Gaara and Hinata continued their trek towards Gaara's hotel. Gaara gave a sideways glance to Hinata and noticed her limping. His sand lifted her up to float aside him.
"You're holding us up. It's just a broken leg, stop being so pathetic. I bet you could walk and you just want people to feel bad for you."
He scoffed and kept walking. Hinata didn't like the feel of sand chafing against her skin but she had no choice. The whole walk home Shukaku was raging inside Gaara.
'What exactly are you planning here, boy? I want her blood but you seem to protect her. Do you really think she cares about you? SHE DOESN'T! Just like…your mother…your uncle…your siblings...everyone on this miserable planet hates you! Why do you want to keep her?'
'I have my reasons. She will be a fun plaything. A little slave. If she tries to run away then we can kill her. For now...she is ours. Besides if she stays alive we can take a little blood each day.'
Gaara didn't mention that he thought Hinata might just hold the key to the love he only used for himself, if he even understood what it was and he didn't mention that he thought she could teach him these principals…whether she liked it or not. Still, Shukaku laughed menacingly, a slight purr of satisfaction came from his throat.
'Very good boy. I love the way your twisted mind works. Very well, she will be our...as you call it, "play thing'''
"W-W-Where are w-we g-g-oing Gaara-sa-an-s-shi?"
"Hn? You're coming home with me."
"K-Kahyah! G-G-Gaara I-I-I-I…"
"CEASE YOUR INFERNAL STUTTERING! YOU ARE NOT TO SPEAK UNTIL IT IS CONTROLLED!"
Hinata closed her mouth and blushed lightly. Her family had called her the worst mistake in the history of Hyuga's because of her shy, timid, gentle nature and constant stuttering. Maybe she should be loud, out there and confident like Sakura…then maybe Naruto would notice her and like her more than a friend?
"H-Hai G-Gaara-San-Shii! Its j-j-ust I-I-"
He gave her a heartless, malevolent glare that told her to just shut up until she could solve her stuttering problem. Thing was, she wanted to keep talking to Gaara but her shy stuttering got in the way and this Gaara wasn't the Gaara she knew…He had been completely raped by this demon inside him. Gaara sifted his sand from under Hinata and made her walk again.
"If you keep walking your leg will get stronger and resist the pain…soon all pain will numb."
Hinata nodded in affirmation and limped next to Gaara as fast as she could without further injuring her leg. She could become numb to pain…like Neji and strong like her sister. They got to a hotel where they both attracted a lot of attention. The lady at the front desk kind of looked like Ten-Ten.
"Oh my! Are you okay ma'am? You look like you're limping."
Gaara cast her a deadly glance. "She's fine. Aren't you Hinata?"
"H-Hai G-g-gaara-san-shii!"
Thankfully they used the elevator to go to the top floor where they had a very nice room that had yellow walls, floral print curtains, white and brown sheets, fluffed up pillows with tassels and a white rug with flowers. In the room was Temari and Kankuro, eating some takeout. They turned slowly to see not just their brother but a familiar face. They knew it was her anyone would for even though she carried the distinct hair and eyes of a Hyuga her facial construction and hairstyle were too similar to pass by and say she was someone else.
"Hinata? That you? Whoa it's been a good few years. What are you doing here?"
"G-Gaara b-b-rought me."
All eyes were on Gaara. Their little brother brought home a girl? Impossible! There must be something wrong, they both thought.
Kankuro got up and ruffled Hinata's hair.
"Heya squirt! You've grown! Look how cute you've gotten."
Hinata blushed terribly red then looked away. She heard a slight animalistic growl from Gaara.
"Don't touch her."
Kankuro slowly took his hand from Hinata to his pocket.
"Well…um…Why are you here, Hn?"
"G-G-Gaara…"
"What does it matter? She's here now and she's staying."
"For how long?" This was Temari asking, standing up near the dinner table.
"As long as I want her to. Now leave us be. Come Hinata."
"H-Hai G-g-gaara-s-s-an-sh-shi…b-b-ut c-can I eat first…?"
Gaara looked back at her menacingly then to his siblings.
"Feed her but I expect her to be well fed and back in my possession when I call for her. Understood?"
They shuddered internally but nodded. His deathly stare was shooting daggers into their cores. He stalked away to his room with a heavy aura of evil around him and the scent of death and blood lingering on his skin and in his sand.
"Well Hinata we did order some food for Gaara but it seems he'll be skipping dinner…again. So you can have it."
"A-Arigato T-Temari-san-shii!"
"What did we tell you last time about the formalities, hn? Don't call me that. I'm just Temari and I don't wanna hear otherwise."
"B-But…"
"NO BUTS! The only buts around here is the ass kissing we do for our little brother. "
"I'm gunna laugh when he hears you and tears your arms off."
"Wh-what happened to G-G-Gaara h-he seems so…"
"Demonic? Evil? Murderous?"
"Coldhearted? Black hearted? No hearted?"
"Uh…w-well….w-why?"
"It's a long story I guess but do you know about Gaara's demon?"
Hinata sat down and began to slowly eat her food. It tasted delicious not like any take out, two-bit, fake Chinese, grease trap food she ever had. This was cuisine. Gaara's family must be loaded.
"Y-Y-Yeah I Heard s-s-s-omebody t-talk about it."
"Well basically it's all his fault. Messed with his mind you know. But you didn't hear it from us okay?"
Hinata looked up at Kankuro and smiled lightly then nodded. She felt like Gaara was staring at her right now or like he knew what was happening anyways. Hopefully he wouldn't be mad…hopefully. After finishing eating only a little bit she decided to sit there and rest until Gaara called for her.
"T-T-Thank you for d-d-inner Kankuro and Temari s-s-an…I mean…s-s-sorry."
"You know…you stutter a lot."
"H-H-hai…I Know Kankuro…G-Gaara hates it."
"What else is new? He hates everything cute."
Again Hinata turned pinkish red and buried her face in her arms. It wasn't everyday somebody called her cute especially not anymore.
"Look at her blush! Kawaii!"
Suddenly a bellow, like a beast, boomed from Gaara's room.
"HINAATAAA!"
"I'd hate to be you…"
Hinata nodded and limped away. They all saw her limp but what could they do? Kankuro felt bad for the girl.
"I heard that Gaara actually got hit at the exams."
"What? You're kidding me! How could he get hit at all?"
"This guy Rock Lee was able to penetrate the sand shield."
"How…what…who? Well…Okay then. That's news to me. So what are we gunna do about this Hinata girl?"
"Well looks like she'll be staying for a while. We'll just have to wait and see. But I can already tell we are gunna be doing a hell of a lot of work…especially to keep this on the low."
"Yeah…her family will be looking for her," Temari sighed. "Oh well…"
Temari grabbed a can of soda out of the fridge and drank it down. She looked outside as she imagined a scene from an American movie she watched. A giant Shukaku formed Gaara raging the town of Konoha, Konoha in flames, blood raining from the sky and in the Shukaku's claws a limp Hinata. Hinata opened the door to Gaara's room and found him sitting in a chair, drumming his fingers impatiently on the edge. A dark shadow of malice passed his face and a twinkle of blood thirsty evil was in his eyes.
"You're late."
"I-I-I w-w-went a-as f-fast a-a…"
"SILENCE THAT INFERNAL STAMMERING!"
His sand whipped out and lashed her across the face sending her to the floor. She started coughing up blood which aroused Gaara to no end. That delicious blood coming out of her mouth…if that was the source as of prior then; peradventure he might explore sed area. He roughly grabbed the side of her jaw and lifted her up. He smirked at her lips, which were stained the color red. Like a geisha. Like a little porcelain doll. He licked her lips then bit them roughly then sent her flying back down to the ground.
"Your skin reeks of sweat and dirt. TEMARI!"
Temari entered the room with a heavy sigh. She was obviously getting ready for bed with her toothbrush in hand and pajamas on, her hair was wild and out.
"Hai Gaara-oni-san?"
"Take her to get a bath she reeks and scrub her down. Then get her some clean clothes and have her back her when I call her…or else you know the consequences."
Temari put her hand on her hip and sighed. She picked up Hinata and carried her to the bathroom.
"Take off your clothes."
"W-W-W-HAT!?"
Temari shook her head in dismay then pinched the bridge of her nose. She took one look at the tomato-faced Hinata and snickered. She began to pull off the clothing of the trembling girl. This girl was hiding a very nice form underneath her clothes and for a girl at thirteen she was already developing curves and had medium sized breast. Temari placed the young, china doll girl in the tub that she had filled with warm water. She began first with washing the girls matted hair that was dirty and smelled of sweat.
"Sorry about the discomfort but we both have no choice in this. But hey, I always wanted a little sister!"
She scrubbed the shampoo through the indigo hair then conditioned it. While the conditioner sat there for a while she gently scrubbed Hinata's body.
"Sorry about the little brother…I see he hasn't been too gentle on you. I figured as much. I will try healing you up before sending you back into his…lair."
After Hinata's body smelled fine and was clean, Temari washed her hair then towel dried the little Hyuga. Temari left to find some clothes for the girl but Hinata felt uneasy being left alone. She felt someone was watching her. Indeed it was true. Gaara created an eye from his sand and was watching Hinata and found himself in a curious predicament. His pants had tightened and he had no clue why. He huffed in aggravation as his heart beat faster than he could imagine. His eyes engulfing the image of the naked form of Hinata sitting there. He noticed her slender legs, her small curves, those lovely round… what were they called again? Whatever they were they were beautiful. She looked positively soft like a fresh new sheet, like a bunny, like driven snow. This sudden hardness was uncomfortable and he knew the source but yet he did not tear his eyes away from it.
'Look at her boy, look at that skin. I bet it's softer than you can ever imagine. Imagine piercing in and tasting that rich sweet blood, pouring in our mouths. Just a bite…she wouldn't mind. Isn't she our little plaything? If she disobeys we kill her.'
Gaara was salivating at the thought. He could still taste the blood that he licked off her lips. Those lips were cold and soft against his wet tongue. Sweet, savory, warm blood. He licked his lips. Suddenly Temari appeared in his line of vision and he decided not to watch Hinata anymore. Temari dressed Hinata in a pair of pajamas she really didn't like anymore. They were pink with little bunnies and flowers on them and came with bunny slippers.
"A-a-a-arigato Te-te-mari!"
"No problem nii-chan."
Hinata blushed lightly and smiled. She liked Temari and Kankuro; they were always so kind to her in their own ways but Gaara…She wished he was kinder and not so violent and demanding. She touched her lips and remembered how Gaara licked and bit them. She wanted Naruto to be her first kiss but would Naruto ever want her? Gaara had pecked her long ago but it didn't matter she wanted a real kiss with a boy not a child. She blushed ever so lightly then limped back to Gaara's room.
He was leaning up against a wall, still dressed with his gourd on. His look was daunting and haunting at the same time. He gestured to the bed and she crawled in it. He pulled up the covers over her then tilted her head one way, exposing her neck.
With force he bit into her neck. Hinata gasped in pain, her body arched and salty tears stung her eyes. His extremely sharp teeth pierced into her supple, pale flesh until it bled. At first it hurt like hell, feeling like two knives cutting holes into her neck but then the pain numbed and her gasps and cries turned to soft moans. She could hear Gaara's animalistic growls and noisy sucking at her neck, drawing in her blood, her life essence, the very thing that tainted the Hyuga name.
Gaara finally let go after letting his wide, wet tongue languidly stroke over the holes he had made into her flesh. Her blood was even sweeter and richer when it was from her beating, breathing body, but here he was in this predicament again where the part of him that separated male from female stood at attention. He decided to ask Kankuro tomorrow but leave it for tonight. He looked over at Hinata who was breathing peacefully.
'She sleeps like angels die,' he thought to himself.
She wasn't sleeping she was just sitting there, in shock. She was also looking at the moon. The moon reminded her of her clan's eyes. She wondered if they were looking for her…if they even missed her. In her heart she felt like they didn't even care. Maybe it was best she stayed here. Even though Gaara was violent at times she could see parts of the child he was in his eyes he just had to let that demon not control him and even though she was being beat up, she was being noticed and needed and Temari and Kankuro were more like family than her real family was. These were her last thoughts as she drifted off to sleep. An angel in the den of a demon.