Right another update! My news's year resolution is to work more on my writing, which I have been doing. Yeah! I saw the ball drop for the first time ever and I had a burping contest with my friend; I won. I have also been working on oneshots a lot on Deviantart so that has kept my pretty busy as well as my DS Light!

Magnetic Attraction: Angel and Demon

Gaara paced back and forth in his room, the computer going through a slideshow of pictures that he had taken of Hinata. Some of them where recent, from the time at the mountain. He had gone over to her school after his own had let out for the day and she hadn't been anywhere in sight. Tenten had shrugged at him when she ran swiftly past, so it seemed that she didn't know where Hinata was. The fact that her father had been fuming at her made him even more anxious about her whereabouts. Sighing heavily, he picked the portable black phone up from his desk, and dialed the private number that Hinata had shyly given to him during their truth and dare contest back on the mountain.

Nervously tapping his long fingers impatiently on his pale colored table, someone finally picked up the phone. He hoped that it was the person he had been pining after for so long.

"Hello?" It wasn't Hinata, but it was someone female, most likely a worker that the Hyuuga employed to take care of the kids and the house.

"Hello, is Hinata there?" Gaara asked, sitting in his desk chair and leaning back, dangerously close to falling on his butt.

"I'm sorry, she isn't living here in the Hyuuga mansion anymore," a maid said, her voice clipped and as unfriendly as possible. Gaara was sure that she was smirking at the phone, glad to be the bearer of bad news.

What the fuck is she talking about?

"What do you mean, she isn't there anymore? Where did she go?" Gaara asked, trying to keep his anger in check or else he would probably slaughter the women as soon as he found out whom it was.

"I'm sorry," the maid lied, and he heard her laugh shrilly in the distance. "I can't tell you where she has gone. Have a nice day."

"Wait-"

The maid hung up, slamming the phone down with satisfaction, and Gaara felt his rage take over. He flung the black phone across his large room and watched it slap against the opposite wall, the back falling off and skidding by his feet.

"What the fuck?" Kankuro yelled, bursting into his little brother's room, a small white-blue towel slung along his hips, close to falling off.

Gaara's chest was heaving as he yelled, "They sent her away! That fucking bastard sent Hinata away!"

Kankuro tried to block Gaara's path but his little brother hit his shoulder into his gut, making him fall over in pain. Gaara ran as fast as he could to his Mustang and started it up while Kankuro scurried after him, holding his towel up for his own sake.

"I still don't get what you are saying! Who took Hinata away?" he yelled over the railing of the stairs, not daring to get closer.

Gaara yelled out of his car window, "Her father sent her away, just like the Spawn said. Hiashi hates his own daughter and he sent her away, to some place I have no clue."

Gaara sped away, ignoring the rules of the road and going as fast as he wanted to, almost hitting another car when he sped through a red light at the intersection. His heart was going faster, and if he were anyone else he would be bawling and asking over and over what the hell was going on.

She can't be gone. I didn't win her heart, I didn't tell her about the stalking, and I didn't get to tell her how much I love her. I swear, I will strangle her father if he harmed her!

Gaara pulled in to the driveway and he parked immediately and quickly almost hitting Neji's car in the process, as a set of guards came up to him, glares set on their faces like a stain. One of them, a lean man in his late thirties by the look of him, yelled, "Do you have an invitation?"

Gaara scowled, making him much meaner looking than either of the two men could imagine. "I don't need one," he said, raising himself up so that he towered over the two older men. "I've been coming here for awhile, I'm friends with the family.

The other one, a man with only a few strands of fair hair left, said, "I'm sorry. But if you don't have an invitation, you can't go in."

Gaara was ready to punch either of the men square in the face, and was just starting to move forward, when the front door slammed open and Hanabi burst out, running out in only her pajamas, with no shoes. She grabbed Gaara's legs eagerly, making him wobble. He held onto her messy head to balance himself as she sobbed heavily into his jeans, her whole body shaking as she refused to let him go.

"Where's Hinata?" he asked her gently, rubbing her head awkwardly to help her calm down. She just shook her head, holding onto him tighter as the guards advanced on the odd pair, looking like they had had enough silliness for the day.

"Miss Hyuuga," the first one said, placing a hairy hand on her shoulder, trying to look reassuring as he faked a smile. "Is this teenager someone that you want to see right now, in the house? Or should we kick him out right now." He smirked at Gaara while Hanabi was not looking at him.

Hanabi finally raised her head from Gaara and rubbed her teary eyes, reminding the red head forcibly of Hinata, making him feel a connection to the younger girl. She nodded once shortly and took Gaara's large hand in her own much smaller one, dragging him with her. Gaara couldn't help but let her lead him; She looked so unhappy that he couldn't make himself question her right away and bring up all the pain it seemed that she was feeling at the moment.

"They took her away," she said, holding back a sob as she brought him to the living room, a wide room with so many chairs that Gaara was surprised that anyone could move. She led him through the maze of furniture, set for less formal and much smaller parties.

She motioned for him to sit down and he complied, finding himself in an olive green chair with delicate looking legs that were clawed at the ends. For some reason or another Hanabi jumped into his lap and wrapped her surprisingly strong arms around his neck, burying her head into his chest for warmth.

"What are you doing?" he asked surprised. No one had really held him like that, and since it was coming from a near stranger it felt really weird.

"Neji won't let me touch him at all," she whispered, straddling his lap to find some comfort. "And there's no one else to talk to right now that I can hold onto. I'm sorry. I could move if you want?" Hanabi held back another sob by harshly biting her lip, bringing up blood. She wiped it away with her daisy sleeve.

Gaara shook his head firmly. "No, it's fine, you can stay like that." At that moment, she was just like her beloved older sister, that it was impossible for him to push her away without feeling guilty and repulsed at himself.

"Where did your father send her?" he asked, turning her head gently so that she was facing him.

Hanabi's eyes, the same shade as her sister's, hardened. "They sent her to our mother's family, on the opposite side of Japan."

They sent Hinata all the way on the friggin opposite side of the fucking country! Fuck!

"Father doesn't really like her much," Hanabi whimpered, clutching his dark shirt in her small fists. "Not since Mother and Uncle died trying to protect her or maybe even before that, I'm not sure."

What? What the hell is she talking about? Gaara wondered, letting her get closer to him, since her voice was getting lower as she went. "What do you mean?"

"Hinata is-or was-the heir of our clan, the Hyuuga. Back in the day, Father was not the greatest guy possible and many people wanted to get back at him for the awful things, he said and did," she explained, locking eyes with Gaara, who found he couldn't look away. "The bad people targeted Hinata, thinking she was the key to his downfall. Someone set a bomb on the family car, but it went off sooner than it was supposed to. Hinata was still in her stroller nearby since she was only five, and her maid was with her. She only got a couple of faint scars on her hands and face from the accident. Mom and Uncle lost their lives, since they were in the car when it went off. Father has always blamed Hinata for the loss of their lives, even though it was not her fault at all. I think that Hinata does though, and that is why she let herself be dragged away."

"Holy shit," Gaara said, pushing the girl off of him, but still letting her clutch at his hand for security and warmth. She may have had her father on her side from the start, but he was the reason for this giant mess.

"That's not all," Hanabi said, her fist tightening at her side. "Mother's family are not the best people."

"What do you mean by that?" Gaara feared the answer, but he needed to know for everything he learned could help Hinata.

"Mother's family was also wealthy, bringing in almost as much money as we did back then," Hanabi explained. "However, they make their money illegally. They sell drugs and they are sell out young girls, sending them to the U.S. where they are made into whores for however wishes to pay them for the night." Hanabi shuddered. "I don't know what they will do to Hinata…but we have to help her!" she said fiercely, banging on a nearby coffee table, knocking over an expensive vase and not caring. It shattered on the ground.

"Of course," Gaara said his mind spinning. It seemed he didn't know as much about Hinata as he thought he did. "Where is your cousin now?"

Hanabi narrowed her eyes and Gaara felt her hand slip from his. "Why do you want to know?"

"Because I think he can help us get your sister back here, safe and sound. He does know where your mom's family is right?"

For the first time since he had gotten there, Hanabi smiled at him. "Yes he does!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together and avoiding the broken glass, since she was barefoot.

"Good," Gaara said, "If your cousin can provide the transportation I can provide most of the money as well as places that we can stay along the way and back from getting Hinata back."

"We really are going to get her back," Hanabi said in wonder, smiling as she daydreamed of seeing Hinata again.

I won't let go of you, Hinata. I love you too much to let something like this happen to you. And no way is your little sister going to feel the same way we felt in our childhood. Even if I end up getting hurt somewhere along the way, I don't care, as long as you are safe.

" I'll bring you straight to Neji!"

Leading him through the maze of stairs and such, Gaara found them in front of a dark wooden door, a plain white plate near the middle saying Neji. Hanabi banged on the door with her fist, yelling out plainly, "Neji! Gaara is here! He wants to help us get Hinata back now!"

The door swung open and Hanabi and Gaara jumped back, just barely avoiding being clipped by the fastly swung door.

Neji looked like crap. There were large bags under his eyes, made more prominent by the fact that he was so pale. His normally sleek and shiny straight hair was frizzy and looked like he had torn small chunks of it out near the back of his head. His eyes turned dully to them, and Gaara finally found himself feeling pity for the boy. Neji had done what most people would have done and tried to protect his cousin. This time he hadn't been able to, and it was killing him on the inside as well as the question as to what was happening to Hinata in the hell like place she was sent to.

"You have a plan?" Neji asked, running his fingers through his hair, and yanking subtly on the ends. Gaara nodded. "Then come in and sit down."

Gaara crawled in and noticed immediately how boring it was. His walls were white and he had plain blinds drawn to keep the sunlight out. He had thrown a plain brown carpet over the wood the desk in the corner. There was almost too much empty space and Gaara found he had to either sit on the ground or on Neji's full sized bed. Hanabi had snagged the computer chair. Neji sat on the corner of the bed, and Gaara worked up the energy and sat as far from him as possible. They were working together, but that didn't mean that they liked each other.

"If you know where she is," Gaara said calmly and slowly, making sure that both of them heard, "Then I think I can help you, so long as she is still in the country."

Neji swiveled his eyes toward him, searching for the lie he thought was in the red head's words. He found none, so he nodded, clasping his hands in front of him and bowing his head.

"I can bring in enough money for two or three to go after her."

"I'm going," Hanabi and Neji each said at the same time. Gaara raised a brow but didn't comment.

"I thought so. We will leave soon, after her, so be prepared to miss some school."

"How will you get the money?" Neji asked: tapping his pointer fingers together, while the rest of his fingers stayed entwined.

"My sister and my brother. Temari has a job so there is some money. Also Kankuro and Temari can weasel some money from our father. I also have some money saved up from my own job."

"Good," Neji said, walking and patting Hanabi on the head. "Are you sure about this?" he asked her.

She nodded. "She is my sister."

"Let's start making plans then."

A.N

Okay, a lot of people wanted Hinata to run to Gaara. Well, I didn't want her to do that. She is supposed to go to her mother's family cause it makes the plot go. Sorry, but that's the way it goes.

Gaara has an anger issue can you tell?

Kankuro came back into the story! I don't know why, but Temari is just so much easier to make the plot go. Weird. Oh well.

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Oh yeah, Happy New Year!