Michelle: Once again, people, I do not own Naruto /Has heart attack/

Hinata: Is she okay? /pokes/

Gaara: Just leave her there.

Hinata: Well, anyways, Michelle has written this chapter with a LOT of help from her friend Kirby, so thank him.

Gaara: I say we kill him.

Hinata: Why?
Gaara: ….He still thinks I'm gay….

Hinata: …ON TO THE STORY!

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Later on that evening, I thought it necessary to walk around the grounds for a bit. I mean, I was going to be living there for a while… possibly for good. Hey, being seventeen had it's perks, like never thinking about the future, only that moment in time.

In nothing but rather short black shorts that Temari-nee-san, as she requested I call her, and a second-skin black tank-top that ended right above my navel, I walked out of my room, down the stairs, and into the back of the sand sibling's house. Needless to say, it was rather large.

I stepped outside, the cold air mercilessly attacking my body making me wish I had brought at least a jacket, making my way over towards the center of the garden in which there was a rather large fountain I wished to see up close and personal.

Sitting on the edge of the beautiful piece of artwork, I gently touched the water's surface. The liquid rippled under my fingertips, causing my reflection, as well as the full moon's, to waver.

It was only then, when the movement stopped, that I realized I had company.

I quickly turned around, almost falling into the water as I did, and would have if the person had not grabbed onto my waist, pulling me onto my feet.

"Gaara-sama!" I half-yelled, leaning into his embrace.

Wait, maybe that isn't the correct wording.

"How many times must I have to catch you?"

"No more, Gaara-sama."

"I know my place," 'I just wish it was with you…'

Yes, I actually did think that. I didn't know why at the time, but I did.

"You're place is here. You're part of the family now that you live here."

"I… I hadn't really thought of it that way."

"Well, if Temari asking you to call her "Big Sister" was any indication, you should know."

I sighed.

"I'm sorry. It's just, I've had a lot on my mind."

"I understand."

It was then when I realized, and apparently he did too, that I was still in his arms.

I stumbled back, falling onto the edge of the fountain, both of us now red with embarrassment.

"So um… Gaara-sama, why did you take me into your house? I don't understand it," I said looking up at him.

He looked… nervous. Almost as though he didn't want to tell me something.

"Well. It's just…" he sighed and looked down at me.

"Hinata-san… do you know that you are-"

A loud boom echoed throughout the house, and a vase was thrown out the second story window- the loft.

"YOU STUPID PRICK, I'M THE ELDEST, SO I SAY YOU SHOULD CLEAN UP AFTER YOURSELF!"

"HELL NO, WOMAN, I- Uh… Temari? What are you going to do with that fan? Temari…? TEMARI!"

There was a smack sound, and all was quiet. Well, that is, until I heard a groan of pain.

"Sounds like Temari-nee-san and Kankuro-san got into another fight," I said quietly.

"Yeah, and as usual, Temari won."

We looked at each other and did something I'm sure both of us hadn't done in a long time: We laughed. It wasn't a small laugh, a chuckle, or a giggle, but a genuine laugh. We stopped laughing, and locked eyes. I quickly looked away. Was it possible I was finding myself falling for the red-haired sand-nin so soon after killing someone for my supposed only love?

I couldn't look at him. Yet I couldn't ignore him. I couldn't stay with him. Yet I couldn't walk away from him. I was a sad, confused little girl. Love struck, one might say. But there was no way I'd admit that. There was no way I would win. No way I could get out.

"Gaara-sama!" a voice rang out in the silence of the night.

"Someone from the Hidden Leaf Village is here to see you."

"What rank?"

"ANBU Black Ops."

"Name?"

"Uzumaki Naruto."

Gaara nodded, and stood up to leave. Halfway across the lawn, he turned around to look at the young Hyuuga.

"I hope to see more of you soon," and with a rain of sand he was gone.

The two Jounins that had came to seek out their leader, bowed to the young woman, and vanished.

'He wants to see more of me…?'

Hinata blushed, looking down. It was only then when she realized the identity of the Leaf ANBU.

"Wait… Naruto!?"

Hinata jumped up, still clothed in her black shorts, top, and zoris, and ran to the Kazekage's tower.

'Now this I've got to see…'

When she reached the Kazekage's Tower, all was quiet. It was like some sort of spell had been placed upon the fortress. No one around, the doors open, and a suffocating silence filled the air.

It was then when she heard voices ringing through the air. Angered voices. Voices of two best friends.

"I know your keeping her here," said the voice of a blonde-haired Leaf ANBU Captain, Uzumaki Naruto.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Naruto," replied the Kazekage.

"You're keeping Hinata here. I know it. I'm not stupid like I was when we were kids."

Hinata crept up to the door. Almost instantaneously the two ninjas looked at the entryway to where they were standing. Gaara looked back to his old friend.

"Naruto, I respect you, but I am now asking you to leave peacefully. I wish for no fight to begin tonight."

Naruto nodded, and turned around, walking away, and towards the door in which Hinata was hiding behind.

"I need you to tell me, what feelings have you for the Hyuuga?"

Hinata's heart stopped.

'Don't answer, don't answer, don't answer.'

Gaara was silent.

"I love her, Naruto."

Naruto nodded.

"Then take care of her better than I did."

"What are you-"

"Didn't I already tell you I'm not stupid?"

The ANBU walked over to the window over-looking Suna.

"Well. I'm just glad that you're upholding your villages honor so well. Your trustworthiness is almost unmatchable," he said, turning around and glaring at his friend.

Gaara ran towards the ANBU, kunai unsheathed, and Hinata could not bare to see either get hurt. She ran out into the middle of the room, holding Gaara back from injuring the Demon Container.

"I will not tell them of your traitorous nature, but know this: If anybody finds out about her, I will not give any pity to either of you."

Naruto vanished. Gaara dropped the kunai, and walked over towards the window Naruto was standing at less than five seconds ago. Hinata looked on the verge of tears. Who would have thought The Uzumaki Naruto had a dark side?

The pale girl walked over to the Kazekage, and leaned on his shoulder.

"I'm so, so sorry for causing this… I should just go. I don't want to put either of you in any sort of danger."

Hinata began to walk away, but something stopped her. Something warm… welcoming… something that gave her the illusion that everything in the world was going to be okay.

Gaara grasped her hand in his, and pulled her back towards him. Unlike the first two times, he held onto her. Not because he was saving her from being thrown off a cliff, or hitting her head on a fountain, but because he wanted to. Because he needed to feel her warmth. Her touch. Her skin pressed against him.

His breath quickened, as her body melded against his. He looked down upon her, his sea-green eyes melding with her white, pupil-less eyes hidden behind a shield of purple and silver. He slowly lowered his head, and-

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Michelle: Teehee, I know I'm a bitch!

Hinata: …. Oh my…

Gaara: O.O

Michelle: Well anyways, that's the third chapter of my oh so wonderful GaaraxHinata story! Ta-Ta!