Wooho! I didn't go to school. Yes. Anyway, this time it is Gaara's turn. I'm making it a flashback, since it flows better that way. Don't worry; I didn't make it underlined. Thank you to all who reviewed! Please keep them coming!

Magnetic Attraction: Angel and Demon

Three in the morning was not a time to mess with Gaara. Especially after a long, awkward and angering conversation with his father, who was the stick up his ass for so long.

Speeding along in his Mustang, Gaara tapped his fingers, trying not to hit the steering wheel in anger. His father had ruined his earlier good mood and replaced it with this sour feeling of madness and fear.

Flashback.

Gaara walked stiffly, refusing to act like a child and drag his feet along the expensive carpet. He didn't, however, stop the small frown from forming on his face, as the timid maid showed him to his father's study further in the mansion than he would have liked to be.

Earlier, when Temari had told him that the mayor, nicknamed Kazekage from his followers, had called and requested him, he had laughed bitterly. It had been months since he had been back at his childhood home, the place he loved and despised more than anything. To think, that when things were all going good for him with school and with Hinata, his father had to disrupt his good mood. It was what Kazekage was good at.

"Here you go, Gaara-sama," the maid said, bowing before him and then scurrying away with a cherry blush on her face. He watched her go away, and then faced the tall wooden doors, with a gold knocker shaped in the head of a tiger, its mouth opened wide in a silent roar that none could hear.

Stretching a hand out, he grasped the familiar smooth metal in his hands and pulled, the door creaking open enough for him to slip through. Closing it, he gradually padded forward towards the direction of the desk.

Being the mayor of Suna and also a rich man from an old prominent family, left the middle-aged man plenty of money to spend. His study alone was decorated with expensive portraits, many of them his ancestors from longer than they could count. Some were by the best painters around, making them worth millions of dollars. They complimented the Persian rugs thrown on the dark wooded floors, as well as the bust of the very man sitting behind the desk on a platform, his face obscured by small glasses perched on the edge of his nose and a gold lamp with its flickering light. The man raised his head leisurely, folding his glasses up and sticking them carelessly on top of his cluttered desk.

"You wanted to see me," Gaara said, his tone rugged and not caring as he leaned against a bookcase filled with books that Gaara was sure his father never read.

"As polite as ever I see," the man said, sarcastically, smirking as he stood up twirling a glass of champagne in his soft hands. He sipped some, and then daintily wiped his mouth, watching his son watch him.

Gaara wrinkled his nose at the liquid. His father had been inhaling it for months, or so Temari had informed him. She had also said that the Spawn was still as violent as ever, taking out all the pent up emotions he had out on poor animals that he hunted in his spare time. Gaara could feel the bile rise in his throat; killing innocent animals just to feel better about something that happened years ago wasn't something Gaara would justify.

You think he would be over that by now, Gaara thought, skimming over the titles of the books. None seemed the effort to read, at least to him.

"So you did come to see your dear old dad," his father mocked him, standing straight and proud while all Gaara wanted to do was launch himself at the man that had sent him to more than one hospital during his childhood.

"Not so much dear, as old," Gaara replied, licking his dry lips. His father was the only one he had ever feared and sometimes the things you fear never truly go away.

The Spawn growled deep in his throat. "You are still as rude as ever," he said, wetting his finger and then dragging it along the rim of the glass, the effect emitting a loud and ringing noise that burned through Gaara's head. He didn't flinch.

"Still mourning her aren't you?" Gaara said quietly, his piercing gaze locked on the movements of his father's hands. Clenching his own at his side, Gaara whispered fiercely, "Do you think that this will honor her? That by doing this you will have some sort of pride left as a man, one who doesn't drive drunk and hit some poor loving housewife with a baby in the backseat? It doesn't! It makes you more of a fool than you could ever imagine," he hissed, a searing pain hitting his head.

The noise stopped. Turning bit by bit, Kaze took a step closer, glaring at his flesh and blood. "How dare you disrespect your mother?! She cared for you little demon! She wanted you and took care of you. How dare you talk about her like that?!"

Coldly, Gaara crossed his arms, creating a barrier. "Like what? Like she's dead. So you know, she is dead. Been dead. Will always be dead from now till forever. You seem to be the only one who can't let go."

His father crashed the glass when he slammed it onto the desk, sending the gold liquor in splashes out across the paperwork. Veins throbbing and clearly visible, Kazekage moved closer, while Gaara glared at him, his temper matching his hair making him reckless.

"Temari and Kankuro still miss her," he yelled, swiping at the air blindly, as if to swipe the memory from his mind. "I miss her. She was my wife. She was the mother of my children and of you."

"Just because I have faced reality doesn't mean I don't miss her and wish I could have really known her."

Calming slightly, the older man smiled bitterly. "You should have died instead of her. She was more important, more loved and more valuable. The wrong person died that night."

Gaara's insides flinched.

"I should have killed you," the man mused, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Then I would be able to be free from these thoughts."

He's still crazy, Gaara thought, his heart beating wildly in his chest. If I don't get out of here, I'm as good as dead!

"You try to hide it, but you are still afraid of me little demon. Go, run away. You will still be hurt more than ever."

Gaara sprinted towards the door, swinging it open but the next thing that the Spawn said beat through the anger and the fear.

"If you don't do as I say, I know a certain shy little Hyuuga whose own back history would be enough for her own family to kill her with just one word from me."

Gaara never felt like killing except at this moment. Turning, he fled, trying to keep his food down.

Hinata, he thought, running past the bemused butler and his wife out into the cold air of the night, I won't let him kill you or trap you into this hell.

I have to save you.

End of Flashback

Gaara would rather die than see Hinata be dead. It would hurt too much. The threat still scared him and since not much scared him, he couldn't help but obsess over it. Not to mention, the part about Hinata's own family wanting to kill her. He knew about her father's drinking problem, the same as his fathers, and the way he looked down on Hinata, but he never though he would seriously want her dead. It seemed that her little sister and the cousin liked her and killing her would be a hitch to his plan in getting one of them to take over the house of Hyuuga after his death.

Pulling in, Gaara switched off the car. Trying not to wake everyone up who lived next to him, he mounted the stairs, jumping like a cat onto each one. The door was unlocked. He needed to talk to his siblings about that.

Covering a yawn, he slouched past the living room, but Temari sitting upright and tense in her chair made him pause on his way to the bathroom for a hot shower.

"Gaara," she said, relieved that he hadn't been hurt. Physically at least.

"What are you still doing up?" he asked, leaning over the back of the couch tiredly.

"I was worried," she admitted, "but also wanted to tell you about your little guest staying in your room."

Gaara's head perked up.

"On no, you tell me about what the spawn said and I'll tell you about your guest."

Glaring at her, Gaara recounted every bit of his encounter with his father. Temari kept a stone face up, but Gaara knew she was worried, both for him and for Hinata. Unstable as he was, he had never threatened the life of an innocent besides Gaara. If he did, Gaara would more than likely be driven insane, the cycle repeating.

"So who is staying in my room?"

Temari smirked. "Why don't you go look? Try to keep it down though."

Gaara wanted to satisfy his curiosity so he carefully and quietly sneaked down the hall, and saw that his room was open. Sticking his head in, he saw a head with dark locks poking out of his bed, only the back visible. But the unique coloring was all Gaara needed to see. Retracting his own head, he went back to the living room.

"Why is Hinata here?" he asked, an edge to his voice. If she denied him this, he didn't know what he would do. The threat was making him worry more than he ever did before.

"I don't know," Temari asked, shaking her head. "She wouldn't tell me. She didn't want to stay when she heard you weren't here, but I made her. She didn't seem like she was too happy though. Neither did her cousin."

"Neji was here too?"

"No. She called him and he made her hand the phone over. Apparently, he had wanted her to stay with another friend, but couldn't really get her to leave at the time it was then. He has such a stuck up way of life. He was yelling at me for making her stay and opening my arms for her! Damn prick."

What could possible drive Hinata out of her home, late at night and bring her here of all places?

"She looks so peaceful doesn't she?" Temari asked, her voice softening slightly. Much as she wanted to push the two together she was sure it would not work.

Gaara eyed her. Something in the way she was acting…

"You know," he stated, watching her blush in front of him.

She snorted. "Yeah, I'm not thick. Easy enough to see," she said.

"I guess you like her than?"

Temari nodded. "I always did want a sister," she mused.

Gaara glared at her and she broke out into laughter, but hushed it when she felt Gaara's hand on her mouth.

"You'll wake her up," he said simply.

Rolling her eyes, she watched him pad to the bathroom, and dig through some dirty laundry. "Hey what are you doing?" she called out.

"Shower."

Twenty minutes later, after a steaming and relaxing shower, Gaara found himself leaning against his doorframe, watching Hinata. Temari had gone to sleep, leaving him alone. It was all right with him. Watching his angel was not something he would ever tire of.

She started to stir. He didn't feel like moving so he merely stood and watched as she blinked her eyes open having some difficulty seeing in the dark. Groaning, she swung her feet out from under the covers, and started walking towards him, finally able to see his figure through the dark.

"Gaara," she said, her voice breathy from sleep. She cleared her throat and said again, "Gaara."

"Nice to see you too, Hinata," he said.

Fully awake, she now saw what he was wearing-or rather, what he wasn't wearing. Dressed only in his red boxers, his chest was completely exposed and the water from his earlier shower dripped down his toned chest. His legs were open for her to look at and she found that she did happen to look at him a tad more closely then just friends should. Blushing, she looked away and didn't catch the smirk on Gaara's face.

"Would you like to talk?" he asked, motioning for her to come with him to the living room.

She nodded. Following him, she seated herself next to him, but refused to meet his gaze.

"Tell me why you are here."

"My dad…" She couldn't say what had happened and instead buried her head into her hands.

Crap, didn't mean to make her do that, he thought. He wrapped one still wet arm around her and hugged her, placing his hand into her hair and musing it up. "If you don't want to talk about it, it can wait. I can be patient when it is called for."

She nodded. Pulling away from him, she smiled.

"Why don't we go to sleep," he suggested, "I don't know about you, but I'm tired."

"Okay," she meant to get up, but stopped. "Oh, you must want your bed back!"

"No, really it's okay," he said.

"But it's your bed," she insisted.

"Tell you what," he purred, "Spend the day with me tomorrow and you can count us equal."

Please say yes. I don't only want her around more, but now I must protect her.

She smiled and blushed, still new to the attention he was lavishing on her. "Of course."

"Good. Now get some sleep. You are in for some fun tomorrow."

AN: Okay, mostly plot. I'm mean right. Well, it has to be done. The length was also bad but it is short for a reason. I can't give out to much of the plot right? I think this chapter might have gone better, but it's not bad. I guess

Anyway, I realized yet again that Kankuro does not make an appearance. Oh well. I like him, but Temari knows the secret and he doesn't so it fits to make her come out more.

Right, I did not name their father. His nickname is Kaze and such. Weird, but hey I am a weird person.

Next up is Hinata's chapter. Can you guess the title name?