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It Was You, Hinata	By : Rockrgrl4 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1846 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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                 Hello again everybody!!!!

            Since I’ve said most everything that needed to be said when I updated with the last chapter, I’ll just go right on ahead and get down to business.
            Enjoy!
            -Kas.

            Bright and early the next morning, Temari was standing outside of Hinata’s door. The two had agreed to meet up for an early breakfast before they had to head to their respectable duties. While Hinata was heading westward toward the irrigation project, Temari would be walking Southeast toward the dunes, and the food market was conveniently located on the way out of the gates. The two girls had agreed to meet for breakfast to talk over how their missions were going and how Hinata was doing in Suna. They hadn’t had the chance to talk at all lately, and for the most part they just wanted to catch up. Temari had been excited at the prospect of talking with Hinata, and she had thought that Hinata had felt the same.
            Until Hinata had failed to show up…they were supposed to meet 20 minutes ago.
            Normally Temari wouldn’t have bothered disturbing her, but they were both due to be at their respectable mission sites in 15 minutes, and if Hinata had accidentally slept in or something was wrong, Temari wanted to make sure she was conscious and/or okay. So, here Temari stood in front of Hinata’s doorway, knocking and not receiving an answer.
            After the third knock and no answer, Temari’s notorious temper flared. Calling chakra into her foot and with a great shriek of fury, she planted her foot in the middle of Hinata’s bedroom door and sent it flying into the abyss of the Hyuga girl’s room.
            For a few moments, nothing happened. Temari glanced around the now lit room (the sun was already up), trying to locate her friend. After a quick sweep, she found not one, but two figures nestled in the indigo-haired girl’s bed. One of them had bright red hair, similar to a brilliant, vibrant flame.
            When it all clicked, Temari did the only thing a big sister could do in that situation.
            She screamed.


“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.” Temari sat in Gaara’s office, directly across from his desk. Shaking slightly, Temari’s form was bent over, her elbows on her knees, and her eyes slammed tightly shut. She held a small paper cup tightly in her hands, although the water it contained still remained untouched.
            “T-T-Temari-san, it’s alright, really-,” an indigo haired woman stuttered from the corner, trying to comfort the distraught blonde. “I know it wasn’t the best way to find out, but-”
            Suddenly, water sloshed over the sides of the cup and onto the Kazekage’s office floor, and a whimper was heard from the blonde leaning over in her chair. A hysterical laugh escaped her after she managed to somewhat compose herself and she barely managed, “It was the WORST way, Hinata…the WORST way!” Another whimper escaped her and she stabbed her eyes shut again, more water sloshing out of her cup. “The last thing I need or want to see is my brother and my best friend in bed together…NAKED!”
            “Temari,” a red-headed kazekage finally spoke, “you need to calm down. I’m sorry-”
            “SORRY? YOU’RE sorry!” A hysterical Temari shouted, “You both could have given me a heads up! You could have got your asses out of bed when you heard me knocking! You could have LET ME KNOW YOU WERE IN A RELATIONSHIP-”
            “CALM DOWN, TEMARI!” Gaara uncharacteristically shouted, “You’re only making things worse!”
            Hinata sat still in the corner, her face in her hands. Never in her life had she been more embarrassed than she was right now. Things couldn’t get much worse.
            BANG!
            “Yo, Gaara!” A cheerful Kankuro called from the office’s doorway, “Can I talk to you for a sec-” Stopping dead in his tracks after seeing the tension in the room, he nervously laughed, “Geeze, did I catch you at a bad time?”
            A hysterical laugh from Temari and a weak whimper from Hinata were the only replies Kankuro received. An exasperated Gaara, no longer finding the strength to resist the temptation, sighed heavily and buried his face in his hands. Knowing the game was up before it had even begun, Gaara managed, “Come on in Kankuro…and you might want to sit down.”
            Little did Kankuro know this was one family meeting he wished he could have missed.

            Finally, Gaara and Hinata were alone in his office. A delighted and amused Kankuro expressed his congratulations to Hinata and Gaara (with a few crude remarks and winks in Gaara’s direction), and finally managed to get Temari out of her chair. Pale, ashen and still slightly shaking, the Kazekage’s normally fearless and strong older sister drew several strange looks, especially since she was supported by one of her younger brothers. On the way out of the office building, several people (who were Gaara’s close associates) ran upstairs to see what was going on with the Kazekage and his siblings, but Gaara managed to pass off her “illness” as a bad meal she must have eaten. So, several well-wishers and sympathetic remarks later, Gaara and Hinata sat in chairs in his office…he behind his desk and she still hidden in the corner in her shame.
            Finally, Gaara said something to try and break the unbearable silence, “Hinata, I-”
            “Don’t you dare apologize, Gaara.” A mortified Hyuuga mumbled from between her hands, which were currently burying her face. With a quick exhaling of breath, she slid her hands down her face and into her lap, keeping her eyes closed. With a deep breath, she opened her eyes, and fixed them on him for the first time since Kankuro had entered the room. “This is entirely my fault. I should have been more careful, and now we have had the most EMBARRASSING experience with your siblings…I’ve just never had to do anything like this before, and I didn’t know how to handle anything like this. Gaara, I’m so sorry…” The girl closed her eyes once more. She wasn’t necessarily distraught or ready to cry, just ashamed. With her shoulders slumped, the girl hung her head and leaned against the edge of the small table in the corner of the room.
            Gaara sighed and got up from his desk, taking her into his arms. He drew her into his chest tightly, and nuzzled his nose into her hair before softly speaking, “Hime, it’s not your fault. They needed to find out, and it was only a matter of time. I shouldn’t have been so careless with you, I’ll admit, but I don’t regret anything. You don’t regret it, do you?” he asked. He clutched her tighter and slightly rocked her, trying to give her the support that he knew she needed.
            “No,” she slightly laughed, and sniffled into his neck, “Like I said…I just wish I knew how to handle everything better. I’m sorry I embarrassed you, Gaara. I’ve just been making everything worse.”
            “No, hime…no you haven’t.” Gaara frowned, rubbing her back slightly, “You don’t even realize all of the things you’ve done for me, do you?”
            “No,” Hinata stated simply, and pulled herself tighter into his chest, “I don’t.”
            Gaara smiled at the soft, delicate beauty in his arms, and rested his head on top of hers, smiling in contentment. “Well,” he replied, a genuine chuckle escaping his lips, “one day I’ll have to tell you.”

            Later that night, Gaara was sitting in his office, signing some last minute paperwork, when a frantic chuunin and anbu ran in the room.
            Recognizing the two and the urgency their uninvited presence would mean, he instantly rose to his feet, his expression completely somber. “What is it?” he steadily questioned.
            “Gaara-sama,” the chuunin gasped, clutching his side, “The body of Raiden Asuhara was discovered by the southern patrol this morning.”
            Angered, Gaara shot back, “Why was I not informed of this this morning, then? What have you idiots been doing all day?”
            The Anbu finally stepped in, “Kazekage-sama, it seems that the body was discovered by a new chuunin patrol. None of the patrol members this morning engaged the criminal during the last attack on Suna, so they did not realize the importance of their discovery. I identified him when I was ordered into the morgue just now to retrieve some documents for the Anbu office.”
            “It was then that we came straight to you, Kazekage-sama,” the chuunin gushed, “forgive me for not realizing-”
            “Nothing can be done about it now,” Gaara said quietly. His temper had calmed a tiny bit, but he was still heavily irritated that he was not informed of this sooner. “Show me the body. I want to be briefed immediately on the entire situation.”

            Meanwhile, Temari was in Hinata’s room. Gaara had given the two women the day off to…well, recover from the shock of the morning, and the two had spent it together talking. Much like now, Temari was still in disbelief that Gaara and Hinata were actually together, and Hinata was grateful that Temari had seemed to calm down from her shock. If anything was more embarrassing than your best friend catching you with her younger brother, it was watching her freak out all day about it. Still, Hinata had put on a brave face, and it seemed to have paid off. At least now she and Temari could have an intelligent conversation together.
            It was almost evening, and-as previously mentioned-the two were in Hinata’s room. Temari was sitting gingerly on the end of Hinata’s bed (trying to ignore the nagging thoughts about what had transpired there only the evening before, although she knew that the sheets had already been changed by the house’s staff). Hinata was standing and gathering things that she would need for the shower she was getting ready to take.
            “I still can’t believe you and Gaara are together,” Temari said for the thousandth time, “I mean I knew you two liked each other, but I never expected it to move along this quickly!”
            Hinata sighed, the urge to blush gone. After hearing it over and over again all day, it was hard even for the “delicate” young Hyuuga to conjure up the energy to be embarrassed about it anymore. “Temari,” she started, “I’ve told you before that it’s slowly been coming to this for several years…and if I’m going to be completely honest with you, he came to me last night. I wasn’t expecting anything to happen.”
            Instantly, Temari’s eyebrows shot up. Gaara came to her? Interesting.
            “Why did he come to you?” the blonde asked, clearly stunned yet interested.
            Hinata smiled softly while she reached in her bag to grab her hairbrush…after last night she would make sure to never forget to brush it after a shower again. By the time she and Gaara were done the next thing she knew she had woken up to a knotted mess and it took almost a half an hour to brush through.
            “I didn’t know at the time, Temari,” the Indigo haired girl giggled, “but this morning we were talking in his office and I saw a list of names on his desk, and they were all marked out with red ink. I asked him about it, but he got this dark look on his face, and when he left the room for a minute to talk with another office’s secretary since Seiji-san is still on vacation, I saw quite a few letters in the garbage bin. I didn’t read them, although I was sorely tempted to. I think they might have something to do with it.”
            Temari grinned knowingly. She had been through the same thing when she turned eighteen. Putting on an innocent expression, she asked, “Did they have clan seals on them? I know you’re probably unfamiliar with the shinobi clans of Suna, but I’m sure you could identify if they were sealed and printed on expensive paper and whatnot. I mean, you’re a Hyuuga-no offense,” she smirked, “But you know how clans are.”
            Hinata bit her lip and peeked up underneath her eyelashes at her friend, nodding. “I believe them to have been clan letters,” Hinata spoke, but she quickly averted her eyes and went back to rifling through her pack again. She knew better than to get involved in foreign clan politics.
            Temari grinned and opened her mouth to say something, but she was stopped when something fell out of Hinata’s pack as the girl tried to remove one of her nightshirts. It was a small yellow envelope, sealed, and unaddressed.
            Temari’s eyes went wide and looked up at Hinata, who appeared to have not noticed what had just happened. The blonde jumped off the bed, eyes wide, and turned toward the girl opposite her. “Hinata!” Temari yelled, and the elder girl’s tone had changed enough to draw Hinata’s attention immediately.
            Hinata’s eyes shot open and she straightened up, Byakugan activated. After a quick survey of her room, the floor, and then the building (all with no indications of a threat), she turned back to Temari, Byakugan still activated. “Temari, what’s wrong?” she asked, her tone authoritative and ready for action.
            Temari raised her fingers to her lips and nodded toward the tiny envelope on the bed. When Hinata saw it, her eyes widened slightly, but she thoroughly checked it with her Byakugan just in case. Her search revealed no paper bombs or other traps or explosives, but the two girls could not take a chance. Hinata nodded to Temari, who immediately did the necessary seals and two guards were at the two girls’ sides in an instant, in a defensive position and poised for an attack.
            “Stand down Kado…Reizo,” Temari said, nodding to each of the men. They eased up and nodded back, showing their respect, and Temari continued, “There are no intruders in the room, but we seem to have a smaller, but equally dangerous threat.” She nodded toward the envelope on the bed. “This just fell out of Hinata’s pack. Neither she nor I placed it there, and it could be the reason the female prisoner was in the village. I want it examined immediately.”
            Within just a few minutes there were at least ten highly trained and skilled ninja in the room, taking photos, gathering evidence, and carefully preparing to remove the envelope from the room. Temari and Hinata were moved into the hallway for their own safety, and Hinata once again had her head buried in her hands. Temari was talking to a couple of guards, trying to persuade them to leave Hinata unquestioned for the night, while also having an arm around the girl, trying to keep her from snapping on all of the shinobi currently going through her personal items.
            “What the hell is going on?” A completely infuriated voice shouted from the end of the hallway, and as Temari looked up she saw none other than her youngest brother briskly making their way toward them, flanked by two more shinobi. Unsurprisingly, as soon as he was close enough, he ripped Hinata out of Temari’s grip and clutched her tightly against his own chest. After a few seconds of questioning Hinata and determining her physical and emotional state, he rounded on the guards who were formerly speaking with Temari. Sporting a possessive fury that could only be comprehended by the likes of Naruto, Gaara quietly asked with deadly intention, “You had better answer my question, because I wanted an answer almost thirty seconds ago! Now, what the fuck is going on here?”
            Sensing the aura around her little brother, Temari decided to intervene and spare the guards’ careers…and possibly their freedom, because jail wasn’t entirely out of the question if they didn’t answer Gaara soon. She responded, “Hinata and I were in her room talking, and as she was getting some things out of her pack, a small yellow, unaddressed envelope fell out. The shinobi here are surveying the area and removing the envelope until we know that it’s safe.”
            Gaara closed his eyes, his jaw set tightly from anger and irritation. After a few moments of calming himself down a little more, he turned to the smaller of the two shinobi he had come with and addressed him menacingly, “If I am not informed of important things such as this immediately from now on, there will be dire consequences for whomever is responsible. Make a note of it and make sure a notice is sent around.”
            The chuunin gulped, his eyes wide as saucers as he nodded frantically. “Y-yes Kazekage-sama. I will ensure it!”
            “Good,” Gaara snarled, and he returned his attention back to the female in his arms. He once again appraised her mental state, and he pulled her tighter into his chest, tucking his chin on top of her head. This action surprised the guards who observed this new possessive behavior, but they seemed to realize what this meant quickly enough. A couple of them even smiled slightly, though the situation preventing any of them from truly rejoicing in their Kazekage’s newfound relationship.
            At that moment several shinobi emerged from Hinata’s room, the first carrying the perpetrating envelope and the last carrying Hinata’s bag. Gaara’s eyes narrowed and he called out to the latter. “You do not need her entire wardrobe,” the redheaded Kazekage fumed, “I will see to it that it is examined, but you do not need to be snooping through her things in the process.”
            The shinobi only nodded, handing over the bag to Gaara. The nameless shinobi bowed slightly to his Kage, and quickly spun on his heel, following the rest of the shinobi out of Hinata’s room. It was now completely evacuated.
            Gaara gave a stern look to the guards standing next to Temari, and ordered them to keep watch over Hinata tonight. They were to stand outside the door only, and only enter when she called for their assistance or there were obvious indicators of trouble coming from inside the room. After the two guards nodded their acceptance of their assigned task, he turned to Temari. “You are dismissed, Onee-chan. Thank you for watching over Hinata during this. I-”he cut himself off, closing his eyes, “I greatly appreciate it.”
            Temari only smiled, patting Gaara on the shoulder lightly a couple of times, “I know you do, Otouto-chan. Good night.”
            “Good night.” Gaara nodded and watched his sister return to her own room. It seemed as if she and Shikamaru were going to stay in the house with them tonight. That was an excellent benefit on his behalf-more shinobi in the house at a time like this was better for everyone involved.
            “Come on Hinata,” Gaara said, removing his head from atop of hers and pulling back slightly from their embrace so that he could look her in the eye, “you can sleep in my room tonight. I’m going to be in my office all night dealing with some new developments, but rest assured you will be safe. If there are any problems,” he cut off his speech to give the two guards left a stern look, “then one of these shinobi will let me know.” To emphasize his point, Gaara gave them a hard glare, his nostrils flaring with his current displeasure about his staff’s response time. The two shinobi gave an audible gulp, and both nodded their understanding.
            As soon as Hinata was safely resting in his room, Gaara started to make his way toward his office. Immediately after turning the corner, Gaara stopped and faced the wall, putting his hand out to support his weight. He slowly leaned his head against the grainy surface of the structure and took several deep, even breaths to calm himself down. It seemed he now had a legitimate problem with establishing authority (with security issues such as this, it was more likely than not his council…he and Baki would handle them, though). Not to mention all the problems surfacing with the threat on his village and Hinata. He knew he would allow no harm to come to either of them, but when he had a communication problem like he did this afternoon, who is to know what could happen? When he rounded that corner earlier today and saw so many shinobi in Hinata’s room, he could honestly say he felt as if he had had a heart attack. He had no idea what was going on, because he was missing information….information that his own staff was not relinquishing to him! This was every Kage’s nightmare.
            He knew he had to get over these problems, because if he was going to protect Hinata, his siblings, this village, then he needed to know what was going on, when, why, how, and where! If he didn’t know that, how was he supposed to make intelligent, informed decisions and call his shinobi into action?
            He couldn’t. It was as simple as that. The village of Suna would stand no chance against an attack or their enemies if their leader was not in command. It seemed that he now needed to find a way to communicate that fact.
            Worrying about Hinata would have to wait. It seemed that now he needed to rely on his siblings more than ever, because they were going to have to really help him get through this. Since they knew of he and Hinata’s relationship already, it would make it a lot less awkward for him to ask them to help keep an eye on her, which was a major plus to the situation. It would cause fewer problems for everyone. Luckily they were all closer than ever; they had especially grown together over the past few years. Every day Gaara learned more and more that there would probably never be a time in his life when he stopped needing his siblings, and they wouldn’t even be there to begin with if it hadn’t been for Hinata.
            “Kami,” Gaara breathed, clawing at the hardened clay wall and clenching his now mud encrusted nails into his palms, drawing blood, “Hinata, no matter what happens, please stay safe.”
            His plea sounded almost like a prayer.

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            -K.
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