Here goes another chapter. I hope you guys enjoy. I don't own Naruto or any of the characters that are associated with the show.
Important Notes
* Hinata calls Kurenai: Mom
*Hinata call Kurenai's brother Xavier: Uncle Xavier or Uncle X
*Haveah and Havana call Kurenai: Grandma
*Haveah and Havana call Jacob: Uncle Jakey
* Nicknames: Hinata (Hina) or (Nata) [Only Gaara calls her Nata] Haveah (Veah) Havana (Vana) Hayden (Hady) Jacob (Jake) or (Jakey) Gabriella (Gabby) Hanabi (Nabi)
- Kurenai Cakes
Chapter 14: The Confrontation, the Aftermath, And Evoking the Anger of a Mother
Outside Hyuga Mansion: In the Front Yard
With Hinata
Hinata gawked at Gaara. Her lips slightly parted as she sucked in air. Her heart was crashing against her chest. The way… the way that he looked at her set her soul aflame. Like everything could turn out okay. For a moment, she started to believe that she was a horrible person and that he needed to meet the girls. His little girls. Then she realized what she was thinking. They could never be alright. Nothing would ever be alright. The only people who mattered were her family and her girls.
"No Hinata. NO. YOU ARE NOT GONNA DO THIS! YOU ARE NOT GONNA GET SUCKED INTO THIS! YOU ARE NOT THAT NAÏVE LOVE STRUCK THIRTEEN-YEAR-OLD LITTLE GIRL ANYMORE! YOU ARE SIXTEEN. There is no future for him in your children's lives. He will never be a part of our lives. NO, YOU WILL NOT DO THIS. You will not fall into the abyss of his eyes. YOU WILL NOT!" with that, Hinata schooled her facial features. She dropped her gaze from his eyes.
She calmly rose off of Gabriella's stomach and helped her up. Then she turned toward the house. Gabriella touched her right shoulder. Hinata whipped around faster than she'd meant to and Gabriella took that as a sign of anger and shied away from the blue haired teen, making sure to walk ahead of her. Hinata wanted to apologize but her throat was too dry so she just followed behind Gabriella.
There were footsteps behind Hinata. She knew whose footsteps they were. His. Gaara Sabaku's footsteps. The sound of shoes stepping on the crisp, clean grass made Hinata's heart speed up, but she didn't turn around. She kept walking away. She wouldn't be able to face him and not disintegrate under his eyes.
"Nata, wait." a voice behind her said. She hadn't heard that name in a long time; only one person had ever called her that. And that voice. She remembered how that voice used to make her stomach fill to the brim with butterflies when the name Nata was said. The person calling her that name now was the same person who called her that name when she was younger. There was different something about the person who said her name, though. He sounded older and his voiced must've deepened over the last three years because his voice made her spine tingle a little. But no matter how deep his voice was, she could hear the desperation that clung to his words and it made her stop in her tracks. She still didn't turn around. Many memories rushed back to her.
Flashback
Hinata woke up to a tapping sound on her window. She thought it was just the wind making a branch hit her window but there soon was a faint whisper of her name. She got up and walked over to her window. Although it was dark out, the street light dimly lit the tree, where none other than Gaara was sitting. He had on a coat, some pajama pants and a fuzzy looking hat. There was a thin layer of snow covering his clothes, which made it hard to tell what color his pants, coat, and hat were.
Opening the window, Hinata whispered. "G-G-Gaara wh-what a-are you-you d-doing h-here."
He motioned for her step as he jumped from tree branch into her bedroom, which wasn't very far. Once he was in, he turned around and closed the window. He turned back to Hinata and she was shivering. "G-G-Gaara wh-what a-are you-you d-doing h-here? I-I th-th-though th-that you and-and your fa-family weren't gonna get back from H-Hawaii until tomorrow. " she asked as he shed his snow covered coat and hat, leaving him in a pair of black pajama pants and a red muscle shirt.
"Nata, babe it is tomorrow." He smirked as she looked over the digital clock by her bed, which read 12:00 am, signaling a new day. She rolled her lavender eyes and his smirk grew wider. "And yesterday was the 26th meaning that today is December 27, 2007. Your thirteenth birthday. That is something that I wouldn't want to miss for anything. So happy thirteenth birthday Ms. Hinata Isabelle Hyuga, my future wife." the redhead explained as he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a red velvet jewelry box. He smiled when a light pink blush appeared onto her cheeks.
"Y-you d-didn't h-h-have to g-get me-me an-another p-p-present." Hinata stuttered.
"Yes I did. We didn't get a chance to spend Christmas together, and today is your birthday."
"B-but you-you g-g-gave me a Christmas p-p-present before you left and I loved it. I don't need another present. "
"Nata, will you just open it? You'll like it I promise." his voice was jokily enticing her to peak into the box. She took the box and opened it. The piece of jewelry inside made her eyes water. Inside the box was a gold heart-shaped locket necklace with blue topaz and garnet gemstones (their birthstones. Hinata's is Blue Topaz and Gaara's is Garnet) outlining the edges of the locket. In the middle of the locket were the letters H and G painted beautifully in capital cursive letters.
She turned toward him. "Gaara it's beautiful. You bought this for me?" she was so shocked that her stutter had not interrupted her question once.
"Actually I got it custom made. I designed it and everything. Open it."
Opening the locket and seeing what was inside, made her tears fall from her eyes. On the left side of the locket were the words "Gaahina 4ever" and on the right side of the locket was a picture of them from when they were younger. He was kissing her cheek while she was blushing like crazy. She jumped into his arms and breathed into the side of his neck. "Th-thank you-you. It's b-b-beautiful. I lo-love it."
He looked down at his girlfriend and kissed her blue hair lightly. "Happy birthday, my beautiful Nata."
"Gaara, I love you." she wanted to reply, but she wasn't sure if this was the right moment to tell him that she was in love with him. He'd never told or ever hinted that he returned those deep feelings. He just liked her. Love wasn't something on his agenda at the moment. And Hinata wouldn't ever force her feelings on him like that. She didn't want to push him away by being too needy, wanting him to love her. She'd take what she could get even if it was just him liking to be in her company.
She looked up at him and he looked down. She stood on the tips of her toes and brushed her lips lightly against his as she spoke. "Thank you Gaara"
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. She thought it was a normal kiss, just another peck on the lips. But he added something else. She felt something warm and kind of wet running along the crevice between her lips, trying to pry her lips apart. She opened her eyes, which had closed when the kiss began, and saw that it was his tongue. Shocked, she pulled away and looked at him like he was deranged and crazy. "G-G-Gaara wh-wh-what the hell a-are you-you do-do-doing?" she whispered harshly. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand to get the left over traces of his cooling saliva off her. "D-don't do-do th-that a-anymore. Ever."
"Nata, stop being such a baby. Hinata you're finally a teenager. We are finally teenagers. We should be like normal teenagers. Normal teenagers kiss passionately. You want to be a normal teenager don't you? "he put his arms around her waist, pulled her closer, and looked at her expectantly.
She didn't speak because she was too stunned by his accusation that she wasn't normal and that letting him stick his tongue down her throat would somehow make her normal. It hurt her. Finally, she opened her mouth to speak. "Y-y-you d-do-don't th-think th-that I'm n-n-normal?" conviction heavily laced her cracking her voice.
"No, I meant that I want to be more than what we are. I want to show you how much I care about you. I thought we could…I'm sorry. I just got carried away." he looked at her apologetically. He dropped his arms and stepped away from her. His head was down and he was looking away from her at the floor.
"Oh, no. I… didn't mean to make him feel bad. He said he just wants to show me how he cares, so letting him kiss me like that shouldn't be so bad right? It's no different than how we kiss now is it? It's like our normal kiss only with his tongue. I can do that. It's Gaara, the man that I love. If he wants to… tongue kiss me. I'll do it. Because I love him and you do things for the ones you love. Even if you don't want to." she tried to justify giving into what he wanted to do. When she came up with enough courage, she walked forward and caressed his face. Then she pulled him down and lightly placed her lips against his.
He tried to pull away, but she whispered to him "S-s-show me h-h-how m-m-much you c-c-care ab-about me." a red blush lit up her face as she pulled his lips down to hers once more. He gently bit down on her bottom lip, and she was so surprised that she gasped, and then she felt his tongue slip inside of her mouth and dance around hers until she caught the idea that he wanted her tongue to participate in the battle. Their tongues moved against each other in an intricate freestyle dance. When they parted to breathe, he led her to the bed and laid on top of her, once again forcing his tongue into her mouth.
That night … well morning was their first real make out session. Hinata discovered that though she liked to cuddle, kissing him like that was better than any cuddling session could ever be.
End of Flashback
That memory made her heart flutter, but then the image of Gaara on his living room couch shirtless making out with a scantily clothed Matsuri flashed through into her mind, destroying her temporary euphoria. With that gone Hinata realized how broken she still was. He had broken her and he wouldn't leave her alone. Why?
Three years hadn't healed her heart enough to keep the scars it had obtained from reopening and causing her to 'bleed out.' Where was her tourniquet? The thing that had kept her from reliving her life with him for the past three years. Where the hell was her tourniquet? It had kept her heart safe and now it was not. Her tourniquet was gone and it was all his fault. He'd stripped her of all of her protective armor. Seeing him had left her defenseless from any further pain that he could cause- the pain that he was causing at this very moment. The sanctity of Kingakure was gone. She was in Konoha. So was he. And if her sanctity was gone she had no other defenses to keep her safe from heartache.
Her anger tried to mask her still broken heart, her pain. But she could feel her shoulders shaking as if she was about to cry. She knew that HATED him, but she knew that somewhere deep down she loved him. She was still in love with him. How was that possible? How could you hate someone that you loved?
"Why did you do this to me? Why did you make me need you only to crush me? I love-I loved you. I thought that you cared but you never did! You broke me. And just when I was finally about to be healed, you come back and make my heart hurt again. I fucking hate you. I FUCKING HATE YOU GAARA." the blue haired girl wanted to yell, but decided against it. Why give him the satisfaction of knowing that she was still hurting because of him? Why give him the power to break her even more that she was already broken?
As her hectic thoughts flooded her brain she didn't notice that Gaara was walking closer to her. Apparently, he had taken the hesitation in her stride as her willingness to listen to what he had to say, a sign that she still cared. He still kept a safe distance between them, not wanting to force her into any kind of confrontation.
She saw Gabriella turn around and gave her a look that said 'Hina, you want me to stay?' Hinata only shook her head and the older girl retreated back into the house.
"Nata, I…" he started to speak only to be cut off by~
"Don't you dare call me that. Don't ever call me that." she said venomously. "You don't have that right anymore."
He didn't heed her warning he still spoke using that wretched nickname. "Nata, I.. can we talk?" his voice sounded pitiful and needy. That only made her angrier. He was always the strong one. The one who held her up. So why was he whining like that? Where was the heartless bastard that cheated on her and broke her heart?
"I told you to stop calling me that! That's not my fucking name!" Hinata yelled, not turning around to face him.
"Hinata, can we talk?" he begged again, making sure to not to use her old nickname.
"Talk all you want. Last time I checked it's a free country," she retorted smartly as she started walking away.
"Dammit, Hinata wait. I just want to talk to you." He jogged up to her and grabbed her wrist, turning her to face him. "Please just listen to me." he pleaded.
She yanked her wrist away from him. At first she took in his appearance (mostly the dark circles he had around his eyes that he'd gained from many sleepless nights.), the she glared. "Don't you ever touch me again." she turned around again and began walking back toward the house.
With Gaara
" Fine I'll just tell her how I feel. She has no choice but to listen. She HAS to hear me out. She has to let me see my kids. Our kids." he frantically thought as he came up with the words that he needed for her to hear. He needed to voice what was on his mind.
"I deserve to see and meet them." he said. Hinata whipped around and looked at him. His heart cracked a little. Never had he see so much collected hatred in one gaze in his entire life. The thing that wounded him the most was the fact that Hinata was the girl that he loved. How could she, the mother of his children, hate him so? Why? What did he do to be rewarded with that soul-shattering look filled with abhorrence from the love of his life, his other half? What had he done?
"YOU DESERVE?" her light voice asked incredulously. She sounded like she was mocking him. "Let me tell you something Mr. Sabaku, you deserve nothing. I don't owe you anything." she paused. "I'm sorry that was rude. You do deserve something. You deserve to rot in hell for the rest of eternity."Animosity laced her words turning them into icy daggers, each of which stabbed him in the heart, making it break a little more each time.
"They are my kids. You had my kids. Our children. I am their father. We deserve to meet each other. You owe us that. We deserve to 'be a family' … I'm their father." he explained, his voice hesitant almost like he didn't believe what he was saying. His gaze piercing hers only to find that her lovely lavenders were cold, an impenetrable force field of ice…
"Correction, Mr. Sabaku. You are not their father. You are more of a sperm donor." she sneered. "I was just a one time thing remember, Mr. Sabaku. Just another quick fuck. Isn't that right?"
"Why are you being so mean?" it sounded childish, even to him, but right now he felt like he was a overly sensitive three year old all over again.
"I'm not those were you're words. Don't you remember? Oh, where's Matsuri?" she asked. A sickly sweet tone permeated the air as her voice carried over to his ears. She turned again and started walking back to the door. The way her hips swayed naturally and the added bonus of her stilettos made her look dark and commanding, like she owned the air. She was the air.
'Her air' was amazing. The air that he breathed of hers made his mind swim with a pool of lovely delusional thoughts that she could only stir within his body, heart, mind, and soul. She was controlling his senses as well as his heart simultaneously. "God she is so beautiful. Hinata is so beautiful. Like a goddess. I love you Hinata. And I know that somewhere deep down you know that you love me. I know it. I just know that everything that we used to have is still there. I just know it."
He was so wrapped up in 'her air' that he started blabbing about whatever he was feeling."I've always loved you." he whispered. All of the seriousness that his voice held was amplified by the low tone that he used. He thought she would turn to face him. However he was stunned to hear her mocking laughter as it shook her shoulders.
Another pang shot through his heart. She was shattering his fragile heart piece by already cracked piece. "Nata, why do you hate me so much? What have I done to deserve this? I-I lo-love you. I will always love you. And I won't ever stop. I can't." He didn't know why but he didn't want to stop trying to piece himself back together so he could be with her. That was something that he knew would never change. He'd keep trying to pick up his abused heart and presenting it to her until she could finally accept him. Love him back and let him love her. Forever.
With Hinata
Hinata was at the door of the mansion, hand on the doorknob, when he'd whispered. "I've always loved you." And although he was about ten feet away from her, she'd heard his voice carry to her ears. For some reason the piteous sound of his voice coupled with the words that he had the audacity to utter cracked her up. He, Gaara Adam Sabaku, was making 'jokes' about loving her.
"What's so funny? I don't see anything facetious about what I just said. I was- am telling you the truth, Hinata." he said. She could almost feel the waves of displeasure radiating from his voice. It only made her laugh even harder. "I am still in love with you." he added.
She grabbed her sides as she giggled out rather cruelly, her response. "Mr. Sabaku, don't delude yourself into something that we both know isn't true. When we were younger you didn't love just as you don't know." she stopped to wipe the tears that had spilled out of her tear ducts with her laughter and catch her breath.
When she was done she stood up tall and turned to face him. Her eyes were impassive and frightening. Then she continued. "To believe otherwise is something that will only make you go crazy. YOU NEVER LOVED ME AND YOU NEVER WILL LOVE ME. THE ONLY PERSON THAT YOU'VE EVER LOVED OR EVER WILL LOVE IS YOURSELF. That's why you have that tattoo on your forehead. So face it. You will only love yourself. 'Cause we both know that you are nothing but a selfish, cold-hearted son of a bitch." his mouth fell open in shock.
Hinata paused again and changed her harsh tone to one filled with monotonous sarcasm. "Good day, Mr. Sabaku. And you should really close your mouth. You wouldn't want to choke on a fly, now would you? Have a nice day. It sure was a pleasure to see you again. We should never do this again." with that she opened the door of the house and stepped inside leaving him outside with wide, shaking eyes.
Inside the Hyuga Mansion
The Living Room
With Hinata
Once inside the house, her new home, Hinata was greeted by the sight of a major 'tickle fest.' The poor, laughing victim being Gabriella, who was on the floor, with a horrible case of the giggles as she was tickled by six small hands. And the little tickling culprits being Hayden, Havana and Haveah, who were laughing just as hard as she was.
On the couch were the laughing Avery and Jacob. She walked over to them and squeezed in between them. She watched as the kids playfully tortured the strawberry blonde until her breathing was hitched from the constant laughter. Hinata was staring Haveah and Havana as if she were afraid that this would be her last time ever seeing them. In in all truthfulness, she was scared that someone could take her kids from her. Her conversation with Gaara had brought this fear upon her and she couldn't shake it.
With Avery
Avery looked over at her little sister. Hinata's eyes were filled with unshed tears as she watched her kids play. "Hina, you okay?" she couldn't help but ask. She was worried. Hinata had never looked like that. Hopeless. Broken. Almost lifeless. Seeing her look so sad like that had scared the grey-eyed woman. "What could be making her act like this?"
Hinata shook her head, letting her tears fall freely. "I just… I. E-e-everything is f-f-falling apart. I-I d-don't know wh-what to do. I'm l-l-losing e-everything. I- fuck up everything that I touch." the blue haired girl replied. Her shoulders were shaking as she fiddled with her pointer fingers. Her bangs shadowed her face. Now her tears fell directly into the fabric of her tutu.
"Hina, everything is gonna be okay." Avery wrapped Hinata in a sideways embrace. She knew that her word were lies but Avery wanted so badly for that to be true. For everyone's sakes. It would be a beautiful lie indeed.
"No it's not. Everything is totally fucked up and its all my fault." Hinata whispered softly, making sure that the children couldn't hear her use of such foul language. "I'm supposed to be a mother. Someone who protects her children from emotional and physical harm. Look at how well that turned out. I'm a horrible mother. I'm a horrible daughter, sister, and friend. If there were an award for the people with sucktackular lives, I'd win hands down."
Avery knew about Hinata talking to Gaara. Both her and Jacob had watched Hinata and Gabriella having their little heart to heart out on the lawn when the redhead showed up. Then when Gabriella came in she joined them to watch Hinata be confronted by a main figure in her past. The reason she ran away. The father of her children. The boy who broke her heart.
Avery could remember seeing the tension that coursed through Hinata's body as the younger girl tried to maintain her tears. She'd never seen Hinata so upset. She who along with Kurenai had seen Hinata at her most vulnerable state, when Hinata was delivering Havana and Haveah. Or so they thought. When Hinata was outside talking, more like yelling at, to the redhead, she couldn't help but see all the cracks in Hinata. They had worked so hard to help her heal and now by just seeing him once more had Hinata crying again. Hinata was that broken fourteen-year-old girl again. She was still heartbroken and scarred. How could he do that to her again? "I don't even know him, but I already hate this kid"
Avery was so lost in thought that she didn't realize that Hinata's tears had started soaking through the material of her shirt. "I'm l-l-losing everything." Hinata sobbed softly, now gaining the attention of the young children that were previously playing as tickle monsters. She gained the tickled victim's attention as well.
"M-m-mommy?" Havana asked. The dark blue haired child walked up to her mother, only to have her mother not speak back. Havana looked kind of hurt while she stood and stared at her mother.
With Jacob
"U-uncle J-Jakey, what's wrong with m-m-mommy?" Haveah tugged at his shorts.
He looked down at his niece. Her eyes being the very same as her weeping mother's to the right of him.
He held out his arms and the redheaded little girl climbed into his arms. He looked over to her sister and motioned for her to come here with a nod of his head. She came and joined her sister in his embrace. Hayden had come up and sat down on Jacob's left and laid his head on his arm.
"Your mom is fine. She just.. She's just very sleepy. You know how she get's when she's really tired." he lied. Normally the truth was the best thing to say. He couldn't force himself to harm them with the truth. Because in this situation, telling the twins that they weren't going to be able to go home would confuse and hurt them.
"How can I bring myself to tell them that the family that they knew would be in a different city? How can I tell them that they won't see any of their old friends from Kingakure? How can I tell them that although for the past three years I've been their father figure that the jerk that is the reason for their mother's tears is their real father? I can't. I just can't."
"S-s-so m-m-mommy's just tired?" he looked down at his blue haired niece. She had her thinking face on, her brow scrunched up as she bit her bottom lip. Havana's thinking face meant that she didn't believe what he was saying. He looked over at Haveah and saw that the same look occupied her round face. She didn't believe him either. "Dammit. I forgot that they inherited Hinata's ability to see right through me. Might as well fake it until they believe me. That shouldn't take long."
He scratched the back of his head as a fake smile rose upon his face. He was trying to think of another lie when someone else piped up. "Yeah, your mommy's real tired." Gabby interjected. It seemed that her added comment forced the twins believe his lie. She had put a calming on his knee and stared at him, letting him know that she was sorry. He smiled, a gestured that showed her that all was forgiven.
He looked at her and mouthed 'I love you.'
She smiled back and mouthed the word 'I love you too.'
In Hiashi's Home Office
Xavier has just finished telling Hiashi about what Judge Marshall had to say about the case.
With Hiashi
"Xavier what are you saying?" Hiashi asked afraid of what his friend's answer would be.
"Judge Marshall, he wants to expand the case. He found out about Vana and Veah. He knows that Gaara is the father. And he wants to know about how Hinata and Gaara's relationship before she left. I don't know if he's going to go through with it, but I think that he wants to know about if Gaara and his family will be allowed to be a part of the girls' lives." Xavier explained. "That could be disastrous if Hinata refuses to let them see the twins."
" I understand most of that, but who are Veah and Vana?' the elder Hyuga questioned, not really putting two and two together that those were the nicknames of his granddaughters. He knew what their names where. Haveah and Havana. He'd heard his eldest daughter call those names, but she always used them together, so he didn't know which granddaughter was which.
" Oh that's right. You probably haven't met them properly. Veah is Haveah, your granddaughter with red hair and lavender eyes. And Vana is Havana. She has blue hair and …"Xavier was cut off by…
"Gaara's eyes."
"Hm?" Xavier asked, not following what Hiashi was thinking about.
" From what you just said Havana has Gaara's eyes; Haveah has his hair. And both of them are the spitting image of Hinata." Hiashi replied.
He looked down at a picture of his family. It was taken a short while after his wife had given birth to Hanabi. Hizashi was still alive. In the picture, Rukia was holding a 2-month-old Hanabi her arms. The nearly three-year-old Neji had his arms wrapped around a 17-month-old Hinata and they were standing in between Hiashi and Hizashi. Hiashi was behind Hinata and standing next to Rukia. Hizashi was standing behind Neji. Everyone wore a smile.
His eyes roamed the entire picture, scanning all of the happy faces and storing them in his memory. Hiashi's eyes lingered over his deceased wife. Her pale skin. Her long eyelashes. Her hazel eyes. Her long dark blue hair. Then he turned to Hinata. She was Rukia's 'twin'. He was amazed at how much his eldest daughter resembled his wife. Hinata had almost every physical trait that her mother had. All except her eyes. Hinata had inherited his families pale eyes, but hers were special. She had a tinge of lavender mixed in with the white.
With Xavier
"How are they?" Xavier asked, his crimson eyes holding concern for not only his nieces, but his sister, children and his grandson, all of which had strong connections with Hinata and her children.
"I don't think that this adjustment will be easy on any of them. But I am sure that they will learn to adapt. How is everything going on your end?"
"Crappy. Everything is falling apart. And its kind of hard for them- I mean all of us to live without Hina, Veah, and Vana. And with this new crap about Judge Marshall wanting to expand the case is gonna make this complicated situation even more fucked up."
"I know. What do you suppose we do?" Hiashi asked.
"I don't know. Just go to the meeting Monday and see what Judge Marshall has to say. We'll go from there. But we have to let Hinata know the urgency of the situation. I mean… this is her and her kids' lives that could be drastically altered by this."
" I am sorry, my friend. I know that you are just as involved in this situation as the rest of us. And I just want to say thank you for staying objective because I know that it probably very difficult for you. You aren't letting your personal emotions and relationships get in the way of doing you're job. I admire you for that." Hiashi spoke. His eyes looking straight into Xavier's crimsons.
Neutral POV
Such a simple gaze among colleagues that held a lot of meaning for both of them. Respect. Friendship. And a common goal. To make sure that nothing could destroy their already crumbling families. Also, they shared another common purpose: to make sure to protect Hinata and her children.
Hidden beneath Xavier's gaze was the need for forgiveness. He was truly sorry and never ever meant to hurt his friend and his family.
Buried beneath Hiashi's gaze, even deeper than what their mutual gaze held was forgiveness. He had forgiven all of the people involved in helping Hinata stay in Kingakure. His white orbs had seen how much they cared for and loved his daughter. He was thankful that she had had loving people around her for the past three years and didn't have to raise her children on her own.
"We should go tell Hinata of the current situation. I do not think that we should keep this from her much longer. No matter how much we want to protect her. Monday is only two days away." Hiashi spoke as he got up and walked with Xavier into the living room.
The Living Room
Xavier and Hiashi walked into the living room only to be see what touched both of their hearts. A family. Well part of a family anyway. It still was a perfect Kodak moment. If only they had had a camera, they could remember seeing these content faces before they all contorted in pain again.
Hinata was laying against Avery's shoulder. The grey-eyed woman was silently stroking Hinata's hair as she sniffled. Next to Hinata was Jacob who was on her left. His arms were occupied by Havana and Haveah who had fallen asleep. And on laying, Jacob's left arm was a sleeping Hayden, his dark hair falling to the side of his face. Gabriella was sitting on the floor with her left hand intertwined with Jacob's right hand and her head laying on his right thigh. Her other hand was rubbing Hinata's right leg in a soothing fashion.
Sabaku Mansion
With Gaara
He trudged into the house with his head down and his feet heavy, almost like there was cement blocks were stuck to them. His heart was heavy. His body ached. His lungs were sore. He would run all of the way home without stopping for a breather. He could not cry anymore. He had cried the whole time he ran, which rewarded him with a massive headache.
As he walked up the stairs to his bedroom, her cold words swirled around in his head. Every hateful word she said ran through his mind repeatedly. "Don't you dare call me that. Don't ever call me that…Let me tell you something Mr. Sabaku, you deserve nothing…You are not their father. You are more of a sperm donor…YOU NEVER LOVED ME AND YOU NEVER WILL LOVE ME. THE ONLY PERSON THAT YOU'VE EVER LOVED OR EVER WILL LOVE IS YOU. That's why you have that tattoo on your forehead. So face it. You will only love yourself. 'Cause we both know that you are nothing but a selfish, cold-hearted son of a bitch." her laugh rang against his eardrums again. It was a deafening, cold cackle that haunted his thoughts.
"Nata hate's you. Stop trying to deny it. She hates you. You can't deny it. She hates you. She doesn't love you anymore," his inner voice taunted.
He ran a shaky hand through his messy red locks. "Stop this Gaara. Just stop it. She didn't mean it. She didn't mean it. She doesn't mean it." he tried to make his mind calm down and just stop spinning.
Now he was finally up the stairs. Her voice still mocked him and her laughter still bounced around his skull. Gaara took an unexpected right and ended up at his parent's room. Since no one was home, he went in quickly and looked under their mattress for their key to the liquor cabinet. Once he found it, he ran down stairs and opened the cabinet.
Instantly two brands caught his attention. Gin and Vodka. He'd seen both his dad and brother get drunk off these kinds of liquor too many times. These would help him get drunk quickly. That was what he needed. He grabbed both of the fifth sized bottles, locked the cabinet, snuck the key back into his parent's bedroom, and went into his room.
Gaara is now sitting on his bed. He had the gin bottle in his hand and opened it. He swirled the colorless drink around in the bottle. He'd never drunk anything other than beer. To say that he was somewhat scared to venture into this new beverage would have been an understatement. Just as he was about to put the bottle down her merciless laugh echoed through his mind again. He through all of his doubts aside put the bottle up to his lips and swallowed some of the clear fluid. Anything to get her out of his head.
A grimace made its way upon his face. A bitter taste filled his mouth as a burning sensation rushed down his esophagus to his stomach. Man did it burn. Nevertheless, he couldn't say that he didn't like it. The satisfaction of knowing that with the burn came less pain and heartache with the more he drunk made the disgusting liquid taste like lemonade. Therefore, he kept gulping down the bitter fluid. With each large gulp, the pain ebbed away a little. After about five times of turning up the bottle, he couldn't even taste the gin's bitterness.
15 Minutes later
The bottle of gin was a little over halfway gone. Now he was on the vodka (he'd gotten tired of the gin's taste). He'd turned the bottle up like two times before he lost coordination and dropped the bottle on the burgundy-carpeted floor. He couldn't force himself to drink anymore any way.
Everything was just so hazy. He was happy. The effects if drinking over half of the gin fast was taking the desired effects. He was officially drunk.
Alcohol intoxication. It does wonders for those who want to escape their emotional baggage. However being intoxicated had its downfalls. He was hungry. His mouth was super dry like he'd eaten three boxes of saltines without drinking water. But he couldn't force himself to get up to quench his thirst. His body was on fire. It was so hot. He was a freaking inferno.
The sick part about that was that he reveled in his body's increased temperature. Sweat was pouring down his face, but he still kept his euphoric attitude. A smile still christened his face. He liked how his heart was beating rapidly, and that he could hear it thudding in his ears. In fact he embraced and rejoiced in the fact that his heart going against the flow of everything and pumping in overdrive.
It made him feel alive, less cold. Talking to her had destroyed him mentally. She made him feel worthless, insignificant, useless, and stupid. That's how Hinata made him feel. She'd somehow drained his life away by crushing his heart; a real succubus, a man-eater. However, the gin breathed new life in him, making him feel human again.
"This must be what people on ecstasy feel." he thought aloud unknowingly. Not that he cared he was just so freaking happy. He was giggling like a little schoolgirl.
His temporary happiness was shattered in an instant. His stomach churned violently. The liquor not agreeing with his empty stomach. He hadn't eaten in almost two days. And he sure was paying for that now. A wave of nausea washed over him.
When he got up to rush to the bathroom so he could regurgitate, he stumbled to the wrong door and opened the door to the hallway where his mother was standing.
With Karura
"Hello, son. I think I recall you telling me that you wouldn't be home until later." Karura said. She was looking at his youngest son wearily. She knew that something wasn't right; her intuition as well as her eyes told her so. Gaara was covered in sweat, so much sweat that his hair was soaking wet. His eyes were dilated. "Why is he sweating so profusely? The air conditioner is on full blast. Hell even I'm cold."
Thinking back to the time of her youth, she figured that Gaara had smoked some weed or got some weed-laced brownies. A normal way teens seemed to have dealt with their problems nowadays. "Gaara, are you high?"
When Gaara answered her, the nauseating stench of strong alcohol wafted to her nose. Gaara was drunk. "Mommy, why are you in my bathroom?" her son slurred as his body swayed from side to side.
"Gaara are you drunk?" she changed the subject.
Gaara giggled like a little girl and nodded as he said. "Yeah."
"How much did you drink?"
"Just an-enough to feel b-better." Gaara spoke as he struggled to stay in one spot.
"And how much was that?" Karura asked again. She'd feared that her son had drunk too much.
With Gaara
Gaara grabbed his mother's hand and pulled her into his room. He went over to the bed and grabbed the half-empty gin bottle "See look. Mommy look. I drunk it all up, almost." he smiled with un called for childish enthusiasm.
Then he pointed to the wet carpet where the empty vodka bottle was sitting. Tears started to fall. "But I dropped that bottle on the floor." he whined as he plopped down onto the bed.
"Why did you do this to yourself? "the redheaded boy heard his mother question. Gaara dropped his head into his hands.
"'Cause" Gaara sniffled. He balled up his fist and wiped his eyes with the back of it. Like he was a small child.
"Because of what?" his mother demanded.
"Because she doesn't love me anymore!" he yelled, but the roaring sound was partially obscured by his hands. Gaara felt his temper flare up unexpectedly. He lifted his head and picked up the gin bottle.
"She doesn't love me anymore!" he screamed, throwing the bottle into the wall. The glass bottle shattered on impact. For some reason that made him laugh. It seemed that the bed couldn't hold him anymore. He fell onto his knees in the puddle of vodka that he'd spilled earlier. "I just wanted to feel better." he chuckled resentfully.
Tears mixed in with his laughter. "She called me a selfish son of a bitch. She said that I was only her sperm donor. She won't even let me see my own kids. She hates me." his mother sat beside him on the floor.
"It's okay. We'll find a way to let you see your children. We'll find a way." she held him as he cried while cradled his head on her chest. She whispered soothing words to him as he listened to her steady heartbeat.
5 Minutes Later
Abruptly Gaara pulled his head away from his mother's warm chest and ran for the bathroom. He barely made it to the toilet in time enough to puke his guts out. He felt his mother rubbing his back in circular motions as his violently emptied his stomach of all the alcohol he'd consumed. When he was done, she wiped his mouth and led him back to the bed where they laid down together. She wrapped a protective arm around him and rocked him gently.
He constantly whined "Why doesn't she love me anymore, Mommy?"
Her soft loving replies were always the same. "Shh. I love you Gaara. Mommy loves you. That's all that matters."
With Karura
Although her son reeked of vomit and alcohol, she forced herself to hold him wand be of some comfort to him. After getting him to sleep, she realized that it was about 1:00pm.
Her husband would be arriving home in a little while. When he got there, she would tell him about how Hinata was treating her son. How their friend's daughter was treating their son like crap. She was going to make sure that the little girl got what she deserved for making Gaara like this. No one can mess with her family and get away scot free.
She would make sure that Hinata paid for hurting Gaara.
Do you think I made Hiashi OOC? IDK. Most of the fanfics that I've read depicted him a merciless dick who didn't deserve to be a father, but I wanted show him being a loving father in my fanfic. I hope I made him believable.
And I know I kinda made Hinata a bitch and Gaara a… well I kinda think that I made him act like a girl. But both of them are suffering from heartache, which can drastically change how you act.
Oh and I've never been drunk so I had to research for that. I hope I did a good job of portraying Gaara getting hammered and the loving moment between Karura and Gaara. The rest of the Naruto characters will be coming back into the story in the next chapter or so.
Tell me what you think. I would like to say thanks for reviewing so far, adding me to your favorite authors list, adding my story to your favorite stories list, and thanks for reading. You guys are great!
~Kurenai Cakes