Hey, its me, soz for being so late on the update, kinda busy with school(which I don't bother with) and...GAMES OF PURE GLORY!! Ahem, so as I stated earlier, please forgive me for my sloth in writing this fiction, and know that i will now focus on it 100 PERCENT...unless i get some pie, then i'd take a break...pieeeeeee...
She just gazed at Gaara, not sure on what to do. The boy turned from a psychotic killer to an emotional wreck in just a moment worth. Even so, Hinata felt compelled to help him for she felt as if she was the reason for everything that had happened just now. Slowly, Hinata sat next to him, feeling as if this was the right course of action, and gingerly she shifted herself closer to him. Then, as if some mystical hand guided her own hand, she wrapped around her arm around Gaara, not caring if he enjoyed the gesture at all, only having the safe knowledge that he needed it greatly.
Gaara felt a strange, soothing presence around him, and slowly he cocked his head to the side to see Hinata's arm wrapped around like a sheet, and her face looking at him with an expression of concern in her deep, milky eyes. Never has anyone done such a thing, not even his own brother and sister embraced him in this way yet, this girl, this complete stranger, who knew nothing of him or the atrocities he had committed in his past was willing to hold him, the murderer countless lives, so close, so near. Gaara just wanted to shove her aside, so he could lie still in his own shell, but he couldn't. Every time he tried to force his muscle to follow his commands, they refused. Slowly, Gaara felt himself easing into her touch, and then, Gaara felt something wet flow down his cheeks slowly. He let a finger touch the spot were it ran down, and he realized what it was. Tears.
He felt his body tremble, and Gaara noticed Hinata's face growing more worried as she looked at him. "Why are you crying?" she asked her voice soft as she spoke. Gaara merely answered her with silence, pushing her away. Hinata pressed on however, determined to know what was wrong with him, even if he didn't realize something was wrong. "You said I was right…what am I right about?" she asked, hoping this would get Gaara to finally open up. It took w while, but her turned his face to her and spoke soft words, as if he was ashamed to say it. "I never knew…what a mother really was," was all he said before turning his back towards her.
It was then that Hinata memories returned, and she recalled all the cruel things she had said to him on the roof yesterday. She felt like the monster now though, realizing that all that Gaara was feeling now, was because of her. "I'm so sorry…for everything I said yesterday. I didn't mean it-. "But they were true…I killed my mother," interrupted Gaara, his voice saddened by the confession. Hinata was utterly silenced by what he said, not knowing what to say back towards the boy in front of her. Slowly she pulled herself towards him, and both of them were sitting next to each other, their knees crawled up to their chests.
Hinata stared at Gaara as he looked on towards the blank wall in front of them, no word being uttered by either of the two. Hinata wanted to tell something to Gaara that she knew she wouldn't have told anyone else she had just met. "When…I was small…I killed my mother to. It was in my house's garden, and she and I were just enjoying the serenity of the place, when an assassin tried to kill me with a kunai…but instead…it…hit my…mother…and". Hinata could not finish the sentence before breaking down, her grief over the loss of her beloved mother coming back to her. She tried her best to hold back the tears, but they just poured out of her eyes like a waterfall, staining her face. She slowly sobbed on, and then she began to hiccup violently. Gaara looked at her with scrutiny, the state she was in strange and alien to him. Hinata didn't care though; she just kept on crying in silence. Gaara got up and went to the bedside table, pouring some water that was left in a pitch into a cup. Hinata's blood began to boil, furious that he could just quench his thirst after she had just opened up to him in a way no one else had ever seen her do. But then the kage offered her the cup, bewildering the young woman.
"Stop your crying…it makes you look unappealing," he said, his voice stoic and commanding. Hinata, unsure of what to do, just reached out for the glass and slowly sipped the water inside. After a few sips, Hinata felt herself slowly recovering from how she was earlier. She looked at Gaara, who still stared at her, and by some force of will, she managed to bring up a smile, to show thanks. Gaara nodded, signifying he understood, before he collapsed against his bed. Hinata shot up instantly as the kage fell, helping him get back on his feet. She realized that Gaara's wounds have not healed, and that his body finally gave out after all that moving about. "Gaara, you should get back on your bed…hell, you shouldn't have even gotten out of it in the first place," Hinata said as she helped the young man get back on his feet. "I…got off it...so you could have a proper…bed," Gaara retorted as he lay back on the bed, his voice exhausted after having withstand the pain for so long.
Hinata felt a deep guilt, knowing all the things she had put him through, and sheepishly sat down on a nearby chair, looking at Gaara, wishing to apologize to him. "I'm…so sorry. Everything I said to you was so unaccounted for…I was…well, my mo-mother w-was a-and". Hinata couldn't even finish her self before sobbing, her hot tears pouring down her cheeks all over again. Gaara was annoyed by this, and turned to her with a stout look on his face. "Stop crying…it was not your fault," Gaara said quietly. "W-what?" Hinata stuttered. "Your mother gladly gave her life in exchange of yours…and you cry over her sacrifice?" he said as he looked down at her with judging eyes. Suddenly, Hinata stood up from the chair, the words Gaara said reducing her guilt to nothing, instead allowing anger to take its place. "How do you know if she did that for me because I'm her daughter, and not because I am the heiress to the Hyuga clan? What makes you know the things that ran through her head as she took the kunai? What do you know!" she yelled, angered at his bold statement
Hinata approached Gaara, and with an unseen strength, she shoved him until he nearly toppled. Luckily for Gaara his bed was right behind him, and instead his mattress greeted him instead of the solid ground. However, Hinata was still not letting the lad off the hook, for what he said tore any shred of regret of what she had done to him out of her. "WHY DO YOU THINK SHE DIED FOR ME? IT WASN'T OUT OF LOVE, BUT INSTEAD FOR LOYALTY! SHE WAS A LOWLY HYUGA AND I WAS TO BE THE NEXT LEADER OF MY WRETCHED CLAN! THAT'S WHY SHE DIED, SHE DIED FOR AN INVESTMENT!" she yelled at Gaara as tears streamed down her eyes again. Gaara looked at her with shock and awe, astounded at how she could change from guilt to pure rage in a matter of moments. Unfortunately, Hinata did not share the same regards towards him.
Without warning, she threw the glass he offered her earlier right at him, the flying piece of china narrowly hitting him. It was then Gaara knew he had to put a stop to this, and quickly, sand arose from the floor and wrapped itself around Hinata's legs and arms, restraining the crazed nin. "Calm yourself woman. Don't force me to hurt you," he said, his voice menacing. Hinata was unfazed however, returning his answer with only the fiery vigor in her eyes. "Do your worst," she said coldly. Gaara obliged, using his sand to shove her back into the chair she was in earlier. However, he made his sand slowly recoil back, not wishing to harm her. Hinata breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling at a quick pace, her anger still lurking like a predator in the brush.
Silence soon fell, neither of them wishing to say something to the other, just hoping that somebody would just intervene right now. After a while, Hinata's rage finally subsided and slowly, she realized what had occurred briefly ago. "I…apologize for what I did…and you have a point," she said with a hushed voice. "What point?" Gaara asked, rather confused at what she said. "About my mother," she said as she got up, intending to clean up the shattered glass that was all over the floor. Gaara saw pain in her eyes still, realizing what he had said must've caused her sudden provocation recently. Gaara felt a tang of guilt, and wished to make amends with her. As he looked at Hinata who was busy picking up pieces of scattered china, Gaara saw not the shy, quiet nin he met unintentionally two nights ago, but someone who he shared, to his disbelief, sympathy.
After she threw the shards of glass she held into a nearby bin, Hinata sat back down in her chair, hiding her face from Gaara. She felt awful about what she did earlier, especially since all he did was tell her the truth. Hinata knew her mother loved her dearly, and that she didn't give her life for her just because she was the Hyuga heiress. But to her, it made the hurt even worse. The lie she tried to live with made things easier on her, but she knew her mother gave her life up so Hinata could become what she is now. However, Hinata despised the thought of anyone giving their lives up for her, a pathetic, weak, cowardly excuse of a ninja. She never showed it, but every time she was saved by someone, she hated herself even more. Hinata was suddenly pulled back into reality when Gaara suddenly called her.
"I sense you're regret...and I suggest you let go of whatever it is," Gaara said, as if he could read her very mind. Hinata looked up at him, annoyed at what he just said. "And what makes you say I should…that I should forgive myself for being so weak, so helpless that I couldn't even save my own mother?" she said, restraining herself from lashing out like before. Gaara looked at her with intense eyes, knowing that the only way to convince this girl was to reveal his life to her, hoping it would make amends between them. Gaara took a deep breath before he began telling her his entire life's story.
"As I have told you, I killed my mother at birth, but the reason why is because of my accursed father. He wished to create the perfect weapon, and used his own son for his own twisted purposes. For years I had a monster inside me, and no one in my village ever cared for me…except my uncle…" Gaara took a pause as he mentioned Yashamaru, trying not to let his temper fly as he spoke of the bastard. "But even he lied, hoping to kill me when I was a child…and it was after that I became the Demon of the Sands. Even now, with the monster gone, I am still plagued with the voices of all the people I've killed in cold blood, cursed to hear them every time I let my mind rest. Now you know why I say let go of your regrets…or be haunted by them" It was there Gaara stopped, hoping every word would sink into her like a poison, hoping it would help her come to a realization of what could happen to her.
Hinata was shocked at what he told her, not realizing how much suffering Gaara had went through when he was a child. She looked at the boy who lay on the bed in front of her, and couldn't help but see the sorrow hidden within the jade pools of his eyes. "I…don't know what to say…I-I'm too lost for words," Hinata said, still stunned at what Gaara just shared with her. "I don't expect you to say anything; I just want you to know where you're heading. Can you now see the consequences of my actions, how they made me into…THIS!" he stated, Gaara's voice strong and firm. Hinata merely nodded, showing she understood what he meant. The room was quiet , silence hanging in the air yet again before Hinata spoke. "I…I think…we should talk about…each other more…," Hinata said quietly, not trying to sound pathetic. Gaara looked at her strangely, but he tilted his head, showing he agreed. So for what was left of the morning, Hinata spoke to Gaara, telling her more about her life, and so did he, the two becoming rather close as the time passed by.