and he confirmed her suspicions when he said yes immediately.
Evil Side: I win! In your face, goody!
Good Side: You don't have to be so mean about it...
Evil Side: I should really corrupt you into turning evil sometime...
Two outfits down, two to go. The next one on the pile was a dress. It's color was midnight-blue just like her hair and it had a silver, blood red, and gold devil design on it. The devil was blood red and his pitchfork's handle was gold -the blade was silver;it was the same length as her original dress. She came out of the stall and let him decide whether or not it was good.
Evil Side: Yes! The body's boss has nice taste when it comes to designs.
Good Side: I'm going to just shut up and wait to see if the next outfit is one that is of appeal to me.
Evil Side: Good choice, but even if you didn't, I would've won the dispute anyway.
Good Side twitches.
He gave her a nod and she went back in with his voice behind her saying, " One more outfit and we're done. Choose your favorite one out of the remaining pile."
Hinata went back in the stall and dressed into one of the rare short-and-tank top outfits. This one had a plain white tank top with dark, forest green shorts. She went out and Gaara approved of it.
She went back inside, changed into her original dress, collected the pile they were going to buy in one hand, and took the other pile in the other hand. Once outside, Gaara snatched the pile and shoved it towards some poor employee walking aimlessly. Then, he led her toward the cashier who seemed to become excited once she saw Gaara.
Before they even had a chance to put the clothes on the counter, the girl squealed, "You're Gaara! You're Gaara! You're Gaara! You're Gaara!"
Gaara, having a large headache said, "Yeah, now let me pay for these clothes before I do something I regret sometime later."
The cashier ignored his reprimand and introduced herself, " How rude of me to not introduce myself! I'm the boss's daughter, but you don't need to know my name." Halfway through her introduction she winked and then continued, "I could give you these clothes for free if you give me a pass for your club."
Gaara thought it over wisely and decided that giving a person a pass for entering the club would cost him less than paying for the clothes. He threw a one-night pass on the counter and the girl squealed with delight for the second time before proceeding to check out the items.
"Here you go! I hope you come back soon!"
"Hn." With that said, he grabbed Hinata's hand and dragged her out before he lost anymore IQ points.
Once outside, he asked, "Where do you live?"
Having noticed that he was pissed off, she answered quickly, " I live about five minutes away from your club if we run."
He slowed down his pace and allowed her to lead the way to her house.
No one said anything during the trip and before they knew it, they were at her house.
After seeing the mansion she lived in, Gaara masked his shock with his usual stoic expression. "Why would you work for money if you live in a mansion?" His curiosity overpowered him.
Hinata answered, " I don't like relying on other people to support me in my financial needs. This is my house, but I insisted to pay rent for my room."
"Fair enough. Go to your room and pack everything you have."
Shock was the first thing that marred her features, but, after seeing his glare, she decided to just shut up and do what he said.
She unlocked the door and ran into her room, took a huge suitcase, and started filling everything she had in it. After she was done, she wrote a note and left the room with her suitcase.
"Hmm... Ok, I packed up. Can you tell me why I had to do so?
"The club has spare rooms in the back. You can live there so you don't need to run to work every day." For the first time during the whole day, Hinata thought that Gaara might have a little kindness inside of him. "After all," he continued, "that way, I can call for you to help me anytime of the day." The thought of 'Gaara' and 'kindness' in the same sentence vanished.
"What? But I want to see my family in the morning during breakfast!"
"Do I need to remind you of the contract you so carelessly signed?"
With that, the conversation was ended and Hinata had realized the trouble she had gotten herself into.
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The walking trip back home was silent and awkward, but they eventually arrived at their destination.
Gaara led Hinata to the room right next to the sound- proof room and left her there to unpack. Surprisingly, the place already had a dresser, a private bathroom, a bed, and a drawer. She began unpacking by putting her undergarments into the drawer, her new dresses into the dresser, her normal shirts into the bottom right drawer and her normal shorts and pants into the bottom left drawer. She went into the bathroom and put her toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, and conditioner into the cabinet above the sink.
When everything was unpacked, she decided to change into one of her normal shorts and shirts. The shorts were black and the shirt was dark blue. She decided to clip her hair up and leave a few strands to outline her face. The outfit she wore was simple yet nice. Last but not least, she put on some flat shoes and walked out the door.
Where to go? Of all the places she wanted to go to, she knew that if she didn't report back to Gaara, he would let hell loose. So, she just opened the sound-proof door and headed towards the desk.
"What the hell are you wearing?" It was the usual cold voice that would send shivers down normal peoples' spines.
"Um... I just wanted to wear something that would be comfortable..."
"Hn. Sakura just called and asked for you."
"Why didn't she just call me on my cell phone?"
"Why don't you ask her? Anyways, she's on her way over right now so you have the rest of the day off."
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to see her face today, now get the hell out to greet her when she comes."
Hinata turned around muttering a silent 'Yes' and then proceeded to get to the door. She was outside in no time.
When she was outside, she saw Sakura, and when Sakura saw her, she ran over and started to talk, " Hinata! I can't believe that you have the rest of the day to hang out with me! We're going to have soo much fun! We're going to go shop, then we're going to go eat, and then... then I'll take you to a surprise." When she said the last sentence, some unsettling feeling appeared in the pit of Hinata's stomach and Sakura started to smirk in a sinister way.
Good Side: I have a bad feeling about this.
Bad Side: It's time to get revenge on this impudent psycho...
Arg... I'm going crazy...
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Finally! Well, I'm sorry for not updating for awhile. I had a lot of things to do these past... months... Well, anyway, I'll only update again after I get 7 or more reviews. Give ideas if you have any and ask questions if you're confused. Bye
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