Hinata stared at the door intently, it hadn't changed much since she had looked at it but there it sat taunting her. She stared away and continued up the stairs, she still couldn't open that door. Her hands shook as stood before another door, much like the one before but the dust has yet to settle. Hinata still couldn't face her past no matter how hard she tried, she'd rather it gather dust in some forgotten corner of her mind. Climbing the ladder to the attic, she pulled a blanket from a chest, wrapping it round her frame. It smelled faintly of lavenders, like her mother. Her mother, Hinata thought, would know what to do. Sitting down on the abandon couch, she cried. Nobody was here to help her. She had nothing but broken promises and nightmares to comfort her. 'I have to go to school.' she thought, hearing the phone ring.
"That'll be Tenten," Hinata said, her voice croaky from the crying. She willed herself to move, to place the mask back on and pretend nothing ever happened. But she couldn't believe Kiba had cracked that mask with a few words, allowing Gaara to shatter it. Hinata probably looked like a message would scold her for that if she were here. She pinched herself grimacing, 'why torture yourself,'she thought.
"Hinata-San I think it's time for you to get off that couch, it's spewing dust and stuffing," she glared at Gaara from her behind blanket. Throwing it over her head she turned so she wasn't facing him. She heard him stand and walk over to the couch. He grabbed the blanket ripping it away from her, draping the chest it came from.
"It does you no good to mope," Gaara said sounding much like Hinata when she was younger.
"oh though when you said it I had to ask your mother what you said due to the stutter." He sat down on the couch, slinging an arm around her waist pulling her close.
"It does me plenty good, I'm not some angry little child, you don't understand," Hinata mumbled, tears starting once more.
"I lost my mother and father in very much the same way you did, so never say I don't understand," Gaara said sternly, almost scolding her. Standing he pulled her from the couch, pushing her towards the ladder.
"Now get cleaned up and go to school tomorrow, your chinese friend is going mad and if you don't tell her what's going on than I'll tell her were you live." Hinata gasped and glared, "You wouldn't." He nodded, smiling.
"I'd even tell her where you hide the spare key," he said smirking, sliding down the ladder to escape the very angry Hinata.
"Gaara you ass," she screamed, running after him haphazardly enough to trip down the ladder. He caught her as she fell, and rested his forehead against hers. "This person right here is the Hinata I know, next time you feel down call me, I listen to whatever you have to say and even act as a punching bag if needed." Hinata hugged him tight, "Thank you Gaara," she said feeling better for the first time in a long time.