Sorry for the author's note. But I felt it was important and so I put it in. But yah. Anyway, here you go. The real third chapter! Enjoy! And review! Or a longer time with no updates whatsoever. You'll be the ones to suffer, not me. I also don't own the bands mentioned, or the songs. This is the last time I am putting this disclaimer thing up, as I am such a Shikamaru type person: lazy as hell!

Magnetic Attraction: Angel and Demon

Gaara listened to the pounding music of the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. He tapped his fingers along the steering wheel, turning into the parking lot of his apartment. He shut the engine off and, swinging his body out of the car, swaggered over to the door, inserting the key in the lock and opening the door wide. Throwing the keys carelessly onto the hall table, he slumped on his couch, ruffling his hair. Tonight, he had guitar lessons with Konohamaru, an orphan who lived with his deceased uncle's wife. Normally, the woman wouldn't have been able to pay for the lessons, but Gaara charged so little or none at all that she could pay for them though she had protested at first.

Right on time, Konohamaru's aunt pulled up and the eleven year old ran up the stairs and knocked enthusiastically. Gaara repressed a smile and pulled the door open wide, the brunette boy flashing forward.

"Thank you again, Gaara," his aunt, Kurenai yelled, waving from her red mini van. Gaara nodded down at her, as she said, "Have a good time Konohamaru."

"I will Aunty Kurenai," the boy waved, the gap in his teeth visible. When she pulled out of the lot, he turned to the teenager and said, "How's it going, Gaara?"

"Fine," was Gaara's blunt and short answer. Konohamaru was so used to it, he just shrugged and made his way expertly to the living room.

The lesson went fairly well. The boy had finally mastered the beginning of "Smoke on the Water" and was gradually learning other harder and more complex pieces. Occasionally, his fingers slipped, but his stance was always perfect. Gaara hated to admit it but the kid was a bundle of surprises.

Near the end of the session, Konohamaru set his guitar down seriously. Gaara watched his face fight all the emotions visible until he finally blurted, "Gaara, could you help me with a problem? It's about relationships with girls," he admitted, his face sporting a healthy blush. He scratched his cheek, waiting for his mentor to say something.

Gaara raised a brow, stunned. Konohamaru was not the type to divulge his personal life, especially with Gaara. He was a great kid, but he had lost people dear to him and since then had turned into himself, refusing almost daily to speak of personal matters unless with his best friends. He was a hard kid to crack.

"Depends," Gaara finally said, walking closer to his student, and sitting on the edge of the couch closest to the boy. "What kind of problem are you talking about?"

Konohamaru leaned forward, slightly fidgeting. "Um, you know Moegi right?" he asked, his voice cracking and his face flushed.

Gaara thought for a moment, and then remembered that she was the red headed girl with the permanent blush from his student's little gaggle of friends. "Do you like her?" he asked bluntly, getting right to the point.

"Err….sorta," he admitted, brushing his fingers through his unruly hair. "I know that she likes me, but there is this other girl…" Konohamaru paused, and Gaara waited for him to continue.

"I can't help you if you don't tell me more," Gaara finally said. He started forward but Konohamaru started to babble.

"She's really nice and pretty, and she is smart and can kick my butt and I really like her but she is rich and I don't think I have a chance with Hyuuga Hanabi!" Konohamaru yelled, his face red from the blush as well as shouting such a long sentence.

Without giving away his thoughts, Gaara watched his pupil closely, noting the dreamy eyed stare. Hanabi is Hinata's younger sister. A year younger than Konohamaru, I believe, he mused, having not paid much attention to the younger Hyuuga. Well, I guess this is like the saying "Like father, like son," except this time it's "Like mentor, like pupil." Gaara snorted, and Konohamaru jumped. Might as well try to help, he sighed.

"So what if she is rich?" Gaara asked, absent-mindedly toying with a string off the couch's stitching. "If she is really nice, like you say, than she might like you," he stated, hating giving advice, even if he felt he must.

Konohamaru, almost desperately, asked, "But what about Moegi?"

Thinking, Gaara gradually responded. "Sometimes you hurt people and you just have to try to make them feel better," he said lamely, ignoring the urge to slap his forehead. He wasn't cut out for this type of crap dammit!

Konohamaru scratched his face, watching his sensei closely out of the corner of his eye. Gaara was a kick ass guitar teacher but when it came to people type topics his advice was generally horrible. The eleven year old couldn't even think of why he had asked the red head, other than it was much easier to ask him than his aunt. He sighed and thought about it. For once, the advice was fairly decent, and he almost smirked at the teen but was careful not to. They were an odd duo but he knew that if he meddled with Gaara's love life he wouldn't be living in the morning.

"Thanks," he said simply, nodding his head in respect.

Casually, Gaara just said, "Whatever," and was extremely glad when he noticed that it was time for the kid to go.

That was just a tad too close, he thought grimly, waving at the retreating car. Sometimes I think that someone up there hates me.

Hinata's heart was pounding against her chest, struggling for breath as she surged forward, her feet slapping against the springy track. Her coach had allowed her to listen to music and the blaring voice of Flyleaf's lead singer was screaming in her ear as she rounded the corner, coming up short. Tenten had already beaten her by about a minute and a half.

Urghhhhh, Hinata thought non-too nicely. I'm not quite there yet. Hinata pushed the home button and her music shut off, as she walked slowly around, getting her heartbeat back to normal. More work for me to do and more time spent trying to achieve one goal. I have to beat her to reach at least one of the many things that I hope to do. This one leads to all the other ones. If I can't manage this goal then all the other ones are out of reach and I can't let that happen.

"Walk it off," Anko yelled, as the last of the runners rounded the bend. Waiting for them, she paced around in a circle, clasping her manicured nails behind her back.

The rest of the girl's team gathered around her. "You all did wonderfully at the last meet," she shouted, "Especially you Tenten," the older woman nodded, "and you Hinata," she did the same.

She rattled on and on but Hinata tuned it out, like it was her TV on and she was only half conscious. So much closer and yet still so far. I have to try harder. What would Naruto think if I couldn't even beat her? Nothing good, I'm sure. I want to gain his love even more than I want to beat Tenten, so I can't screw this up.

Snapping out of it, Hinata realized that the other girls had already started to make their way to the parking lot where they were meeting up with their rides. Hinata sprinted over to her bag, slung it over her shoulder, and then walked across the springy grass, searching the sea of cars for a green Jeep.

A horn blasting over to her right alerted her to Kiba's presence. She smiled and waved, as he pulled up to meet her, grinning widely at her. Pulling the mud-crusted door open, she was nearly trampled by Akamaru, Kiba's large white dog, who was parked in the back wagging his tail

"Hey buddy," Hinata cooed, rubbing his ears affectionately as she slid into her seat. The dog barked at her rushing forward to kiss along her jaw. Giggling, she strapped herself in and Kiba drove out.

"Hey Hina, how was practice?" Kiba asked, ruffling her hair like a brother. "Whooped some ass, right?"

"I didn't do too bad," Hinata said modestly, setting her bag on her lap. She brushed the stray hairs from her ponytail behind her ears, to stop the annoying strands from tickling her nose.

Kiba joked around with her as he drove her to her house, having had to go that way anyways. He was picking up another of their friends, Aburame Shino, so that they could go camping for the weekend. Hinata had been invited but her father had declined for her. She was unable to go.

Kiba patted her on the head as he parked in her drive, Akamaru trying to jump out after her. Hinata gripped her bag, and walked away towards the guarded door, waving back at him while he just grinned.

"Bye Hina!"

"See yah around Kiba!" she yelled back, as one of the two men stationed around her door opened it for her.

Gaara silently munched on his supper, a simple bowl of unflavored ramen. He felt a tad lazy, and Temari hadn't come by the apartment with groceries. Shoveling the food into his mouth, he choked it down and then set the half-empty bowl in the sink among many other nasty dishes that he didn't feel like cleaning at the moment.

Stalking off to his room, Gaara sat at his desk, logging onto his brand new laptop. Impatiently he waited for it to load, and then clicked for Internet Explorer.

Gaara wasn't very good with computers, but he could do most of the things that teens did. He checked his email, noting that the only thing he got was bulk. Bored, he switched to just listening to music and reclining in his chair.

A certain song caught his attention. It was "Call me when your Sober" by Evanescence. Face hardening, he minimized the music and searched through his files of pictures. He had uploaded all of his pictures on from his digital camera, so he wouldn't lose them.

Pictures of Hinata flooded his screen. Gaara had been taking her picture for so long and yet she never looked at the camera, having been oblivious to his existence. He scowled, wishing yet again for her love and attention being only on him.

Even though she wasn't looking at him, she still managed to radiate beauty. Most of them were of her in her track uniform, and Gaara had to admit it did help show off her body. The rest of her clothes were baggy, and hid her from other's view which Gaara approved of when others were looking at her.

Once I get her to fall in love with me she'll willingly take that damn sweater off, Gaara thought, scrolling through the pictures of Hinata walking Kiba's dog. Her crush on the blonde fool will fade like the color of a dead flower. He hasn't been there for her quite like me and I am sure that if she were to choose between us she I would be her choice. Gaara was certain that she would love him, but he had to make sure that she would have the best first impression of him as possible. It was what mattered the most at the present time.

"Hey Gaara!" an obnoxious voice called out. On impulse, Gaara closed the pictures out as fast as possible and whipped around, facing his older sister. She was leaning casually on the doorframe and she was smirking, watching her little brother falter in front of her. She wasn't used to it, and she enjoyed every minute of it.

"Hey, baby bro," she said slyly, moving over to his bed and wrinkling his red comforter. She crossed her legs, and waited, watching him cunningly like a fox watches for hunters. Having had to take care of him, she recognized some of his quirks-like the fact that he raised his right eyebrow when he was waiting for someone to explain something.

"Thought I would drop by," she remarked, undoing one of her sandy blonde and black streaked ponytails and then tightening it. She wound her hair around her finger and pouted at him. "Aren't you glad to see your sister, Gaara?"

"…."

"God, how we are related is beyond me," she muttered, dropping her hair. "Alright, I came to ask you more about that little favor of yours," she admitted, watching him flicker his eyes back to the computer screen. Frowning, she waved her hand in front of his face and asked, "Hello? Earth to Gaara? Your sister is calling."

Irritated, Gaara answered, "What?" loudly.

Nervously, Temari stared at him straight in the eyes. "Why did you ask? Fath-I mean the Spawn wouldn't care enough to actually come over here," she told him truthfully, feeling bad that it was the truth and not a lie she was telling. "If there is something else you would like to tell me I'm always here for you Gaara. And not just me, but that idiot Kankuro as well," she said, watching him smirk in amusement. It would be hell on earth before Gaara asked his brother for a favor. Kankuro just held it over his brother's head for much longer than Temari and he wasn't too bright in the matters that Gaara needed.

Debating on the inside, Gaara twirled a bit on his chair. Should I tell her? She might be able to help-if she wasn't too freaked out that is. Temari was always the calculating one. She could help me find a way to introduce me to Hinata easily and with no interruptions like that fool blonde. But than again, the less people that know, the better it will be. He smirked at his black screen, and then twirled to face Temari.

"There is nothing I wish to tell you, except to leave me alone and buy some food."

Temari, knowing that was the end of the conversation stood up straight and ruffled his slightly curling hair. He glared at her, but she laughed, used to it. Heading out, she paused at his door, gripping the wood with her black and red fingernails.

Facing him she said in a clear no-nonsense way, "Gaara. If I find out you did something you weren't supposed to do, that was really bad, I might not cover for you. Kankuro and I can't always protect you." It was paining her to say it, but he had to learn on his own. "Do you understand?"

Gaara nodded. He got what Temari was saying. He just chose to ignore it.

Temari smiled weakly at him. "Alright. I have to get back to work."

"Good bye, big sister," Gaara said, wishing that he could sound less like a robot.

"Bye, little bro," she said, letting herself out.

Alright a little short and no GaaHina but I had a trouble writing the ending.

Thank you again to all who reviewed and sorry for the AN.

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Oh and yes, Gaara has eyebrows.