Someone just get a gun and threaten to shoot me cause I'm a real slob when trying to write something. Here ya go!!
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There was something real smooth under her cheek. Silk, satin, Hinata thought. She once spent a whole paycheck to get a light lavender silk blouse. She had to skip lunches for 2 whole weeks but it was worth it when ever she slipped in. Hinata sighed when remembering it.
"All the way out, if you don't mind."
"Huh?" Hinata slowly opened her eyes to see a dimly lit lamp on a bedside table.
"Here, try this." Someone slipped a hand underneath her head and made her sip some water.
"Huh?"
"You're repeating yourself. Have. Some. Water."
"Okay" She sipped more water obediently, studying the pale long-fingered hand that held the glass. She just realized that she was on a silk bed and that there was a mirror on the ceiling.
"Oh my." Hinata then shifted her gaze to the man beside her.
"I thought you were Shukaku."
"Close." The man set the glass aside, then sat at the edge of the bed, noting with amusement that she scooted away slightly to keep more distance between them.
"Sabaku no Gaara. I run the place."
"Hinata Hyuuga. Why am I here?"
"Would you rather I leave you sprawled on the casino floor? You fainted."
"I did? Yes, I did. I'm sorry." Mortified, Hinata covered her face with her hands.
"Its not an atypical reaction when you win the jackpot."
Hinata's eyes popped open, her hands clasped tightly at her lap.
"I'm sorry, I'm still a little confused. Did you say I won?"
"You put the money in, you pulled the lever, you hit."
There wasn't any color in her cheeks this time. Gaara thought she looked like a bruised fairy.
"We'll deal with the paper work later, when you feel a bit steadier. Do you want to see a doctor?"
"No, I'm okay. I can't think. My head's spinning."
"Take your time."
Gaara then pushed her gently back down onto the pillows before standing up, towering over her.
"Is there someone I can call to help you out?"
"NO! Don't call anyone."
He was a little bit startled with her outburst but with years of practice, his face does not seem to be fazed. Instead he lifted a nonexistent brow.
"Alright."
"I'm sorry, but there isn't anyone." Hinata said more calmly with a hint of pink in her cheeks.
"I'm traveling. My purse was stolen and my car broke down a mile or so out of town. I think it is the fuel pump this time."
"Could be." Gaara murmured. "How did you get here?"
"I walked in. I just got here."
Hinata took a moment to rethink and notice that it had been several hours since she was here. She was just ogling at everything.
"I had at least 4 thousand yen left."
"Hn." Gaara wasn't sure whether she was a lunatic or a first class gambler.
"Well you now have 20,900,564,232 yen."
"Oh…oh." Shattered, Hinata started to cry silently. Just letting the tears fall down without a sob or a sniffle. Just a stream of tears.
There had been to many women in his life for Gaara to be uncomfortable with tears, so he sat back down and let her sob it out.
Odd little thing, Gaara thought. First she faints into his arms, been limp as water and weighed no more than a child. Now she tells him that she hiked for a mile in a late spring heat, then risk the little of money that she had and yank of a slot. She must be insane. But she had beaten the odds, and now was rich, and for a while, his responsibility.
"I'm sorry." Hinata wiped at her dusty face, letting Gaara glimpse at the white skin that was underneath all that dust. "I must be such a burden to you. I just don't know what to do."
"Let's start with the basics. Eat, bathe, relax, sleep, and get your bearings. Your bag is on the table right over there."
"Oh thank goodness. My work."
"Work clothes?"
"No. No clothes. My work."
"Well there is a robe in there. I will get one of my staff to provide you with some clothes."
"Oh I appreciate it but I should be booking a room. If I could have a small advance of the money, I could go find a hotel."
Gaara's eyes narrowed.
"What's wrong with this one?"
"This what?"
"This hotel," Gaara said with what he considered admirable patience. "This room."
"Nothing, Its beautiful."
"Make yourself comfortable. Your room is comped for the duration of your stay."
"WHAT!? I-I-I'm sorry. I can just have this room? I can stay?"
"Usual procedure for high rollers. The management hopes that you'll put some back in the pot. At the tables, the shops. The room and meals are on us."
"I get all this for free because I won money from you?"
Gaara gave off a smirk, making it seem predatory.
"I want a chance to win it back."
Hinata's heart did a flip. He was devilishly handsome.
"That seems only fair. Thank you, Mr. Sabaku."
"If I am going to be giving you the amount of money that you've won I think I am entitled to be called by my first name."
"Only if you call me by my first name."
"Well, Hinata. I think it would do well if you slept. We'll talk in the morning, say 10 am. My office."
"Yes, in the morning."
"Welcome to Sunagakure."
Hinata quickly got out of bed when Gaara started to head straight toward a sweep of open stairs that led to a living area. Hinata was about to utter a thank you when she lost her breath upon seeing the sprawling space done in sapphires and emeralds, accented with ebony wood and tropical flower arrangements on the walls and lavish tables. She watched him cross an ocean of carpet.
"Gaara?"
He turned and looked up at the railings where she was and thought that she looked 10 years old and lost as a lamb.
"What would I do with all that money?"
"You'll think of something."
Then pressing a button, he stepped through the brass doors that slid open, into a private elevator. Once the doors closed, Hinata's legs gave out and she buckled onto the floor. Her face with a dreamy haze until a small smile appeared for if this was not a dream, a hallucination, then it meant that she hadn't only escaped, she had been liberated.