Upon hearing him enter the kitchen Hinata muttered a good morning returning her attention back to the stove.
"I feel like a married man, waking up to breakfast made by my gorgeous wife," he said, kissing her cheek. Hinata whacked him lightly with the spatula.
"Well If you want breakfast you better get out of my kitchen or no pancakes," she said, shooing him. He frowned and retreated to the other side of the bench. "It's not like I tried harassing you," he grumbled, pouting. Hinata tensed up and dropped the spatula, before sinking to her knees. She started shaking, the scenes of Sasuke forcing himself on her running through her mind. Hinata wasn't aware of Gaara talking to her till he grabbed her shoulders.
"Hinata whats wrong?" He asked again speaking more slowly.
"Sasuke he he," she stammered beginning to cry. Covering her face with her hands, she managed to finish the rest of her sentence.
"He forced himself on me, thinking I would comply because he knows about my past and now everyone will know i killed my family." Gaara let go of her, hands curling into fists, as he felt the overwhelming urge to hit something. Standing he hit the wall, plaster crumbling. He rushed back to the Hinata grabbing her hands, removing them from her face before cupping her cheeks.
"He didn't do anything to you did he?" Gaara asked, voice full of concern, anger forgotten of the moment. Hinata placed her hands over his.
"No he only kissed me, he tried and I caught back. But he knows my past, he knows how I killed my family and now everyone will know," she muttered crying. Gaara grabbed her by the shoulders again and shook her, lightly.
"You had nothing to do with that, it was an accident, an accident you had no control over. Hinata you can't keep blaming yourself for something that was out of your control," he said, sitting down next to her, feeling exhausted.
"My father was a brutal man, he never loved me or my siblings and it only got worse when my mother died giving birth to me. Everybody hated me, I was raised by my uncle until I was four and then came home, from yours actually, And he had hanged himself. People blamed me because I caused his sister's death. I was a very angry child after, worse than before and then you hit me on the head one day and said it did me no good to mope and after that I never forgot those words or you, even after your mother passed on and you moved away. When I saw you I was so surprised I couldn't speak, I thought it wasn't you at first because you seemed so vibrant and lively but it had to be you because you look exactly like you mother did and then I decided that I still liked you. But seeing you breakdown like you did reminded me of when my father died, he was caught up in an accident at the pub. I had gotten angry with him and we had a huge shouting match, to this day I never remember what it was about but I hit him and said 'I wish you weren't my father', he left mad at me and never came back. There was a huge fight, he tried helping someone and was hurt, he died on the way to the hospital. For the longest time I blamed myself because if I hadn't of said those words to him he wouldn't have left the house, father would have holed himself up in his office, very angry at me but he would still be here," he said, looking down at his hands, remembering that night. It still pained him to think about because it in a way was his fault, but his father had chosen to go to the pub when he could have gone anywhere and it was just a coincidence it had all happened. He believed that now, he had done nothing wrong.
"I remembered what you said and I stopped blaming myself, it took a very long time but I managed and so will you because I am here to help you, I will not let you do this alone."