Hinata couldn't help but crack a grin. "Only if I get to be on top first time." Gaara couldn't keep it in and snorted his reply.
"You wish my little bitch." she laughed, rolling her eyes before hugging his neck.
"Yea, I'll be your girlfriend."
And that started it. Hinata moved in, she rearranged everything, and was still his shy and timid friend all while being something more. The first time Gaara had tried kissing her she freaked out though and slapped him. After that got him an unnecessary ice pack and sat in his lap pouring over apologies.
"I'm so sorry Gaara-kun! Pwease forgive me." she held her finger in her mouth and gave the fake pout, he shook his head and gave in quickly.
"I told you already, it was no big deal. But I still expect to kiss you some time this century."
She laughed, that was the wonderful thing she did much more often now that she stayed at Gaara's house, laughed. She was still laughing with him, talking and being more open than before, amazing how much room she gave when she felt safe.
Gaara remember one day she had finally given in and explained why there were bruises all over her arms, though fading and yellow.
"Oh, these? Neji and I fought a lot." but she wouldn't go further until he had her pinned to her bed. "Alright, Alright! We spare and I get distracted! He never cares and beats the shit out of me ok!" her face was red then, red and full of anger that no one but me or Naruto might have recognized. Hidden under the folds of innocence she played off oh so well.
He let her get mad for a full five minutes before he crushed her under his lips until she calmed down. Any time Neji or her father were mentioned she freaked out and went psychotic on anyone, a kiss was a fine way to distract her.
Most of the time though she seemed to be in her own little world when it happened, other times she would shield herself from the world and lock herself in Gaara's closet until the sound of silent sobbing ebbed into nothingness. It drove him insane but he dealt with it, he was in love with her.
... Could he even say that, that he was in love with Hyuga? He felt compassion with her, for her, when she wasn't at the house he paced and waited until she had gotten home and smothered her in his affections. In truth he was like a puppy away from his master far too long, almost sick with worry.
It was pathetic, weak, and a sign of weakness.
But he loved it.
One day Hinata came home acting shifty, pulling at her lengthening hair.
"Gaara-kun, you still here?" she called from the bottom of the stairs, bags on her arms. She'd gone shopping again and was ready to drop everything at the foot of his bed.
"Yes, Hyuga. Come up here, I'm to lazy to undress you myself!" their favorite pass time was to have verbal sex to freak out Kankuro as much as possible before he retaliated.
They still hadn't gone past sleeping wear though, which Gaara thought was perfect for how modest Hinata was.
"I'm not in the mood," she droned out as she walked into my room, dropping the bags at the foot of the bed.
"What's up? You're never 'not in the mood.'" she couldn't look at him, not even the playful tone in Gaara's voice cheered her.
"Mmm... I saw Neji at the store today..."she said it meekly, rubbing her arms as she sat on the end of the bed.
"What's so bad about that? He's just an ass hole, you don't have to pay attention to him." Hinata was silent before she plopped next to him, falling backwards as she looked up into his eyes.
"I love you, Gaara-kun..." she clung to his frame with a weak smile.
"I know, you tell me every other day when I wake up." Gaara cracked a grin down at her.
"No! I mean this is an important 'I love you.' No going off and killing people after I tell you this because I love you and that means you have to stay here!" she gripped his shoulder tightly, a worried look on her face.
"Hyuga?"
"You know why I'm timid... about the whole kissing thing?" Gaara shook his head, confused as he laid back and let Hinata snuggle next to him, toeing off her shoes.
"M-My... me first kiss was... was with Neji." Gaara screwed up his face in disgust.
"Hy-"
"No listen!" she was on the verge of shouting, "I didn't want it! Every time he kissed me I would be somewhere else! And he would notice it...." she stood up and flailed her arms, detaching herself from Gaara's safe hold.
"And when I wouldn't scream his name he'd hit me! Or if I didn't moan he'd beat me, like it was mandatory to enjoy it!"she paced with ease, now she really was screaming, her face contorted as she spewed her words out.
"Are you saying-"
"And if I didn't come right there when he wanted he'd fucking cut me. That's why I'm always wearing sweat pants, why I'm always covered up! And what's even worse is he denies it!" she pulled her pants off and threw them in the dirty clothes bin, force of habit. She was sporting my boxers and red lacy panties only visible through the split in the front.
But her legs were covered in nicks and slashes, scars you could only see if you looked. "And when I told daddy all he did was hit me and called me a liar! When I tried to call mom and tell her they sent her to an insanity ward because she nearly killed him!" she was screaming even louder, tears boiling at the edges of her eyes, frantic as she let out everything.
"Then today Neji shows up and tries to get me to come home, trying to sweet talk me! That sick fuck!"
Looking back on this, on the oddest of ways Gaara had to admit, no matter if Hyuga was sober, high, angry, depressed, or happy. When she cussed it was the biggest turn on.
"You want me to shred his ass for you? I know a very nice gay man by the name of Deidara, he and his pimp Sasori make a mean couple." Hyuga looked over at him and smiled as a few tears trailed her cheeks from frustration.
"You're a sick, twisted fuck, Gaara. You know that?" she asked, sliding over to the bed.
"And you're an abused sex goddess who won't fuck me for a very good reason." he loved being blunt with her, and she sighed as she sat back on the bed, wiping her eyes.
"I'm tired, Gaara... how about you deal with sleeping naked?" he nodded and pulled off his shirt and boxers, arms out in invitation. She crawled into bed nude after undressing, her skin flushed as I moved a sheet between us to make things less awkward for her.