Here's chapter 13!!

Sorry if it took time /

well, it is chapter 13...the evil 13...of doom...

Yeah,

so..

Here it is

Gaara and Hinata have been walking for a while now, and Hinata's feet started to hurt like hell because of her super special shoes ( I'm sorry, I don't know what they're called ; ) and they decided to sit on a bench so that she could rest her feet. Though Gaara wanted her to walk more until she couldn't even lay a feather on her foot so she'd have no choice but to be carried by him until the festival,but he couldn't watch her suffer.

He looked at her as the morning sun shone on her beautiful frame, sitting next to him, observing the pretty butterflies flying and playing around the flowers. She was amused on how they looked so happy together. Gaara loved just how the way Hinata could be happy just by seeing small stuff like that. She was really pure hearted and she was unique.

Whit his special advanced ears, he could hear an ice-cream stand not far away from them. He asked her to stay there until he came back, and she did so. After a few minutes, he came back whit 2 ice-cream cones, one vanilla flavored and one butterscotch. "Which one do you want?" Gaara asked as he showed the two cones that were hidden behind his back.

Hinata looked at he cones whit wide eyes. It had been a long time since she last ate something cold like that ( 1 week for her is a long time, k ). Still gazed in the ice-cream astonished, she took the butterscotch one and held it whit her two hands, her sight never leaving her cone. She looked up to meet his gaze and said, still in an awe, " I-Is this really for me? But, how did you buy it, I-I thought you put your wallet in my purse?" She asked. ignoring the leaking cream dripping down her hands. "Well...I have a... secret pocket...in...my...sock!" He stammered, it was obvious he was lying. "A pocket in your sock?" Hinata asked. His little white lie was even obvious to Hinata, but she let it pass this time, like pretty much every other time Gaara seemed a bit weird.

This was one of her personality her and her cousin Neji shared; they were passive. Thinking about Neji, she remembered when she had to clean his room and 'accidentally' fell on his journal. She opened a random page and which had been the one where he revealed his crush. It was Tenten. She knew there were someone in this little heart of his that he cared for.

Hinata came back to reality when she felt something dripping on her lap. Her ice cream! She had forgotten about it even though her hands were freezing to the cone's touch. She opened her mouth to gasp but no breath was heard, and she jumped up to try to wipe away the creamy stain on her pretty light purple kimono. She opened her purse and took out a handkerchief and licked a corner to wash away the stain but her light pink lipstick stained her white cloth that had her name sewed on it. It was a gift her mother gave her before she died. True, it had been stained a lot through the years, but every time it had something hard to scrub away, she would pass a hole day to wash it off, until just last week, when Temari told her a way to take out any stain on any cloth whit only milk. So she wasn't that much saddened but it still broke her heart, like every other time it was spoiled.

Gaara felt so useless that moment, seeing her taking care of herself, he had no other choice ."I can hold it if you want" Gaara said as he pointed to the cone in meaning of 'let me hold your cone while you re-prepare yourself' and she lent her ice-cream to him. Gaara had now two cones, one in each hands. He didn't like holding food whit both hands; it made him look like a pig so he had a brilliant idea to 'sneeze' and 'accidentally' drop his vanilla perfumed ice-cream. "ATCHOO!!" Gaara 'sneezed' and dropped his con on the ground, which local ants quickly made their way to and brought it back to their sand castle. Hinata looked at Gaara whit compassion as she said 'bless you', compassion for the fact he lost his ice-cream and that the ants will now have a brain freeze. Usually, Gaara dislikes it when people say 'bless you' instead of 'god bless you', to him, it's like if their claiming their selves as god. But right now, it didn't bother him at all. She was already his goddess. He unconsciously

Gaara smiled in his daze as Hinata leaned closer to touch his forehead, just to make sure he didn't catch a cold. Her touch was so soft but her hand was awfully cold. He put Hinata's cone between his legs so it could be held up straight and then he held her right hand, the one that was on his forehead, whit his left hand and grabbed her other hand that laid on her lap whit his other hand and held them together, all cupped up in his bigger hands. She looked at him whit a stunned expression, she had no idea why he was doing this. Hinata raised an eye brow as her motif of inquiry and Gaara only smiled again and blew his warm breath on her hands. Feeling the warm aura made her calm down and she felt comfortable.

"Your hands are shaking cold...these hands are made to hold..." Gaara stated as he held them tighter in his grasp, but not enough to hurt her, and looked straight in her eyes at the second part. Hinata blushed as his husky voice rubbed off on her hands, she almost melted down, but she built up some confidence through out the months whit the thorough help of the sand sibs.

"Ah..." was all Hinata could say in this situation but she gently and slowly broke up their hand contact as she remembered that they would be late if they stayed like this and then she looked down back at her lap. But from Gaara's eyes to her lap, her sight fell on his lap and she saw that her cone, the one that Gaara volunteered to hold, was melting on his lap this time. Gaara then looked at where hinata was looking and he made a silent gasp, just like the one Hinata made, and got up and rubbed off the cream of the ice off his rented kimono. He rubbed it off not because it was his father's, but 'cause he wanted to look presentable for Hinata's sake. If Temari wouldn't be whit him, he would easily pass a whole week whit out bathing but thanks to said sister, he bathed every morning ever since his sister told him the girls don't like smelly boys. "We should get going now...if you please..." Hinata said as she got up and looked at him whit a pleading expression, which took him out of his thoughts. Gaara simply nudged as his reply and they both went on their way.

After a few minutes of walk, they finally arrived to the paying booth at the entrance of the fair. It had a huge iron gate around it, so they could only see the booth for now. They approached the booth casually and while they walked, Gaara nudged Hinata to tell her to hold his right arm, and that's what they did to seem like a couple. They walked closer and saw an old man whit white hair and red lines under his eyes that went to the end of his jaw line. They peeked at the name tag that the guy was wearing, his name was Jirayia.

"Hello, M. Jirayia sir," Gaara said to catch this man's attention " I would like to get two tickets, for my darling and I" He said and pointed his Hinata darling that was grasping his arm stronger since she was shied out of her wits, ready to faint any time and firmly closing her eyes and of course, face as red as Gaara's hair. Gaara looked at her and had a tiny blush and said "Don't worry... she's shy". Jirayia looked at her, then back at him and said "Aww...you're the cutest couple I've ever seen so far...all of the peoples around are now mostly...like ' Yo! Yo! Fuck, fuck!' while both of you are just so...innocent!!" Jirayia shouted out of nowhere, making both of them blink simultaneously in surprise because it scared the life out of them whit his choice of words. Even though it was really precise and brief, Gaara and Hinata looked at each so they wouldn't have to look back at the old man in the booth. He spun on his twist-able chair and gave them his back, only nudging here and there.

Gaara cleared his throat to bring back the man's attention and it worked. Jirayia turned around and said: "I'm really sorry for this, it's just that I'm the author of the big hit book 'come come paradise' and you two were the perfect replica of the main couple of my story!! You have inspired my soul to no end!! And as token of my gratitude, I shall pay for your ticket." He said whit a smile as he took out the tickets from the ticket holder. Gaara and Hinata looked at each other whit a gasping mouth and looked in the eye. Just one ticket was enough to cut a week's salary in half.

But as Gaara went to grab the tickets from this man's grasp, Jirayia added "But, to not pay the taxes of the tickets..." Whit a little sparkle in the eye and a pervy smile making place on his wrinkled face. Hinata and Gaara gulped audibly, wide eyes and Hinata held her grasp tighter on Gaara's sleeve, almost entirely pressing her body against his. "...you have to..." His voice continued, lower than a whisper. "...kiss..." only the slivering s sound was the only thing they could hear, but whit the slight blush on Jirayia's cheeks confirmed his answer's possibility. Hinata looked at this man, unbelieving, she now hated this man while Gaara, from deep within him, thanked that man for this ingenious plan. Jirayia sat back on his chair and wait for the outcome, taking a notebook and paper out, obviously taking notes for his love novel.

Gaara looked down to face Hinata, who's face was hidden in his sleeve, then made a quick glance on the apparently empty line of crowd that were supposed to populate the waiting line. He then looked back at the old man and whit a slight blush, he said a small 'thank you' and averted his gaze back to Hinata. He pushed her a bit to then firmly hold her in his arms. Hinata, face as red as ever, looked at him whit an disbelieving expression. "Hinata..." Gaara whispered as he brought a hand to caress her face whit the back of his hand, afraid to hurt her. She looked up to lock her gaze whit his. She saw in his eyes that he was the Gaara she knows and not the other side of him. It reassured her a bit but still made her shiver, but the unexpected ,yet obvious, reaction came forth, just as their face were a few centimeters to each other, she fainted just there, in his arms, head hanging loosely on her side. Gaara sweat dropped and sighed. He looked back at the man who only nudged whit an understanding smile and gave them the tickets anyways.

He took the tickets whit one hand while he held the unconscious Hinata whit his other arm. He inserted the tickets in Hinata's purse, that were shared by both but was held by her since it's more feminine, and shifted her bridal style then walked near the huge double doors that was closed up tight. Jirayia pressed a button and the doors opened slowly due to its big weight. Gaara took a step in and was amazed at the interior. It was almost as big as a small town! It resembled like an ancient style Chinese festival, whit all the lanterns not yet lit up and the gorgeous ornaments. He wouldn't be surprised if there would be a giant dragon whit mens inside it to make it move. But, what questioned it's ancientness, were the multiple fairs, like the big wheel, roller coasters, game booths, spinning tea cups and all these things. He wondered how they had time to instal all this. Especially the roller coasters. Usually, in a permanent fair, it takes month to just build one, but there were 2 of them, and the festival moved in just last week. 'Things are better left unknown' was Gaara's only logical explanation.

He walked forth and turned on the right, and as it seemed, it was a small town. The street name's were still visible and there was even a police station near the center. But the symbol on the big monument rang a bell. He know he has seen it somewhere. But he decided not to trouble his mind on this and think about the fun time he'll have whit Hinata today. Especially whit the fact that Shukaku won't interfere today. But something was fishy, and it wasn't because there was a fish catching booth that was close to them that smelled. He looked back at Hinata and decided to pose her on a bench, under a tree. But it strangely seemed like the one they sat on earlier that day. After sitting the little body on the wooded support, he sat next to her and looked at the ski to see what time it was. He was able to tell time whit the sun; his father forced hm and his siblings to join the scout. But what really ticked him was why there were 'scouts' in the desert. That was one of his country's stupidity. Even though he does like his native land, he hated the decisions his father took for the village. He was really glad that he didn't inherited this part from his dad, though, poor Kankuro, he had the curse to even look like their father. He then realized that he isn't really that stupid to wear face paint all the time.

He heard a small yawn as he saw that Hinata got up. He smiled at her, she looked so cute while she rubbed her eyes whit her wrists and displaying a small pout. "Ready to live the time of your life Hinata...darling?" He said , hesitating to say that last part, but it seemed so natural when he said it. Gaara now knew that he would be comfortable if he would ever be married to her. Hinata looked at him for a while, trying to remember the past events, and she got the subliminal tone of voice that said 'roll whit me, or else we would be suspected' "Sure...Honey..." Hinata replied whit a big blush . They simultaneously got up and departed their way for the night they won't forget.