A dark lone figure stood, waiting, it seemed, on the Hyuuga estate.

Hinata, who was perched on far side of her window sill, wondered who it was. Whoever it was, stood at the far side of the property, partially obscured by the lush foliage. The figure was away from the branch house, and stood near the main house, Hinata's room to be exact. It was long past midnight and she and her team were finally back from their two day mission of delivering a classified scroll.

Not that anyone cared, all the lights were out and everyone was asleep. She wasn't surprised, she just wished someone would leave a light on, or stay awake to see her in.

She wasn't even tired. Insomnia was a daily occurrence for her nowadays.

Hinata wondered if it wasn't Sasuke, who had maybe come there to see her. She quietly creaked open her window and slid out into the cold night air. She watched as the figure swiftly jumped to the roof to join her. She expected to see Sasuke. Instead she was utterly shocked and appalled by who she saw. It wasn't Sasuke but Gaara. But it wasn't just that, it was that he was drenched in blood. He was leaning of the roof level with his arms across his chest, a rancid smile on his face. In the moonlight his hair looked alive, lush and vibrant, about two tones darker than orange. Drops of blood glistened in it like seed pearls.

His eyes burned through her. He wore a sadistic smile as he stared back. A thousand thoughts ran through her head. Ironically the only question to come out of her mouth was the most irrelevant, "Why are you here?"

Gaara's smile widened and he closed his eyes for a moment. "I was waiting for you."

Hinata felt her knees go weak and she felt sweat stinging from it oozed from her skin. All she could think about was whether or not he was there to kill her or worse. He next thought was, where's Sasuke?

In the breeze she could faintly smell vomit and the coppery smell of blood. Immediately she thought she was going to be sick. It repulsed her to see the dried blood stuck to his skin and under his nails. She knew Gaara interested in her, and she was somewhat flattered by that, but she was with Sasuke. Gaara knew that. A shudder ran through her spine when he took a step closer.

Gaara swiftly grabbed both of Hinata's wrists and pulled her closer to him. Hinata tried to get away but his grip was firm. Now Hinata's senses were filled with the sickening smell of blood and vomit. He pushed his lips onto hers. He forced his tongue far into her mouth. Hinata was petrified, she was being kissed by a man she was scared to death of, and her boyfriend wasn't there to protect her. Hinata could feel the still wet blood seep into her shirt, the cold fluid stung her skin. Just the thought of somebody else's blood on her was enough to make her throw up in her mouth.

As they pulled apart she heard him murmur something akin to, "Now you are mine." That was the last thing Hinata heard before everything went black. Gaara felt her soft body go limp against him. "Well, no point in fucking her if she's not even conscious." Gaara whispered to himself and easily picked her up over his shoulder and dropped to the next level balcony, to put her to bed. He silently opened her window and stepped through it and lied her down on her bed. "Oh, how many good times we will have, Hinata. I wish you could have been there, to see the blood and the pain of the Uchiha, you would have loved it."

He felt shiver of excitement run through his spine just thinking about killing. He was sure Hinata would love it as much as he did. "We are going to have so much fun together Hinata." The putrescent grin once again returned to his lips as he ran his finger up and down her jaw line. The Inuzuka was next, he never did like the way the dog boy looked at Hinata, his Hinata.

Oh yes, he and the Inuzuka will have a fine time!

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In case ya'll haven't noticed I'm in the process of editing these chapters. When I finish I'll update. Be patient.