Yeah, I found out what Auto body is like…it gives me a headache. I like the license plates we made though. And taking the door off a car was okay but the teacher was an everlovin prick! Mighty Mighty Shampoo the Shamoo Whale! I hate that prick! Woho!

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Magnetic Attraction: Angel and Demon

Hinata sighed deeply, watching her normally stoic cousin pace around her room, like he had been for the last hour. She clutched a small stuffed dog to her chest and just rolled her eyes when Neji wasn't looking so he wouldn't see her being rude. Upsetting him further was not her goal at the moment.

"So…you want me to believe that you willingly ditched Kiba to go to the country with this guy that you barely even know? And that he didn't do anything to you even though you aren't wearing your own clothes?"

Hinata looked down. She hadn't changed out of Temari's clothes since Neji had ambushed her as soon as he came back in the morning from his friend's house. One of the maids had told him, but Hinata couldn't figure how she had known. She shifted on her bed and nodded. "They're his sister's clothes. And we didn't do anything," she said forcefully, wanting to drive the point in as soon as possible. The less yelling the better.

Neji stopped his circle and narrowed his pale eyes at her. "Well, why didn't you just come straight home afterwards?"

Oh, crap I didn't think of that, Hinata thought, biting her lip. "He was driving and he wanted to surprise me. He was pretty much in control of the destination."

Neji snorted. "He could have raped you Hinata! Not to mention the fact that Kiba called and wouldn't stop ranting and raving about how you ditched him! The baka wouldn't shut up!" Neji slumped into the chair and crossed his arms loosely, trying not to seem worked up. He failed miserably.

Guiltily, Hinata slumped over the toy. She fingered the fuzzy white head; Kiba had given it to her last year at the school's winter carnival. To think that she had ditched one of her best friends for a guy she barely knew brought a frown to her face and a deep hurt in her heart

"I should call and apologize huh?"

Neji nodded. Getting up and crossing the room, he sat on her bed as well, leaning back against the black metal with a sigh. His cousin meant well, but sometimes she was too naïve for her own good. He once tried to drive the point of what most guys think of into her mind but all he had done was make her more confused and him incredibly red from embarrassment at her seemingly innocent questions. He had given up shortly after.

Hinata patted the dog's head and laid it on top of her pillow. "I guess I'll get the phone."

Neji followed her down the hall and then shook his head, going in the opposite way. He loved his cousin but she could be so troublesome sometimes!

Dialing Kiba's number, Hinata sat in the rocking chair, going back and forth once every couple of seconds. Kiba picked up on the second ring and started to immediately shut up, giving her the silent treatment. Hinata couldn't stand it; a silent Kiba was an unhappy Kiba.

"I'm sorry!" she apologized, clutching her head in her hands and leaning towards the floor. Her voice came out choked; Kiba was one of her best friends and she could never let him stay mad at her for too long. Otherwise, it would take him longer to forgive her.

Hinata could almost see the pout on her friend's face and the hurt look in his dark eyes. "Why didn't you wait for me? I would have left if you really wanted to," he explained.

Hinata sighed. "I should have at the least informed you that I was leaving," she said, straightening up. "I didn't mean to make you worry. Gaara just wanted to bring me somewhere and you guys didn't exactly give him a chance," she pointed out.

"Fair point," Kiba said grudgingly. "Doesn't mean I like the bastard."

"Kiba!"

"Alright, alright geeze. I forgive you and I won't call him that," he said.

"So you are not mad anymore?"

"No."

"Good," Hinata said, getting out of the chair and walking to the balcony. Inhaling the fresh air, she hung up with Kiba and just stood looking over the view. If there were one good reason to be a Hyuuga it would be the view. It captivated her, making it hard to tear her eyes away and often it inspired her. It didn't require constant pampering or attention and it didn't demand things of you that you couldn't give. She liked that most of all. She could be herself without worrying about if she made someone mad or hurt his or her feelings. It was her piece of heaven wrapped up for her to enjoy.

Something brushed against her ankles. Looking down she spotted some flowers, their petals tickling her sensitive skin. Tenderly picking them up, she read over the note attached to them.

"'Come see me again today. I'll be picking you up at twelve sharp. Be ready! –Gaara'" She read aloud.

Going back inside with the pot in hand, she read the clock and almost died. It was eleven forty. Twenty minutes was all the time she had to get ready!

"Crap," she said, setting the pot down and stripping down to her underclothes. Going over to her closet she selected a pale tee shirt and her jacket paired with dark jeans and her sneakers.

"Why couldn't they at least tell me?" she whined to herself, dragging the brush through her hair at the sink. She left it down, and then brushed her teeth. She had fifteen minutes left until Gaara came and she couldn't help but feel that he would be the punctual type.

Running down the stairs three at a time, Hinata bolted to the door of the kitchen and stuck her head in. The head chef nodded at her flustered face and called out, "I think instant ramen, don't you?" One of the underlings started to prepare it while she watched.

"So where are you going in such a short time?" the chef asked conversationally.

"One of my friends is coming to pick me up," she said, choosing her words carefully. She didn't want her father to know. Some things were not meant to be known about her life outside the house.

"Oh," the man said, winking at her. Out of all the staff, she got along with him the best. When she was a child he had taught her to cook, and had been the listening ear she needed. Back then, she hadn't had Neji and Hanabi had been too young. Her father was out of the question and her mother had already died. He had been there for her and still was. He also knew how to lie quite well, to her father no less. That particular trait was something she wished she had.

"Here you go, Miss Hyuuga," the trainee said, placing the beef flavored ramen in front of her at the small preparing table, and then scurrying back to the other side of the kitchen.

Blowing on it, Hinata listened to the faint chattering of the cooks. Slurping the noodles down she glanced back at the clock and found it to be 11:56. Four more minutes till Gaara came.

Hinata placed the empty bowl into the outstretched hands of another trainee and then darted to the main hall to wait. Sitting down, she played with the ends of her jacket.

I wonder where we are going? And why those flowers weren't given directly to me? She frowned. Half the time, the servants either give it to me directly or they just give it to Neji. He hasn't ever not given it to me. So why now of all times?

The front bell brought her out of her thoughts. Rising, she patted her head and then slowly padded to the door, where a guard gestured for her to come. Nodding at the man, she slipped by him and was greeted by the sight of Gaara.

The red head wore a red shirt with his hourglass pendent hanging out of the brown jacket he had chosen. His jeans rode low on his hips held up by a black belt and he wore different shoes, black Converse this time. Hinata blushed and couldn't help thinking, he looks good in anything!

"I see you got the flowers," he said amused as he saw her face turn red. She thought he was handsome, he knew that at the least.

"Yes. Thank you. They're lovely." Hinata bowed, but he quickly and lightly gripped her shoulders, forcing her to come closer and out of the bow.

At her confused face Gaara explained, "You don't need to bow. I am your equal."

"Oh," she said lamely, reddening when she heard one of the guards snicker behind her.

"Come on," he gestured with his head to his Mustang. "So where do you want to go?" he asked, when she finally fell into step with him.

"You want me to choose?"

He nodded.

"Actually…do you mind spending the day here?" she asked boldly.

Gaara rose one of his brows at her. "And what do you want to do here?"

Hinata smiled at him, "Have you ever ridden a real mustang?"

Hinata laughed, clutching her stomach. It hurt so badly and she was gasping for breath but she couldn't stop. The sight of Gaara having been one-upped by his horse was too much.

Now, they weren't actually riding mustangs, but they were on a trail hidden in the woods riding pure breed horses, that Hanabi had begged for a year ago. Gaara had been snubbed by his horse and was now rubbing his head where a tree branch had hit him when his horse had ridden under it. The red head had sworn the horse was out to get him.

"I'm glad that you think it's funny," Gaara said evilly, rubbing his sand covered head while sitting on a rock at the edge of a clearing.

Hinata could feel the edge in his voice but couldn't stop. She rolled off the rock and hit the ground, shocking the breath out of her. Gaara stared at her and smirked. "Not so much fun huh?"

Flat on her back Hinata rubbed her tummy. "Ouch. You're a meanie." She stuck her tongue out and laughed some more.

Gaara took the opportunity and moved from the rock to Hinata. With a glint in his eyes, Gaara did something unexpected.

He sat on her.

Trapping her with his arms, he brought his arms up near her face. Hinata's face reddened and she really couldn't breathe. Gaara's breath coasted across her face and it sent shivers down her spine but it wasn't the kind her father gave her; it was pleasant.

"W-What are you doing?" she asked, trying not to look at him.

"Teasing you a bit," was his answer. He leaned against her and lightly kissed her forehead, leaving her feel warm and loved.

Oh my Kami, Oh my Kami, oh my Kami! What is he doing?!

Gaara shifted and took her arms in his, planting them on the ground. Grinning, he plopped down next to her and said, "What, did you think I was going to do, actually kiss you?"

Hinata turned to him, a sour look plastered on her face like a wet cat. "No, I did not."

"Ah, your cute when your mad," Gaara teased, finally getting up and offering his hand to her.

Hinata blushed and took it. He lifted her and then they trotted back to their horses and set out on the rest of the trail back home. They didn't talk and instead enjoyed the silence.

When I'm with Naruto I feel I have to break the silence and always talk. But with Gaara…I don't have to. He gets that you don't always have to talk to communicate. I thought I liked Naruto…but is it possible I also like Gaara?

Gaara watched Hinata's face twitch as she thought about him. Feeling dejected, he didn't talk and instead tried to steer his horse the right way. Before this he had never ridden, so he wasn't all that up to date on how to get a horse to move in the way he wanted.

"So…does your family like me?" Gaara asked suddenly, pulling Hinata from her thoughts as he finally got how to get the stubborn mare to move.

"Hmm. Well, Neji doesn't really like guys around me, but I can tell he doesn't mind you," Hinata mused, "And Hanabi and Father don't really care I guess."

"Your father doesn't care that you are out with a boy alone? Most fathers seem to be a tad more protective than that."

Hinata looked straight ahead, between the ears of her mount. "I don't think he would care so long as I don't soil the Hyuuga name." She turned to him slowly. "Father and I have our differences, but sometimes I wonder if he really loves me."

Gaara couldn't help it. "He would have to be the stupidest father in the world if he doesn't care about you."

Hinata weakly smiled at him and nodded, encouraged by his words.

Maybe I can let someone else into this hurting heart of mine.

Later on, after Gaara had left stealing another kiss to her forehead, Hinata was summoned to her father. Nervously, she paced outside the door, twiddling her thumbs and biting her lip. Her father must know something bad about her, since he almost never summoned her, hating seeing a reminder of his dark past.

"Come in," his voice rang out, sending chills of horror down her spine. He had been drinking again. A lot of drinking apparently.

Hinata cracked the door open and closed it, bowing. "You summoned me, Father?"

Her father, Hyuuga Hiashi was a man of power. However, he was human and as all humans are, he was flawed. As Hinata looked upon him, she could see the bottle of sake clutched loosely in his hand and she felt a cold lump form in the back of her throat.

"Hinata." He took a swig of his drink, his normally whitish eyes bloodshot. "You have not made me proud yet. You are still making only average grades and you haven't won a single race yet. Do you expect to be made head if you can't even surpass your little sister?"

Hinata's lump grew bigger, restricting the air that she was breathing.

Hiashi stood up, tipsy.

"You owe the family Hinata. You haven't forgotten that year have you?" Hiashi asked, his lip curling.

"No Father," she stuttered.

"Do not stutter in front of me!" he yelled, slamming his fist onto the wood.

"You had better make this family proud, dear Daughter," he pronounced mockingly. "If not, we won't hesitate to send you to your mother's family."

"NO!" Hinata yelled, burying her face into her hands and slumping onto the ground, shaking. Tears were threatening to spill but she would not let them fall.

Hiashi coldly looked down at her, almost tipping over. "You are such a failure. I should have let you die but instead this family lost more than just a pathetic excuse for a Hyuuga."

Not caring about his reaction, Hinata shot up and threw the door open running as fast as she could. The tears had fallen and they made a wet trail down her red face as she wiped into the hall. She raced down the stairs and through the doors, not hearing the guards yell out at her. Running was one of two things they couldn't take away from her.

Her life was the other.

She didn't know what possessed her to run to Gaara's. Running to it would take over an hour, but rage and sadness as well as a metallic hate fueled her on, making her run straight to his apartment.

Her tears had long since gone, leaving cold patches along her face. She had only her jacket on, so thank god it was warm out. Otherwise she would be freezing.

Standing outside his apartment, she couldn't help but think, oh, what about Neji and Hanabi? They would worry, I'm sure of it. Crap, I'm so stupid sometimes. Gaara would let me use his phone I'm sure of it. She bit her lip. If he's home that is.

Slowly, she headed to his apartment door and before she could stop herself, she knocked loudly, letting the wood hurt her knuckles. Years of defense had toughened the skin up.

Footsteps could be heard on the other side of the door. It opened, revealing his sister, Temari. She looked down at the Hyuuga with wide eyes, her hand resting on her hip where a Zune was located.

"Aren't you Hinata?" she asked, squinting into the faint light that the lamp gave off.

Throat dry Hinata said, "Yes. Is Gaara home?"

"I'm sorry, he went to see our dad," the older women explained, shutting the music off.

"Oh. Maybe I should go…" Hinata started to turn away, but Temari had already grabbed her bringing her closer to the light to reveal her puffy and raw skin under her eyes.

Sternly, Temari said, "You're coming in," dragging Hinata behind her and into the apartment, slamming the door behind her. She sat Hinata down on the couch and pulled a chair up for herself, fury in her eyes.

"Did Gaara do this to you?" she asked.

Horrified, Hinata yelped "NO!"

Taken aback the blonde leaned away, surprised that such a voice could come from the usually silent and polite Hyuuga.

"Sorry," she mumbled, "It wasn't your brother. I…would rather not talk about it, if you don't mind."

Temari knew the feeling of not wanting to tell quite well. Gaara would never talk about what went on when he visited his father so Temari could only guess that Hinata would tell when she was ready. Pushing her would do no good.

Softening her tone, Temari said, "Look, if you want you can stay here for tonight. I'm sure that Gaara wouldn't mind and you can help calm yourself. It would be a world of help."

Hinata hesitated but nodded. The older girl grinned at her; Temari had always wanted a little sister.

Gaara likes her so if she gets to know him and decides she likes him…I would get the benefits! Gaara would be in love and more happy and I would get a little sister! Sometimes, my genius astounds me. (AN: insert finger stroking chin and going "Ah" whenever you want. Sorry couldn't resist!)

"You can stay in Gaara's room for tonight. I don't think he'll be back anytime soon," Temari mused, dragging Hinata to her room to pick clothes out.

"Um…don't you think Gaara might want his bed back?"

Temari threw a pair of shorts and a shirt at her. "Not at all. Go on." She shooed her away.

Well, I certainly never thought of this as how my day would go.

AN: Sorry this chapter sucks so badly. I don't really like it but whatever. Be glad that I updated. The only reason I did is that my school has a snow day. Who!

Grawr so more of the plot has come into play and there were some GaaHina bits.

Let's see…yes, I think I might have made Temari a tad OOC but oh well. I like her that way.

Hiashi is a jackass. Yes I know that. Go ahead and point it out to me some more in your reviews! I really don't mind. But yeah, there is more to the plot than is first suggested.

Thanks to all who reviewed! You brighten.

Gaara's part next!