I don't own Evanescence or any other band mentioned no matter how much I would like to. Just so I don't have to keep saying it. If I own it I will tell you. So yeah I own the plot. Don't copy it please!

I don't really like admitting that I don't own Naruto so there isn't a disclaimer on that since I already said it. The closest I am to owning Naruto is owning the manga and a Naruto lunchbox.

There is more of Hinata in this chapter so enjoy!

Thank you so much for all the reviews! They made me feel awesome and loved and that I am at least getting better with writing. So if you could please continue I would be really pleased. Author's Notes at the end so read them, before you ask questions.

Magnetic Attraction: Angel and Demon

Hinata scurried through the hall, making sure to step light so as not to wake her father. He was sound asleep in the middle of the day, the maid had told her, and Hinata didn't want to be the first to make him rise and shine. Making it to her room safely, she closed the door softly, and leaned on the cold wood, sighing.

Her father, Hyuuga Hiashi, was a hard man to live with. He could be cold and unresponsive, and favored her little sister, Hanabi, and her cousin Neji. Occasionally he was nice, like letting her choose the high school she wanted to attend. Picking Cheery Blossom High was the right choice, since she had Naruto and Kiba with her, and a goal to beat Tenten. It was perfect even if she felt she herself wasn't.

She threw her bag onto her desk chair and sat on the edge of her made up day bed, leaning over to untie her spiked running shoes. She walked over to her walk in closet and lined them up neatly in the row where she kept her shoes.

Hinata's room reflected a lot of her personality since it was the place she spent most of her time in. The walls were painted light blue, and the ceiling was a navy blue, like the night sky. Her wood floor was covered with a purple throw rug in the middle, under her fanned ceiling light. She had her mother's rocking chair in the corner of her room across from her balcony where she had white curtains flowing down to the ground and a white and purple desk with a spinney chair.

Hinata went over to her balcony, tying her hair into a high ponytail. She wrapped her small mp3 player onto her arm and opened the doors leading out to her view of her wide yard.

Green grass and many hills was the main thing Hinata noticed every time she walked out here. She breathed in the fresh air and looked over the large yard, grateful that she lived on such a gorgeous estate. Then she turned away, and examined her own little world of beauty.

Flowers of all kinds littered the railings and ground, in various styles of pots and vases. Most were bright but a couple was more lightly colored, like the lavender ones she had found on her doorstep two weeks ago. She fingered the petals fondly, and then gripped a dark green watering can that rested on the ground at her feet. Retreating to her private bathroom, she filled the can with water in the seashell shaped sink and then tottered back, making sure not to spill any on to her floor.

The eerie sound of Evanescence was blaring in her ears, the song, "Bring Me to Life" touching her. It was among her favorite songs, sung by one of her all time favorite bands, and she hummed along to the beat, as she poured water onto the flowers.

Hinata had been receiving the flowers anonymously for about year. They had started coming during the summer of last year; usually store bought red roses at first, the symbol of love. They turned up on her porch, with the cards attached to them the only indication that they were for her. They always depicted a sun and an angel, then her name at the bottom. She couldn't think of why the angel would be on there as well: a sun, yes, because that was the meaning of her name, but an angel? Neji had told the guards to make sure they caught the boy but so far no luck. He was a sly one; she gave him that.

Hinata set the can down back on to it's spot on the ground, and then leaned on the railing, propping her elbows up. She faced the country dreamily, the blue sky reminding her of Naruto.

"Hinata," a monotone voice said right behind her, just loud enough for her to hear over the music.

Hinata jumped and nearly rammed into the metal before turning to see a longhaired teen. He gripped her arms and helped her to regain her balance. If she had looked close enough she would have seen a faint smile stretched across his face.

"I'm so sorry, Neji," she apologized, turning her music off, so as not to be rude to her cousin.

"It's alright, Hinata," Neji told her, smirking.

Neji looked at all the flowers, disgusted. He wanted to know who this boy was, that was so tricky that not even some of the best-trained guards in Japan could identify or even capture him. Neji was overprotective of his little cousin, and he didn't want any filthy boy or worse a man to taint her. She was too pure for the world, and he would make sure she stayed that way until she found a guy that could take care of her and love her-so long as Neji and Hiashi approved, of course.

"Ah, is big sis in trouble?" a sneaky voice called out from Hinata's room, somewhere around her desk.

"Hanabi," Neji warned, menacingly.

A small brown haired girl popped out quickly, a glint in her white eyes. She looked a bit like Hinata but she was more lively and outgoing, preferring many activities she liked instead of just one she loved.

Hanabi skittered toward Hinata, and grabbed her hand, staring wide-eyed at the flowers. "Are all these for you, Hina?"

Neji snorted. "This punk had better get caught soon," he stated, crossing his arms and glaring at the flowers. "The guards so far have no clue who it is."

Squeezing Hinata's hand, Hanabi yelled, "Oh, Hina has a secret admirer! I hope he's cute! Maybe then he'll join my fan club!"

"Damn brat," Neji sneered. Hanabi did not receive his protection as she could take care of herself quiet well, having been taught martial arts since she was three, just like Hinata had. That and she didn't have hormonally unbalanced teenage boys after her. Yet. He would kill anyone that came within a ten-meter distance of his sweet little cousins. He already had the Uzumaki and the Inuzuka on his hit list. He planned to get rid of them sometime in the near future.

Hinata smiled down at her sister and patted her soft hair, running her fingers through it, combing the messed up knots out. She loved Hanabi, and treated her more like a mother than a sister. Their own mother had died a while ago, so Hinata had stepped up and taken more responsibility, mostly leading the maids and taking care of her sister. The rest was taken care of by Neji and sometimes her father, when he was feeling up to it.

Hanabi tugged Hinata back into her room and sat down on the bed. Hinata sat cross-legged on her other side, preparing for the long talk she was sure Hanabi would make her sit through, and Neji leaned on the wall, watching them both like a hawk. They did call him big brother for a reason, after all.

Gaara lounged out on his black couch, bored. He had gotten back from the meet about an hour ago, finished his homework that wasn't due until next week and had already watched enough TV to fill him up. He was bored and nothing seemed to really appeal to him at the moment. Hinata watching sounded good but he couldn't risk getting caught peeking at her at the Hyuuga estate. Her guards were damn good and had almost caught him the last time he had dropped flowers off at the doorstep. He smirked; he was too sneaky to get caught. It was one of his more-ahem- weird talents.

He rose, and calmly trotted off to the kitchen, digging some food out of the pathetically stored fridge for supper. The leftovers Temari had given him didn't appeal to him at all, so he slammed the refrigerator door shut. Slipping his Etnies on, he grabbed the keys on the hall table and locked the door behind him, going through the lobby to the parking lot across the street.

Gaara turned the engine on and backed out, looking both ways before moving. He may be called the demon but that didn't mean that he was a heartless bastard. It might imply that he was a heartless bastard but obviously if he was in love, he wasn't.

Not having any particular destination in mind, he just drove around, easing a bit of his boredom away. Subconsciously, he seemed to be pulled toward Konoha, the town that Hinata resided in. He pulled up to her school, and got out, observing. It wasn't much; a three story brick school with plenty of room for the varying sports that it offferd. He was sure that was the reason for Hinata coming here; she excelled in track. Every time she ran he could feel his heart thump faster, like a heart attack he could live with. Her hair whipping through the air and the free look on her face made him want her even more. It wasn't just lust he was feeling for her: no it was much more than lust. He wanted her both mind and body, wanted her to want him just as much as he wanted her, and he wanted her to be by his side forever as his wife. It was love. He was sure of it.

Kicking some stray bits of gravel out of his way, Gaara walked calmly around the very track that Hinata had been running at earlier. Glancing around, he made sure he was alone, as he didn't enjoy lots of human interaction. The less the better. He whipped his brand new cell out, and used speed dial to call.

A couple of rings later a sleepy voice said, "What?"

"Temari, are you busy right now?" he asked nicely, or at least as nice as he could.

"Why?" His sister was suspicious to say the least.

"I need a favor," he told her bluntly, not wanting to disturb her-and himself- for longer than he had to.

Intrigued, she asked, "Oh really? And what would this favor be?"

"I need you to make sure that the spawn doesn't come over to my apartment after he sees my gas bills," he told her, kicking some more gravel. He called his father the spawn for obvious reasons.

On the other side of the phone, Temari raised a single blonde eyebrow. "And why would I do that? Gaara where have you been going every day? When I get off work early, you're never at the apartment. Are you in some kind of trouble?" she asked nervously, praying that he wasn't. The sandy haired blonde didn't think she could handle more family trouble.

Gaara hated to make her worry but he couldn't tell her the truth just yet. Not until he had Hinata as his own. "Look, I'm not doing anything wrong. The bill just might be a bit higher then normal and I don't want to see him. Please Temari?" he begged, so out of character for him.

Temari couldn't say no to his pleading. It was just too damn cute and he almost never did it. "But if you do get in trouble," she warned, "remember who's going to save your ass and then kick it all the way to Uranus."

He smirked. Typical Temari. "I love you too," he muttered sarcastically, and closed his cell, bracing himself for all the swearing she would do later when she turned up at the apatment. But true to her word, she would do the favor.

Gaara retraced Hinata's earlier route, thinking more of her. She was his light, and his angel. He couldn't give her up. He wouldn't give her up. He placed the cell in his pocket and sauntered off, going back to his Mustang. Now he really needed to find something to do badly.

Hinata finished braiding Hanabi's medium length chocolate colored hair, sticking a small blue butterfly clip at the end. "Do you like it?" she asked, holding up a hand mirror to her sister's face to show her.

Hanabi studied her reflection, then jutted her lips out at it and winked. "I look even better than normal," she answered, seriously.

Hinata rolled her eyes. Her sister could be so vain sometimes. She left Hanabi in her room alone for a moment to close the balcony doors and survey the grounds one last time. When she turned around her sister was at her desk, Hinata's personal journal open in her hands.

"Hanabi!" Hinata yelled, trying to retrieve her journal. Hanabi smirked at her and ran around her room, dodging Hinata easily, reading some of her more private journal entries aloud as she did so.

"'Today was one of the best days of my life. Naruto walked me to one of my classes and he even carried my books. Maybe he finally gave up on Sakura!'" Hanabi froze, as she read the last entry, and she stared wide-eyed at her sister, at what she had done.

Hinata had to look down at the floor. She bear to see the shame in Hanabi's eyes.

"Big sis?" Hanabi asked, coming closer. She clutched her sister's arm, and buried her face into it. "Why didn't you tell me you liked that baka?"

Hinata frowned slightly. "I thought it was obvious. And I don't exactly like telling you things that could…" she stopped and couldn't say the rest. She patted Hanabi's head and kissed the top of it.

"…Reach dad. I know," Hanabi finished. "I'm sorry I can't lie to Dad. I really do try, though."

"I know, I know."

Hanabi and Neji were often called upon by Hiashi to report all the activities of the Hyuuga estate. Neji could lie to him if he could and wanted to but Hanabi couldn't lie to save her life. It was her one fatal flaw. She also obeyed everything her father told her, even if she didn't want to. She was just an obedient ten year old for crying out loud and wanted to make her father proud.

"Come on, its time we make dinner." Hinata tugged Hanabi's lean arm, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"Alright, sis." Hanabi skipped alongside her best friend, easily distracted. Hinata wished she could be like that all the time. Life would be so much easier.

Hanabi set the table, Hinata cooked the meal and Neji brought all the dishes to the table. The spot at the head was noticeably empty, as Hiashi only came to dinner when he had a guest. They eat in silence, Hanabi interrupting it every couple minutes to compliment Hinata's cheese covered broccoli and rice.

Hinata went to bed early, her head buried in her pillow. Running full out was tiring. She tossed onto her left side, her thin spring blanket bunched up around her waist. She quickly fell asleep.

The next day Gaara was hot, sticky and pissed. His brother had ragged on him at every chance about the favor from Temari.

"I mean, why did you go to her of all people?" Kankuro questioned, leaning against the lathe nonchalantly. "Do you really trust her more than your older brother, who took such great care of you when you were a baby?"

"If you don't shut up I'm going to shove this handle so far up your ass, even Temari, wouldn't be able to reach it," Gaara growled, waving said handle in his older brother's face.

"Damn, Gaara, sometimes I worry about you," Kankuro teased, then ran back to the other side of the shop before Gaara could carry out his threat. With Gaara, threats were not taken lightly.

Gaara spaced out as the metal was being shredded, his thoughts, as always leading to Hinata.

If I could just get her to notice me, I'm fairly sure she would fall in love with me. But how do I insert myself into her life? She already likes that blonde idiot and she has the mutt as her friend, Gaara thought, jealousy brining out the worst in him. There has got to be a way that I can meet her in real life where she wouldn't immediately know that I happen to be in love with her. This will take time, money and lots of planning. Not only that, but Temari, Kankuro and the Spawn must not find out until later. Gaara smirked. It's a good think I'm as slick as the midnight bandit.

So how was it? Good I hope. So here are the answers to some questions I've been asked. And some I just feel like telling.

Okay, Hinata and Gaara go to two different schools, in two different towns. If you didn't pick up on that already.

I noticed that in all my stories I like to make Hiashi a bastard…. well I still made him a bit of a bastard but hey in this one he has a reason to be, to be told later, of course.

I hope Gaara is just the right amount of obsessed. More like a I-want-you-so-you-must-want-me type of obsessed. That's part of the plot. And the part about the midnight bandit-guess if you can. It's pretty easy if you think about it.

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