I sincerely hope many of yours enjoy this chapter, I know some people have. I have also fixed some errors that I notice in previous chapters, but please to tell me if I have missed any. Enjoy the 7th chapter
"S-Sakura's f-f-friend?" Hinata questioned, swallowing when her mouth suddenly became dry.
"Yes..." The woman known as Ino trailed on, noticing the displeasure and awkward encounter she was having with the shy maiden, Ino cleared her throat before addressing Hinata again, "I was just calling for I have some excellent information you might like, and possibly I would like some information as well..."
"O-Oh?" Hinata whispered; she wasn't the type of person to talk to just anyone out of the blue, and certainly wasn't the one to speak to a stranger over the phone when she hadn't met them or talked so late at night.
"Yes... But if you are unable to talk, then I can give information about Gaara some other time-"
"S-Sorry?" Hinata cut in.
"Oh yes, haha." She heard the woman laugh over the phone, "I have heard about you and how obsessed you both seem to be with one another; I was going to give you his number and details. But if you can not talk right now or are busy, I can call for another time?" Ino smiled brightly through the phone.
"No!" Hinata said hastily and without stutter, putting a hand to her heart, "I-I a-am n-not b-busy a-at a-all."
"Well." Hinata heard a light chuckle, "I can give you his address and his number; sometimes, he does not answer, and the best option is just to go see him, but I'll give you the number anyway." Clearing her throat again, "Do you have a notepad and pen?" She asked.
"W-Wait a-a m-moment." Hinata laid the phone on the pillow of her bed while she went over to her desk and shuffled everything until she found a pad and pen; sitting on her bed once more, she picked up the phone, "I-I h-have a-a p-pen a-and n-note-pad." Hinata spoke.
"Oh good." Ino purred, "Well, his number is 0435768912, obviously his mobile, but he doesn't have a home phone, unfortunately."
"O-Okay." Hinata said.
"And his address is..." Hinata heard the slight shuffling of sorts before she heard the woman again, "19A Breaker Street."
"19A-A B-Breaker S-Street," Hinata repeated, scribbling the address and the number.
"Yes... I want information from you, Hinata, if you will, of course." Ino asked.
"U-Um... S-Sure, w-what I-is I-it y-you w-would l-like o-of m-me?" Hinata breathed through the phone.
"Did you fancy Gaara?" She questioned.
"I-I... I-I... D-Do..." Hinata breathed.
"Yes!" Ino gave a click of her tongue, "Well, I best be going, it is late, and I am sure you would love to get a hold of Gaara; thanks for the information." She laughed, "Bye, for now, Hinata."
"G-Goodbye." Hinata let out a breath of relief after the phone went silent; she put the phone between her pillows.
"Lady Hinata." She heard a soft knock on the door.
"Y-Yes." Hinata panicked; putting the pen and notepad on the side table, she quickly raced to get under the covers and lay down before the person on the other side walked in.
Poking his head through the door, a worried face appeared from the moon's light, "Lady Hinata, are you alright? I heard talking in here. Are you ill?" An eyebrow raised.
"H-Hansuke." Hinata smiled, "N-No, I-I'm n-not i-ill, I-I'm c-completely f-fine."
"Good, good. Maybe it was just my imagination." The young boy shook his head, "Well, it is late; everyone is going to bed, including me; there will be no one in the halls after I leave." Hansuke said before he turned to leave; he poked his head in once again, "So please do make sure I am the last one in the hall after I leave." He gave Hinata a stern look.
"I-It I-is n-not m-me y-you s-should b-be s-saying t-that t-to." She gave a light laugh.
"You're right; I should go see Hanabi." Nodding his head, "I'll see you in the morning; good night Lady Hinata." Hansuke gave a little bow before he closed the door firmly behind him.
Hinata let go of a breath of contentment. Sitting up once more, she looked at the notepad beside her; reaching over, she grabbed the pad and held it firmly between her hands. She had Gaara's number, or she was hoping it was his. The woman that was known as Ino and claimed to be Sakura's friend could be playing a game of sorts; maybe even Gaara himself played a minor role in this get-Hinata-to-fall-head-over-heels-with-him-and-then-do-a-Nar
Hinata sighed; she had the decision to make. A decision that would affect her significantly or devastatingly seemed like a challenging prospect.
Looking at the phone that rested between her and the pillow, she pondered whether or not she should give Gaara a call. Picking the phone up, she bit her lip and typed in the numbers; she had cancelled several times before; on the eighth, she pressed the dial, and the dial tones rang.
Gaara walked through the streets aimlessly, strolling through the alleyways and dark corners, the usual damp wet concert and cracked pavements. His hands in his pockets and shoes filled with stones, the mean black sky just edging to rain a cold atmosphere.
Shaking his head at the tiny droplets escaping the cracked roofs of the houses he passed, he dodged and stridden past the few people walking so late at night, more so in this neighbourhood. Of course, Gaara has or is never scared of the district; the area should be scared of him.
He saw a gang of boys shaking hands and handing out stuff to each other, a few kids running in the puddles and curbs of the street. Women hanging clothing on the pole lines next to each other's houses and, of course, the few people slumped on the ground drowning in substances they've taken.
Gaara hated the fact that there were and are so many drug dealers and drug users in his neighbourhood, but alas, nothing could beat his hatred for whores, and they were a lot on this street.
Strolling through the alleyway where his home was, he stopped by the door, "Shukaku!" He called.
Hearing the heavy strides and the angry growl, the dog came nonetheless.
Patting Shukaku behind the ears, Gaara unlocked the door and walked in with the dog tailing behind. Shoving the door closed, he walked over to the bench and slung the bag on his back on the table; silver cans of dog food spilled out of the bag and on the counter.
"I got you some food," Gaara called from over his shoulder to the dog; Shukaku pushed the bowl to Gaara with his head.
"It's not that pleasant of stuff." He grabbed the bowl Shukaku pushed over to him and reached over the counter to grab a spoon before opening the can and scooping the lot in Shukaku's bowl, "Here." He put the bowl down and watched as the dog ate it.
Gaara pushed the bag aside, jumped over the counter, and opened the fridge, hitting the kitchen counter. "Hmm." He grabbed a can of Mountain Drew and closed the fridge door, "I guess I can have bread." Shaking his head, he held the loaf of stale bread and ate a couple of pieces.
Fuck. I need to remember to get food. Gaara thought, giving a distasteful look at the stale bread.
Sighing, he clapped his hands from the stale bread and threw the rest in the bin. Jumping over the counter again to the bathroom and being mindful of the boxes that littered the floor, he squeezed his way into the small bathroom. Stripping himself of the wet clothes, he turned the tap on and jumped straight in, not caring about the temperature.
He pondered under the shower spray; water prickled his skin like tiny raindrops.
Hinata.
One word or one person. The one person to pop into his mind unexpectedly and so suddenly, he didn't know if he felt utter grief or the weird sort of... Contentment. He wasn't familiar with other emotions besides anger, anguish, and pain. All that is ever known.
And yet this one little girl seemed to give him another entirely different emotion, and he could not comprehend how to contain and control himself around her; everything he sees or thinks appears to wash away with the look of her beautiful, delicate face.
Except the little devil monster called Hanabi ticked him off more than Naruto, and that's saying something. She ate his sandwich, annoyed him and stopped him from talking some more with the peal-eyed beauty, as well as the Sakura-bitch Naruto fucked.
Punching the shower wall, he steadied himself on the tiled wall. Fuck I'm going to have to fix that. Turning the knob of the shower off, he stepped out and grabbed a towel hanging on the rack. Drying himself off, he tied the towel around his waist and walked out of the room, being mindful again of the littered floor.
Gaara knew he should get a bigger apartment or anything at the very least liveable. Still, he liked how the people feared and respected him, he was the big guy in the neighbourhood, and no one would dare walk into his crappy little apartment; he didn't hold a variable.
But, also, he didn't have the money; he barely had enough money to feed himself, let alone Shukaku; even with his winning with Sasuke, it just wasn't enough.
Fuck. Gaara cursed, rubbing his shin he hit when jumping over the counter, Maybe I should clean this shit off the floor, and I wouldn't have to be mindful of my fucking step! Growling, he walked off the counter and went to the window to clothe himself. Putting on a clean pair of boxers, he plopped himself down on the tiny mattress.
Fuck, what a day. Gaara's mind was once again drifting to the pearl-eyed girl; every time he was alone with just a second of his thoughts, she would plague his mind and bury herself in his mind just so that, when an opportunity presented itself, she would be, once again, on his mind.
Taking a deep breath, he closed his eye and relaxed his body, forgetting, for a moment, of the pearl-eyed girl and everything that happened today, with the she-devil Hanabi, crazy bitch Sakura and the crazy neurotic friend Naruto; just a moment of peace and silence, a moment where nothing and no one was involved, just him and-
RING, RING, RING.
Gaara opened his eyes. Staring at the offending object known as his phone, he stared as if it was a living thing, staring so hard he would scare it away.
Who the fuck would call me so late? Gaara answered harshly. He looked at the clock on his phone that was visible; I don't fucking know who this person is; it's not Naruto. Grabbing the phone that lay visible under his jacket, he answered, "The fuck do you want?"
"U-Um..." He heard a timid voice on the other end.
"What? You fucking called; now fucking answer me!" Gaara yelled through the phone.
"U-Um... S-Sorry... I-I-I, I-It's... I-Its... Hina... Hina." The voice stuttered over the phone.
"My patience is wearing thin." He ground his teeth.
"H-H-Hinata." The voice said boldly.
Gaara's heart skipped a beat.
Hinata.
Hinata, how the fuck did she get his number? It didn't matter. She has it and has called him; she called him! Shaking his head, he cleared all the thoughts running through his head.
"Sorry...Sorry." Gaara apologised; Shit, I'm apologising. He shook his head.
"U-Um, I-I... I-I g-got y-your n-n-number..." She squeaked.
"Yes... I see you have."
"I-If y-you a-are b-busy I-I c-can c-call a-another t-time..." She trailed.
"No, no, it's fine. I just... Didn't know it was you on the other end was all..." He slapped his forehand; could he be any dense?
"O-Oh... I... I-I c-called t-to a-ask... T-To a-ask I-If y-you w-wanted t-to h-hang o-out s-sometime... M-Maybe..." He could hear the loud breathing and the surely hurried heartbeat.
"W-Well..." Gaara stuttered; he was put on the spot, and his heart leapt out of his chest. This feeling... What the hell is it? Gaara struggled to conjure up words to her answer, a fast yes or a long yes, whatever one he would surely not be audible to her ears or even his.
"W-Well, we... Could..."
"G-Great." He heard a faint swallow and lick of dry lips.
"I-I'm free tomorrow at the dojo... If you want to, pop in and... See me." He shrugged his shoulders, "Oh, you know, whatever suits you." He said plainly.
"I-I w-would l-love t-to." He could almost see the smile, the tiny lips curling upwards and showing her perfect white teeth, "I-I'll... S-See y-you, t-tomorrow... I-I guess."
"Yeah." He let out a breath.
"S-See y-you t-there, b-bye... H-Have a-a g-good n-night." She whispered.
"You too." He heard the line click going dead, but he still held the phone.
He was going to see Hinata again. Again. This time it would just be them both together. No Naruto, No devil Hanabi and certainly no Sakura. Just the both of them.
Smirking, he put the phone down and rolled over the thin mattress. Closing his eyes, he slept a blissful dream of him and the pearl-eyed girl. He was undoubtedly looking forward to the day ahead.
I know it's a bit cheesy at the end, and certainly a little bit short. But I wanted to get this chapter out as my internet may be down, hopefully not, and I have no idea when it will be put back on. So please enjoy, R/R.