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The air around Gaara was thick; his breath was caught in his throat.
Hinata. The little girl's voice echoed in his head, inviting him, daring him. Should he believe the little girl and follow her to god knows where to Hinata, if she does know her at all, which he found highly unlikely and comical? She couldn't say Hinata, the Hinata he bumped into just a day before.
And just as he was beginning to get the pearl-eyed girl out of his head, this same pearled-eyed little girl came out of nowhere, and the little prankster wanted to take him to the same woman plaguing his mind day and night.
This has got to be Naruto's work, indeed. Only he knows what Hinata looks like and could try and find a duplicate, then have the little girl say she wants him to meet Hinata because she has something to say to him, then he'll follow the little girl like a lovesick puppy only to be fooled by Naruto and who else he had play along.
Grunting to the little girl, he gave her a stern look; crouching to her height, she just raised a brow at him, clearly not too amused.
"Listen, little girl." He began, "I don't have time to play these irritating little games, and I don't even want to play them. So just give up now and tell Naruto to fuck off." He sneered at Hanabi but only got a bored response.
"Listen, Gaara." She rolled her eyes, replicating his voice, "I am not playing these so-called games you seem to think I am playing, which I am not." Crossing her arms, "Secondly, I am not a little girl; I am way older than other people think I am, so shove it. Now you are coming with if you like it or not!"
Gaara stared at the girl in utter disbelief. Did she tell him to shove it? Straightened up, he fixed his pants that had reared up and stared hard at the girl. She certainly had the guts, he'd give her that, but she was also foolish. He'd never hit a child, which was never in his books, but she is stupid to think he'd go with her and bend to her will or do anything that she pleased with him; no, she was nothing but a child, and he was an adult.
"No." He stated he, too, crossing his arms over his chest. If she wanted to play this game, he'd play it. "Go back to your little cubby house or whatever. And stop annoying me." He waved a dismal hand and pitched the bridge of his nose, walking his authentic way to the lunch district.
"Wait!" She cried, running to keep up with him. She had to think of something, and quick, or else her sister's chance of love would all but go down the hill.
"Leave. Me. Alone." He said through clenched teeth; he didn't want to deal anymore with the little girl who all but played games with him.
Hanabi puffed out; maybe, if she could make him go to Hinata without her telling him where she was, he'd fall into her trap and see Hinata. It was probably a long shot, but it couldn't hurt to try.
"Oh, but you're going the wrong way." She faked a whine in a little girl's voice; hopefully, he was just as stupid enough to fall for that.
"Good." He said, picking his pace up a bit; the sooner he got away from the girl, the better.
Hanabi was all but sprinting to keep up.
"It's this way, though." She gripped his arms and held on as if her life depended on it, which in reality, did.
"Would you just leave me alone!" He shouted, waving his arm to get her off his arm; people stopped and stared as they walked on. They've never seen a child grip a seedy-looking guy's arms with a death-like grip.
"You'll never get me off your arm!" Hanabi laughed, "No one has ever done so." She smirked at him when his eye widened for a split second, and, she thought, she saw a look of anguish.
"You are testing my patience, kid." He growled; Naruto would laugh and roll in a ball of fit if he saw the situation he was in with the child... No, not a child; a little monster is what she is.
He nearly yelped in happiness when he saw a tiny little cafe not too far away. Using all his might, he shoved the arm that wasn't occupied by the little demon and peeled her off him.
"Arh!" She yelped, her eyes widening when she was slowly being peeled off of his arm. He sure did have brute strength; no one was ever able to shrug her off so easily.
Dumping her on the ground, he moved away so she couldn't put her demonic hands on him.
"I am trying to have lunch; now, leave me alone!" He growled dangerously, turning around to the cafe's doors and pulling the door open roughly; he walked in.
Hanabi lay on the ground, the hot sun shining brightly on her. She looked at the cafe Gaara had walked into and smiled brightly.
The sun beamed through the shaded window, waking a groggy male from his slight hangover.
"Ohh." The male moaned. Maybe he shouldn't have drank what he had the night before; he wouldn't have the forming headache that would cause him nothing but grief the whole day.
"Sasuke." A voice appeared from the door slammed open; she was very tall and needy, and she carried paper loads of files and sheets that needed reading and signing.
"Ino." He murmured under his breath, clearing his throat, "Ino... I need... I need..." He trailed on.
"You need water?" She questioned, shaking her head. She sighed; she walked over to the mini-fridge Sasuke kept in his office underneath a set of draws for such an occasion. Putting the stacks of papers on top for a moment, she grabbed a bottle of water and gave it to Sasuke.
"Thanks." He mumbled before he drank the cold substance greedily.
"You're welcome." She murmured, placing her hands on her hips.
Not wanting to look into her eyes, "What time is it?" He questioned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hands.
"Nearly 1 O'clock." She said, giving him a stern look.
"I slept for..." He began.
"That long? Yes." She sighed, walking back to the bench that held the papers, "Here are the papers the club needs to sign and read over." She dumped the whole load on the desk, causing a mini shutter of the desk, "You have nine missed calls, two from your mother, one from your brother, three from the club's finance and the other three are from that Hinata girl you were looking for..."
Sasuke, who hadn't been listening intently as he should, perked up at the possible finding of the Hinata girl Gaara was so profound of.
"Hinata?" He cleared his throat, "And what are the findings?"
"Not very helpful, I'm afraid; there are at least 23 other girls and..." She coughed, "Men who are so-called Hinata, and it is tough to place which Hinata you want me to find information about without a proper identification." She said, slightly sitting on the corner of Sasuke's desk.
"Hm." Sasuke closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, "Naruto only told me her name, not an identification." He sighed, "Maybe I need to call him up and ask..." He shook his head, "Dope is probably either training with some bitch or eating ramen."
"Third option sounds more highly likely."
"Yes..." He agreed.
"Well, if I am not needed here much longer, I will make myself more useful." She got up from the desk and proceeded to the door.
"Ino!" Sasuke called.
"Yes?" She turned around to face him.
"How 'bout you underneath the sheets with me." He said bluntly, no emotion evident on his face.
"And I thought you were corny when you were drunk." She sighed and shook her head, reaching the door, one hand gripped on the handle, "I have a boyfriend, Sasuke." Before walking out the doorway.
"Really?" He asked, not buying it, "And who is this... So-called boyfriend?"
He heard a light chuckle, "His name starts with an 'S'." She said before he heard the faint clicking of a keyboard typing away.
"She still wants me." He smirked, reaching over to his phone and typing Naruto's number. He heard a couple of dials before a goofy voice answered on the other line.
"Hello!?" He screamed through the phone.
"Ow." Sasuke brought the phone away from his ear before bringing it back, "Dope, I need to ask you a question."
"What is it, teme?"
"I need more information about the Hinata girl."
"O-oh S-Sakura." Hinata shook her head.
Sakura had been in the toilet sick for nearly 10 minutes now, sobbing over the fact that she was used by Naruto and was only suitable for sex. Hinata loved her friend dearly, but she knew about Naruto and his reputation, which she only found out with her friend's constant sobbing, but she still went ahead and slept with Naruto on the first date none less. Hinata wished no ill will or fortune for Sakura but strongly advised that she should never think someone such as he would change on just one date with one girl, he had some woman issues in his life, and it was, indeed, not Sakura's fault.
But alas, Sakura still continued to cry and bowl over the fact that she now felt dirty; she really couldn't disagree but gave her the support any friend should give to someone heartbroken.
"S-Sakura..." Hinata cleared her throat, "I-it's r-really n-not y-your f-fault, t-truly." She rubbed Sakura's back soothingly.
"B-but... I was so... So stupid. Why did I willingly spread my legs for such an arse as he? Why?" Sakura sobbed, leaning her head on the toilet seat.
Hinata could only watch in helplessness at Sakura as she threw up in the toilet bowl, and Hinata had to be quick to grab her hair and keep it from falling into the bowl of puke. She had very long hair and was beautiful too. It was a perfect shade of pink; Hinata often wondered if she dyed it every month or if it was completely natural.
"I am so pathetic." Sakura cried, puke covering her lips; she wiped it off with the back of her hand.
"Y-your r-really n-not, S-Sakura." Hinata shook her head, "D-do y-you w-want m-me t-to g-get y-you s-some w-water?" Hinata asked.
"Yeah." Sakura nodded, closing the toilet lid and laying her head in between her arms.
"J-Just w-wait h-here." Hinata stood up from the floor and pushed the toilet door open to the cafe.
She heard a light groan from Sakura and a little sniff; she shook her head. She couldn't even help her friend cheer up; why did she have to be so useless?
Gaara walked into the little cafe; a strong smell of freshly baked muffins and bread filled his nostrils and made him even more hungry than he was. Thank god the monster didn't follow him in. He would have surely screamed and ripped the hair out of his head if she continued to annoy him further. She was just a child. Naruto paid money for her to mock him, but he wasn't going to follow that trap. He was more intelligent than Naruto.
Shaking his head, he squeezed through a crowd of people. Who knew what kind of people they were or what diseases they carried with them? He really wasn't much of a people person, that much was evident, and he certainly didn't like touching people either! He has never been sick because he rarely interacts with people, saves for the few that he does, such as; Naruto, Sasuke and a few others.
He grunted as he made his way closer to the cashier. He squeezed through another couple when he suddenly fell short as something tumbled into his chest and fell abruptly on the ground.
"O-ow." He heard a little shudder of surprise.
Looking down at the ground, he saw the exact person plaguing his mind no stop; his eyes widened, and his breath was caught in his throat; without warning or understanding, his hand automatically shot out.
Hinata timely looked up; she saw the distinctive red hair and tattoo on their forehead, "G-Gaara!" She gasped in surprise.
Gaara only nodded at her, not trusting his voice, so it wasn't all just a big joke; the little demon was telling the truth.
"W-what a-are y-you d-doing h-here?" She asked.
"Food." He stated.
"O-oh." She said timely.
He nodded his head in agreement, didn't know what else to say; they fell into easy silence as neither of the two spoke.
"I-it's a-a-l-lovely d-day, I-isn't i-it?" She said, breaking the moment of silence.
"Are we going to make a habit of you bumping into me?" Gaara blurted out, not caring for the weather.
O-oh, I-I d-don't k-know." She laughed nervously, twiddling her fingers and looking down at the ground.
She heard Gaara sigh, and then he brushed the hair out of his eyes and brought her face to look at his, "Look at me when you're talking to me." He whispered.
Hinata blushed and brought red from his handling; no one had ever touched her face except her sister, Sakura and doctors. But their handling or touching was friendly and comforting. Gaara's, on the other hand, was much more, more sensual, more passionate.
"I told you I wasn't lying!" They heard a familiar voice behind them.
"H-Hanabi?" Hinata looked behind Gaara to see her sister smirking at both of them, hands on her hips.
"I was going to bring lover boy to you." She walked up to the both of them and gave Gaara a distasteful look, "But he thought I was lying, his so rude, Hinata! I don't see what you see in him." She screeched.
"H-Hanabi!" Hinata uttered; her sister seemed to have been embarrassing her lately.
Gaara gave her a fierce look, "I am the rude one?" He questioned.
"Yes," Hanabi stated, daring him.
"You're the rude one!" He barked, pointing the finger at her, "You're the one that comes at me out of nowhere demanding me to follow you to God knows where then hold on my arm like a little demon spawn."
"Demon spawn!" She choked, "You're the demon here!" She declared.
"Why, you little monster!" He hissed, reaching down to her height and staring intently at her.
"G-Gaara, H-Hanabi." Hinata screeched, "S-stop y-your f-fighting, please." she asked.
Gaara grumbled under his breath while Hanabi shook her head and crossed her arms.
"Fine!" They both said in unions.
Hinata lightly giggled underneath her hand when they both gave each other greasy.
"I just came here for the food," Gaara whispered, not caring if anyone heard.
"W-well y-you c-can s-still g-get s-some f-food I-I j-just n-need s-some w-water f-for S-Sakura."
"Sakura?" Gaara questioned, wasn't that the same name as the girl Naruto brought in this morning at the dojo?
"Y-yes, m-my f-friend." Hinata nodded her head.
"You know? People that you have real connections with." Hanabi teased.
"I know what friends are; I have one." Gaara sneered.
"I find that very hard to believe." Hanabi snickered.
"H-Hanabi, d-don't b-be s-so r-rude." Hinata tried to control her little sister.
"Fine." She huffed, "He could have one friend."
"Whatever, I'm not fighting with the little demon anymore." Gaara grumbled, then pushed his way past Hinata and Hanabi, "I'm starving and getting food."
"H-Hanabi," Hinata whined.
"What?" She shrugged, following Gaara to the cashier.
Hinata shook her head at her little sister; she certainly was a hand full at the best of times.
Hinata stood behind Gaara as he ordered his meal. He had a board back, which she admired. Tall, graceful figure, slightly bent, but that was normal for a guy. His was at least a head taller than her; she could only see the back of his shoulder and head.
She heard him mumble something but couldn't quite make it out; he had a soft voice, almost as smooth as hers. With his order done, he gave the cashier some money.
"And a glass of water too." He replied gruffly.
"Of course." The woman smiled and winked at him, "anything for a handsome man like yourself."
"For my friend." He moved over a little so the woman could see Hinata.
"O-oh." Hinata's eyes widened when the woman looked at Hinata with absolute disbelief.
"Of course, then." The woman looked disappointed, clearing her throat, "It will only be a moment." She walked away with a sad gaze.
"I hate women like that." Gaara shook his head, "I know what I look like. I attract the sluts." He sighed.
"O-oh, I-I'm v-very s-sorry f-for t-that," Hinata said.
"It's not you." He shook his head at her, "It's the other girls; you're okay."
"I-I'm okay?' She questioned.
"What?" He growled, "Just take the compliment."
"T-thank y-you." She swallowed.
"Here you go." A deadpan voice merged behind them.
Gaara turned around to take the food, not all too gently, and then handed Hinata the plastic cup of water.
"I-I a-appreciate I-It, t-truly." She bowed her head.
"Whatever." He pushed past her and walked to a nearby table Hanabi was sitting at.
She had gotten her wish to see him again.
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