Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Please review. This is a bit rushed. I start school again tomorrow and I wanted to update my stories (ShikaHina, KakaHina, IruHina,) before I have to start rolling out of bed for 5 something in the morning to catch a bus and then spend an hour or so on said bus. Freshman year this year. This sucks.

Sasuke ran a hand through his hair, irritated. He had tried to find Hinata this morning to no avail. She was not attending classes and was not at the nurse's office. He had tried her dorm room, but no one answered. He had pounded the door enough.

Sasuke blinked. When had he gotten so attached to this Hyuuga girl anyway? Probably when he found out she would be his. Anything deemed as his, he would over-protectively take care of. Hinata was one of his possessions so was it so surprising that he actually cared?

The answer is yes, people, it was surprising.

"Gaara."

"Yes."

"You can't keep her."

"Why not?"

"Let me see: YOU FRIGGIGN KIDNAPPED HER FOR THE SECOND TIME AND SHE IS ENGAGED TO GET MARRIED!!!! MAYBE THAT'S WHY!"

Damn I forgot how loud she screams. "She came here voluntarily."

"Pfft. Yah right. Then why is she currently hiding in your room, pretending to be asleep?"

"She's avoiding you ."

"Bull. Tell me the truth you warped little teenage hormone ridden idiot."

Gaara was wondering why he was cursed with such a loud and crude sister, when he heard someone behind me. Hinata stumbled into the kitchen, where Temari was seated at the table and Gaara was leaning on the stove. Hinata was rubbing her eyes, ridding them of sleepiness. She stumbled into the kitchen and Gaara caught her as she fell, his arms around her waist. She blushed and tugged so she freed herself.

Temari's eyes softened. She knew Gaara had been in love with Hinata for quite a while. She was his light, in his land of darkness. She was his princess in his land of fairytales. She was everything to the red head. Temari had watched them grow up together and prayed that they never grew apart. Hinata was what kept Gaara going. Temari didn't want to know what would happen without Hinata around.

"I need to go back to school," Hinata announced. She was gripping the counter so hard her knuckles were white.

"No," Gaara said. "You will stay here with me and be happy like you said. You're not leaving me for him."

Hinata froze. In her mind she berated herself for ever even letting Gaara in. She sighed and rubbed her temples, noting that Temari had slipped out, leaving the two alone.

"I'm sorry," Hinata said, trying not to fidget. He saw through it and walked closer to her. She backed away, not trusting him at the moment. However he backed her into a corner and trapped her there, his arms blocking her escape. She blushed and tried to push past him, but he managed to push her back with his shoulder.

"I love you," he murmured, his voice even lower than normal, blowing against her ear. She backed up more, slightly afraid, and shook her head, whipping her hair into his face. Gently he picked some of the strands and lifted them to his nose, inhaling her sweet scent, not caring if anyone saw.

"D-don't say that," Hinata spoke, her voice trembling.

"When are you going to live your life for you, Hinata," Gaara told her, moving yet closer.

"Please don't do this," she whimpered.

Gaara reached out and grasped her flaring face with his hands. She was so soft and he loved it. He rubbed his thumb in circles along her jaw and leaned forward, his lips touching hers.

Unlike the kiss with Naruto, Hinata didn't feel the need to vomit and wipe her face till it bled. She found that the harshness that Gaara was applying was nice, and she felt herself drop her guard and start kissing back with just as much passion. Enthused, Gaara traced her lips with his tongue, begging to be let in. Surprised, she gasped and he took the opportunity to dart his tongue in. He wrestled with her tongue and won, overpowering her. Then he pulled back slowly, his forehead resting against hers. Hinata's face was bright red, and she was panting slightly.

"You enjoyed it," Gaara whispered, stroking her face again. He allowed a bit of male pride to seep in. He might not have been her first kiss, since she had told him about the blonde, but he knew that she loved the feeling he had given her and that made him see himself as her first enjoyable kiss.

"I…Gaara…"

"Don't," he said, stopping the stroking of her face, and instead put a finger to her lips.

"I wasn't going to say anything bad," she defended herself. "I was going to say that I never answered your question before you kidnapped me."

"Gaara…I…"