Rock my World

Gaara

Stupid Kiba-kun! Stupid Hanabi! Stupid... well Shino-kun didn't say anything, but I might as well include him in the people that I thought stupid at the moment. Why? Why was it me -the one person who had the least physical strength -the one who they sent to wander in an adventure more grave than that of Frodo or Dorothy put together?

Why was it me the one they sent to the convenience store? Popcorn! They made me sweat like a pig for freaking popcorn! Come on, I knew that it was movie night and all but couldn't they just be happy with rice balls or something like that! I mean why did they have to send me to buy popcorn? Stupid Kiba-kun! Stupid Hanabi! And even Shino-kun, stupid!

I wailed and gasped for air as I finally took the last step out of that hell of a hill.

"There...It... Is..." I wheezed to myself as I walked to the front door.

I heard the jingle of the door as I pushed it. I sighed with annoyance and pushed the door with all the strength that my pathetic arms could muster.

"Come on you stupid door!" I whispered to myself as I buried my heels into the pavement and pushed again.

"Pull," I heard a husky voice say softly behind me.

I pulled.

Had there been a wall much too near me I would have smacked my head against it with all my force because I had just committed the stupidest crime in all humanity: I had pushed instead of pulled. I blushed to myself and looked around to see who the savior of my stupidity was.

I met sea foam green. A soulless gaze of sea foam green. I felt my spine shiver with anxiety as I stared at him. His ruby red hair blazing as he muffled his face against his scarf and turned his eyes away from my gaze.

I don't know what made me realize this but the instant I saw his insecure stance and his glassy eyes I knew.

"Come on today is romantic comedy night," Kiba-kun said as he popped some buttery popcorn into his mouth, "Hinata tell them."

"I thought today was Harry Potter marathon," I said, my mellow tone breaking into a lame imitation of an English accent, "By the way, this is..."

"Nuh uh, today is High School Musical!" Hanabi interrupted as she took away the popcorn from Kiba-kun's hands and handed it to me.

"Gaara...san" I finished to myself.

"Romantic comedy, I want to watch The Notebook!"

"You already saw that movie like a hundred times!" Hanabi said as she took away the DVD that Kiba-kun was holding out expectantly, "and FYI, The Notebook is no comedy!"

"Harry Potter," my false English accent thickened for the worse.

"The Notebook!" Kiba bellowed as he took a handful of popcorn and tossing it at Hanabi.

"You know what, why don't we let Shino choose!" I pointed at Shino-kun, his gray hoodie making sure to obscure his expressionless face.

"Hinata, nice!" Kiba-kun said while he sent me a cheeky thumbs up.

"Shino-ni-chan, tell them!" Hanabi said as she held up a HSM poster, pointing at the in – the – middle – of – jumping – in – the – air – because – where – beautiful Troy and Gabriela.

"..." I doubted that Shino-kun had any interest in watching sappy chick flicks or a Harry Potter marathon that would last like ten consecutive hours or frustrated teens dancing away in high school gyms.

We all looked at him, a shampoo commercial playing in the background.

"..."

We all kept looking at him, a Shake It Up commercial for a new episode full of corny jokes was now on.

"..."

We still kept looking at him. Each taking turns to flash one of the movies that we wanted to watch across his face.

"Oh, come on Shino! You know you're my best buddy!" Kiba-kun said as he pulled him into a one armed hug.

"Shino-kun, Harry Potter!" damn that English accent really wasn't working!

"..." he stood up in that ninja silent way of his, he walked to the DVD player and popped in some random DVD, "..."

We looked at him and then at the movie that had just started, "Transformers," Shino-kun said as he took a handful of popcorn and munched at it silently.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Silence met silence as they finally took notice of the person who had been there since that start.

"Ne, Hinata." Kiba-kun broke the silence, "who is he?"

I looked towards the guy that he was pointing at, Gaara-san, his doll like eyes staring at the screen dully.

"Ah, right that's Gaara-san!" I said.

Gaara-san stood silently and after a few seconds gave a small bow of respect.

"..."

The silence flowed like a river around them as they took turns to look from Gaara-san to me and back to him.

Hanabi then looked at Kiba-kun and they both then looked at me.

"Um..." I uttered as I fidgeted with my 'epic fail.' T-shirt. I was starting to break from the looks of pure confusion being stabbed at me.

Gaara-san seemed to notice this because he stood up silently, "I can leave."

"Ah! Gaara-san!"

Kiba-kun covered my mouth and whispered in my ear, "Hinata can you please shut up!"

Gaara-san then passed his hand through his hair softly, his 'love' tattoo dark against his forehead.

"But Kiba-kun..."

Gaara-san looked at me and then at then at the door.

"Well, then goodbye," he said with another bow as he reached towards the doorknob.

He was leaving.

I stared at his wide back and at his lanky body as he moved farther away. I don't know what it was that possessed me but I felt my senses come to a halt and my reasoning failed to hit me.

"Wait! Gaara-san, wait!" I stretched out my hand as Kiba-kun pinched me and gave me a shut – up look.

"Hinata..." I heard the monotone voice of Shino-kun whisper behind me, damn I hated it when Shino-kun did this, and he knew I hated it when he called my name like that, because for me it felt like a scolding worse than that of otou-sama.

"But..." I said, my voice weakening.

Gaara-san turned and looked at me, with those hypnotizing sea foam green eyes, and a small hinge of fright passed for a moment through his eyes, reflecting itself in his marble like eyes that shone. I knew it from the moment I saw him that he was broken. Like a doll that had been thrown away, broken to the core. I also knew that whatever force that had brought us together was no coincidence. I knew that he was...

"But, he is my soul mate."

"Ah..." I felt the familiar ticklish sensation on my nose, "Ah..." I raised my head instinctively, how I hated allergies "Ah...!"

"Bless you!" Naruto bellowed from the other end of the room as he gave a tiny pull of his guitar string energetically.

Damn I hated him. Couldn't he ever understand that you are supposed to say 'bless you' after the person sneezes? You know why you idiot, it's because when you are about to sneeze and they say 'bless you' beforehand that person will no longer feel like they need to sneeze, and guess what! I hate that!

I glared, "ass."

He gave me a quizzical look that seemed way too smart for him and returned to tuning his 'Nancy'

"Ne~ have you heard from Hinata-chan?" he said, his focus mainly on the sound of the A string.

I led the chords that I was playing collapse into war as I felt anger rush into me. I hadn't heard from her since the concert.

"No," I responded sincerely.

"Oh..." as all that Naruto said as he switched to tuning a different guitar, 'Miku-chan'

Damn I sometimes hated that girl, I hated her! But not really. I mean who could hate her! But damn I hate her! Yet again I don't! I leave aside the sheet music that I had been working on and collapse into a grumpy bag of 'emo-ness' – and, yes I know that isn't a word but I was so famous that I could make it one – and sighed.

Sakura was browsing some random online shopping page. Her eyes shining as she saw a K-On! guitar strap. She then turned and looked at me and my emo-ness with discerning pity in her leaf green eyes. She pouted and then turned to look at her laptop once again.

Shikamaru was watching some re-run of 'That 70's Show' and grimacing to himself about how troublesome all it all was. Of all of the band members, he was the one I knew would never even bother to worry for my wellbeing and for that I was thankful.

Sakura once again looked at me, her school uniform was still on and her hands where now lazily playing some notes on her bass. Her brows where wrinkled worrisome and her lips where twisting into an unattractive pout. I closed my eyes to listen to her easygoing tune. Nice and calming. I had always loved the way Sakura played the bass and perhaps that was the only reason for which I had let Naruto bring her into the band, considering that at the time she had an 'undying' love for me and that she was pretty much the most annoying girl in this infinitely big and infinitely small universe. My opinion about her didn't change fast, but when I listened to her playing I kinda' liked her. Kinda'.

I hummed along with her bass. The tune came to a halt unceremoniously. I sat up straight and found her looking at me; she was biting into her pink locks of hair nervously. Pink, I still couldn't believe that was her natural hair color.

"Um... Sasuke, w-would you..." she started.

I looked at her as she fiddled with the thick chords of her bass.

"Well, I have a friend that goes to the same school as Hinata-san and she," she licked her lips anxiously. Could I really put a person so nervous?

"Well she kind of told me where she lives."

"Yes!" was what my heart said.

"Don't bother," was what my mind said.

Naruto then looked up at me once again (he was now in the middle of tuning Chie-sama) and he smiled, one of those weird smiled that only Naruto could pull off without looking plain creepy.

"Let's go!" he said enthusiastically.

"Yes please!" was what my heart said.

"You go," was what my mind said.

Why was I saying this? Please Naruto I beg you, take me by force if you need to, because I don't know what is wrong with my brain today.

"Very well then," Naruto grinned, "I will take you by force!"

"Thank you Naruto! Did I ever tell you how much I love you," my heart bellowed, smiling like crazy.

"No," my lips echoed.

Naruto set Chie-sama – a white guitar with crappy anime eyes pasted on – aside and bellowed , "Sakura hold him," Sakura did as told and took hold of my arms behind my back.

"Shikamaru, hand me that duct tape," Naruto stretched his hand as Shikamaru handed him the duct tape that had mere seconds ago been resting alongside all the One Piece volumes that Naruto had bought the last time we had a chance to go to a bookstore (they had to close it especially for us though).

"Ne~! Gaara-ni-chan, what would you like to drink? Oolong tea or Green tea?" Hanabi yelled as she dug her nose into the fridge and fetched a few cans of whatever she could grab.

"Ah... Green tea is good," he said softly.

Seriously, it just took free pocky and pizza from Gaara-san's part for everyone to instantly love him.

"Here ya' go," Hanabi said as she handed him the cold drink and sat next to him and Kiba-kun.

"Thank you," he responded as he gracefully opened it and took a small sip.

Kiba-kun turned to look at him and stretched to take some chips from the bag next to him, " So, what school do you go to?" he asked him, the caution that he had had before the pizza completely vanishing.

"Suna District High School," he said gently.

"Eh, really! But isn't that like a really expensive school?" he roared as he lifted his arms in the air dramatically.

"My father is the Principle," he explained shortly.

Hanabi gazed at both of them with glittery eyes full of adoration, "Gaara-ni-sama, do you like CHIDORI?" she asked as she smiled expectantly, already rummaging her school bag to take out the new CD that she had recently bought.

"I..." he started, Hanabi and Kiba-kun leaning forward to hear his soft voice better, "hate them more than anything."

Hanabi in the middle of taking out the CD from her bag pushed it aside and said, "Is that so..."

He hated CHIDORI? Why? I mean they were freaking good and they were pretty popular. So much in fact that I had never known of a person that had at least a hint of dislike towards them. But Gaara-san said it straightforwardly that he didn't like them. Hated them even. But why?

"Y-you don't like there music?" I asked timidly.

He took a small nibble of pocky and smiled faintly, "I don't like them."

I gave a feeble, unconvincing laugh, " Ha, Gaara-san talks as f he knows them."

He licked the chocolate pocky once again and after a long sip of tea he said, "I do."

He knew them? How? From where did he know them? I peaked at him from in between my long bangs and tugged at my t-shirt nervously.

Kiba-kun looked at me uneasily and I in return furrowed my eyebrows and pouted slightly.

"Um..." Hanabi started as an embarrassed blush spreading like dust over her round cheeks, "Gaara-ni-san..."

Gaara-san swiftly turned to look at her and as he smiled delicately he asked, "Yes?"

"H-How is it that you know CHIDORI?" Hanabi questioned. We all stared in silence, I biting my lip, Kiba-kun incessantly munching on BBQ tasted chips (he probably got them from Choji-san) and Shino-kun looking at the movie, and he was probably the only one doing so. But I knew that he was secretly listening to very single word we said.

"I open for them in there concerts..."

"Oh..." the three of us said in unison. I looked calm, but this was only a freaky facade that I put on times like this.

But seriously! What. The. Hell. He opened for them! I mean, what did he open for them? Could it be that he opened for them, as in he opened the concert. With music. He played before them. Like a kind of preparation for what's coming, or something like that. He opened for them. But if he did that, then that would mean that he also was part of a band.

"Um... Gaara-san when you say open," I bit my lips as I took a small breath of air, "does it mean that you play music... before them?"

"Yes."

Kiba-kun looked at him for a moment, he stopped eating and set the big bag of chips aside, "So you are that guy that Choji was talking about..." this was a weird statement.

"I don't know," Gaara-san said.

"The guy from SABAKU!" Kiba-kun smiled, "Hinata, he's the one that sings in SABAKU!"

"Yes?" I was getting a bit confused.

"You know the band that we missed when we went to that concert!" he pointed at Gaara-san.

Then I remembered: we had arrived a bit late. In fact, the opening band –some band named SABAKU –had already made their performance by the time we arrived. SABAKU! I remembered, they were a small band that had just formed and had gotten a lucky chance of opening for CHIDORI, or at least that was what Choji-san had said when he had lent me there CD.

They were good! I remember I had heard there CD like three times straight.

"Yes I know!" Gaara-san's face lit up for a moment, "I especially liked your song 'Puppet Crow.' " I said as I recalled the wonderful vocals displayed in that song.

Gaara-san looked excited, but not the cute type of excitement, more like the excitement that you feel embarrassed of showing so you end up looking scary.

He coughed and mumbled a small thank you.

"Well I think I have to leave for now," he said as he stood up and tightened his striped scarf around his neck.

"Ah, yes," I stood up as well. After that Hanabi and Kiba-kun stood also. Shino-kun was still immersed in watching the movie, this time I think he really was watching it.

"Thank you," Gaara-san said as he bowed politely.

He opened the door and took a small step towards the door but a small grumpy scowl came from below.

We all turned our gazes away from Gaara-san and his incredibly nice physique to look at the ground, where a big duct-taped lump was. I recognized his inky black hair and his ever so glaring eyes from in between the shiny duct tape.

"Um... Sasuke-san?" I whispered.

Gaara-san looked at him and he in return – in and odd way – glared back. Gaara-san looked at him directly in the eye and in that instant I saw a hint of recognition past through his glassy eyes. The next moment he kicked him.

"Ah!" the surprise hit me fast and swift, like a truck hitting a deer.

He looked back and looked at us, "trash," he said as he kicked Sasuke-san once again. He then left us looking like idiots from a manga, with big hollow, donut shaped eyes.

I came back to my senses when both Kiba-kun and Hanabi tugged at my sleeves, as they both took small steps to hide behind my slender body.

"It's Sasuke-san!" I yelled as I pinched both of them weakly and thundered a big, fat "WIMP," in Kiba-kun's direction.

But then yet another confusion to entertain my mind with arrived, why was Sasuke-san curled up into a useless ball of duct tape on my apartment doorstep?

A/N: Wow! Its been a LONG time since my last update and for that I am truly sorry. It's just that with this chapter I had some dificulty getting past the convenience store moment, which wasn't even good. But it wasn't all my fault, because lets just say that I lost the privilege of using internet for a while due to laziness and my unwillingness to clean my room. Yes, I am a hoarder.

Well anyways, I felt like i finally had to introduce Gaara in this chapter even though I had been planing to introduce him in a very different setting back in the last chapter, but I felt that if I did then it would be over doing it. You know, too many things would be happening at once. So here he is and i hope you love him as much as I do. He is a very weird character in this story and I hope you will understand that later on in the story.

Again, sorry for taking so long, but worry not because I am already halfway done with the next chapter and it could be up in less than a week. Anyways, thanks for reading,

out!