Note from the Author: Another old one because I'm lazy. GaaraHin again. This one-shot is kind of stupid now that I reread it. :hopes to hell no one reviews it:
Inukitsy: Thank you, dahling. When I first got into this pairing, I looked it up on FF dot net and was amazed at the amount of stories there were for it. It's an odd pairing – especially since they have no real interaction in the show – but one that intrigued me.
Porny: Yay:is excited about fic being snuggled again: No more cookies:bakes you a cake instead:
Wonderwall
And all the roads we have to walk are winding, and all the lights that lead us there are blinding. There are many things that I would like to say to you, but I don't know how …
There was someone nearby. Hiding.
Hinata wasn't the best ninja to ever live, but she was good enough to sense that.
It was a vague rustling that could have been mistaken for wind, a chakra – strong – being held back, but the energy was so clearly there.
She stayed still, staring out across the meadow, eyes fixed on the swaying grass as she listened, body tensing.
But her pursuer made his move faster than she expected and arms were suddenly wrapped around her, pinning her own to her sides. She gasped, froze, then smiled, feeling a head nuzzle against her back, a vague purr humming against her. He let her go and she turned, nearly melting at the sight of a smile on her red-headed love's face. "Gaara," she said, her opal eyes softening as she said his name, "don't sneak up on me like that. I don't want to accidentally hurt you."
Gaara chuckled and sat down in the grass, pulling her down with him to sit between his legs. He nuzzled his nose against her neck, taking in her sweet scent. "You can't hurt me," he murmured against her skin.
It was true, no sentiment involved. It was simply true. Gaara of the Desert was a child born of sand, and sand would always protect him.
Except his heart. It was susceptible to being broken – had been many times – but he had decided to put it into Hinata's hands, letting her be guard and protector of it. Ever since, he really hadn't been the same. He was gentler, softer. Because Hinata loved him.
Hinata leaned against his shoulder, turning her head toward his so that her forehead was against his jaw, and closing her eyes. "I sometimes wish I could," she said softly. Gaara's whole body went stiff against her and she opened her eyes, immediately regretting even thinking it, let alone saying it aloud. "Oh, Gaara. I didn't mean it like that. It's just -." She looked away, over the treetops. "You make me feel vulnerable. I'm not strong, I know that. My family doesn't have to tell me; I'm well aware of it. And then you …" She absolutely refused to look at him, choosing to avert her eyes to her lap instead, her hands twiddling together. "You're so strong. I'm nothing compared to you."
There was a silence so complete, Hinata considered running away from him just to get away from the stillness. "I'm sorry, Gaara," she whispered, shifting so that she could climb to her feet.
His arms slipped around her middle, his head against her arm. "Don't leave," he whimpered, pressing his face into her sleeve. "Don't be like everyone else. I know you're not like everyone else."
She gazed down at him, surprised, and moved, and completely overwhelmed. "Oh, Gaara." She stroked his hair and placed a soft kiss against his forehead, on the character that read Love. "I won't leave." She wrapped herself around him, trying to envelop him, to get as close to him as possible. "I love you, remember? I wouldn't walk away. I won't."
He shuddered against her, curling up, his head under her chin. "Don't say 'I love you.'"
She froze, her hands stilling on his head.
She felt his lips curl into a smile against her shoulder. "It'll never sound like you mean it." He shifted so that she was sitting in his lap and he could look into her lovely face, black hair falling to frame it. "Show me instead."
She smiled, gripping his hair, and pulled him into a kiss.
… because maybe you're gonna be the one that saves me and after all, you're my wonderwall.