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It Was You, Hinata	By : Rockrgrl4 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1843 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hey peeps!
            I am currently on Christmas break (as I’m sure you all are as well), so I’m taking advantage of it (somewhat) for updating. I hope to update more soon, but I’m taking two interim classes so I have to kinda work in some writing. More on that later…for now, back to chapter 17 of my fic It Was You, Hinata!

            It was still dark outside of the windows of the Kazekage’s suite when Hinata awoke from her slumber. Moonlight streamed in the room, touching a narrow path on the floorboards and leading up to the sheets in which she was currently tangled, her hand fisting them into a neat bunch around her fingers. It was through this pale unearthly glow of the moon’s rays that the young Hyuuga could make out shapes against the wall--furniture that was both unfamiliar in detail and placement. To say that waking up in unfamiliar surroundings startled the Hyuuga would be an understatement, but what surprised her the most was the feel of strong arms wrapped around her midsection, the sensation of a hard chest pressed tightly against her back.
            While initially startled, it took the young woman only a moment for her mind to process where she was and with whom she was currently entangled, and when the realization set in (and of course, the memories of their rooftop adventure only hours previous), the Hyuuga girl only closed her eyes in bliss and relaxed into her boyfriend’s hold once again. She rarely got to spend time with Gaara as it was; she knew to savor what moments she had with him, even if they only came after random encounters that the two found themselves sharing more and more frequently.
            Forcing herself to move her head off of her pillow, she glanced at the alarm clock that sat neatly on Gaara’s bedside table; it read 4:36 A.M, and Hinata resisted the urge forcibly bury her head face-first into Gaara’s pillow. She had only fallen asleep about 45 minutes ago, and she had to be at work at 6:45! Was she ever going to get any sleep?
            Ensuring that she was being very quiet and careful not to make any more movement than necessary, the Hyuuga woman turned onto her other side so that she was now facing her sleeping boyfriend and quite suddenly found that she had lost the ability to breathe. The moonlight’s rays reflected off of his sweet face only enhanced his beauty, bringing out the very best characteristics of his form. High cheekbones, a beautiful pale complexion, and soft, full lips…each made the Hyuuga girl want to kiss him all over, but something more disturbing caught her attention. Dark circles under Gaara’s—her Gaara’s—eyes were also enhanced in the white light filling the bed, and an uncontrollable worry similarly filled the Hyuuga’s heart. He had been working late again, worrying about her. Why did he push himself so hard?
            Closing her eyes, Hinata leaned into his form further, and it was a tribute to his own exhaustion that his inner shinobi didn’t immediately awaken at the movement. It didn’t take long for Hinata to fade either, despite the worry still unsettling her consciousness. Dark eyelashes once again settled themselves upon snow white cheeks, and the last thing she saw before waking the next morning was her boyfriend’s soft sleepy expression.

            Stalking through the hallways of the Kazekage mansion, an experienced member of Suna’s ANBU made his way to Hyuuga Hinata’s room. He knew she was not in her room; he could sense the absence of any sort of chakra from inside that particular room even from two floors below his destination. If he had particularly cared—which he didn’t, really—he would make his way for the Kazekage’s chambers, where he knew she was currently resting, but his motive was not to harm the Hyuuga girl. Not yet, anyway.
            As he rounded the corner and into another hallway—the one leading to the Hyuuga girl’s bedroom—he allowed the corner of his ANBU mask to slip—the likeness of an otter falling sideways in an almost animalistic display of confusion. A grin—uncharacteristic of this particular shinobi—formed on the ANBU’s rugged, scarred face, as he calmly and stealthily opened the bedroom door and stepped inside, shutting the door behind him as he went. As soon as the door clicked in place, hiding the man’s misdeeds to the unsuspecting ANBU on patrol elsewhere around the mansion, it was too late. Soft laughter came from within the room as the ANBU shinobi inside the room realized he was really in the clear. Golden eyes flickered for a moment before glowing a little bit brighter.

            A tired Kankuro made his rounds around the perimeter of sector A, a small section of businesses and homes separated by surveyors from generations past. Sector A has and always will contain the office building of the Kazekage, and most of the other general assembly buildings within the village. The Kazekage’s mansion was in Sector D, several streets over. It was a rather ingenious system, actually, the way the maps of Suna operated. Most of the frequently targeted buildings were divided into separate “Sectors” now, in order to avoid confusion which had been similarly encountered in the past.
            With Crow strapped to his back, Kankuro quietly and stealthily made his way around the corners and alleyways that he now knew by heart. He had been raised within these streets—there was not one crevice unfamiliar to him, and this was a great advantage to him as a guard shinobi. He knew to check the places of which other patrollers remained ignorant.
            Silhouetted against a moonlit sky, the middle sand sibling ducked into an alleyway that had been once frequented by a civilian street gang before they had moved their operation elsewhere; blood still stained the walls of the structures nearby, the only remnants of the fights that had once taken place there. Besides upturned garbage cans and a couple of dumpsters, nothing was out of the ordinary that Kankuro could see, but he wasn’t a high-caliber shinobi for nothing.
            Lesson #1: Never trust your eyes.
            Kankuro scanned the alleyway, his senses heightened as he took one cautious step forward after another. His hand subconsciously wrapped itself around a kunai in his belt, the cool metal not even coming close to matching the biting chill of the night air of the desert.
            Suddenly, his ears picked up on the sound of water plopping on the ground. Kankuro’s eyebrows furrowed; it very rarely rains in the desert, and even more rarely does it rain enough to leave a puddle.
            It hadn’t rained that night, either.
            Stepping backward and only after quickly sensing for other chakra’s nearby did he stoop down to touch what he had stepped in, and even in the white light of the moon he immediately recognized what was on his fingers and the ground. Blood.
            He checked for other chakras again, this time with much more precision, and was surprised to find a weak, very weak chakra signature behind one of the dumpsters in front of him. No wonder he hadn’t picked it up before…whoever it was had lost a lot of chakra—and blood if they had bled out past the dumpster like that. If they were alive, they would need medical assistance immediately if they had any hope of surviving, and Kankuro immediately leapt behind the dumpster to help whoever it was.
            “Hello, are you hurt? I—SHIT! Temari!”

            “Where is Shikamaru?” A controlled yet distraught voice echoed through a busy hallway. “Why isn’t he here?”
            “I don’t know! I couldn’t find him this morning; he wasn’t at their house or in their room at the mansion—” A second voice sounded, more upset than the first.
            “What happened?” Another voice demanded, much more controlled and authoritative than the previous two interrupted, and Gaara and Kankuro respectively turned to look at the newest person joining their discussion. “Baki-sensei!” they both breathed, somewhat relieved.
            “Answer the question, damn it!” Baki growled in annoyance. He had just been released from prison a half hour ago; another victim shinobi had been taken, and with Baki jailed at the time the crime was committed it had been enough to prove his innocence to the Kazekage. After being forced to take a quick shower and change at the prison facility, he was taken to the hospital where he was informed of Temari’s state, and now the Sand shinobi was pissed and very, very worried. He wanted answers.
            No one hurts his little girl and gets away with it.
            “I don’t know what happened, Baki-sensei,” Kankuro answered solemnly from his position in one of the hospital’s waiting room chairs, “I was on patrol this morning, and I found her an alley, bleeding to death. She was in bad shape when I found her, and she’s been in surgery for several hours now…that’s all I know.”
            “Hinata’s taking care of her,” Gaara added, closing his eyes, “She said she was in critical condition, and she’ll tell us more after she completes her examination.” The youngest sand sibling, although his eyes were closed, still had not completely perfected hiding his feelings from his sensei. Baki could tell that he was worried—immensely so. The boy’s arms were folded tightly against his chest, and although he tried to hide it, his hands were clenching and unclenching rather unceremoniously. His jaw line was unusually taught with tension, and there was a slight, almost invisible grinding of his teeth from side to side. Whenever Baki would see Gaara upset badly enough he would start to grind his teeth, he would have to resist the urge to give a slight smile. Baki would never tell any of the Suna siblings this because he knew that they would feel strongly about something even so simple, but their father would do the exact same thing when upset about something.
            “Well then,” Baki shifted from his position against the doorframe to take a seat near Kankuro, “I suppose we’ll just have to wait now, won’t we?”
            A nervous, but welcome silence settled over the three men as they waited for news on the woman they had all grown to love in one way or another. It was unsettling to think of someone so bright and feisty as being injured badly enough to be left nearly dead in an alley in the depths of her own home village. The thought disturbed all three men. What kind of enemy were they facing?
            One thought lingered among the three men more than all others, though: Where was her husband? The one who had pledged his life to her, and to whom she had pledged her own when they were married three years ago? It was no secret that even after the years separating their marriage they were still very much in love, so the three men did not doubt for even a second Shikamaru’s love for her, but what in the world would cause him to disappear like that?
            There was a sneaking suspicion in all three men’s minds…one they did not want to consider, but ultimately knew was most likely their answer. Temari and Shikamaru were not normally early risers…even among shinobi standards, and both had left their room before even Gaara had awoken to resume his duties as Kazekage for the day.
Foul play was obviously involved, but how? And if Temari was found on the verge of death, wherever Shikamaru was now…how did that bode for him?
All the three shinobi men could do is wait, and hope that whatever higher power there was would spare their small family of the hurt they would soon face.

            Alright, that’s all for now. I’ll try to update ASAP, and hopefully that’ll be before I go back to work Jan 3^rd. Sorry for the awful timeline on my updating; as inconvenient as it is for you, it’s also inconvenient for me as well. Try to keep up with me, and please refrain from hurting me until AFTER the fic is concluded. :P LOL!
            I do have good news, though! I’m starting to write a novel! :3 Yes, you heard me right…a novel! I have an awesome idea for one and solid characters to work with, so I figured what the hell? I’ve only been practicing with writing fanfiction for several years now, so why shouldn’t I at least try to get something going for myself? I’ll give you more details later when things get more developed, although there definitely won’t be any rush in completing this novel. I have other obligations to finish before I finish something such as that. You know…like some fanfics I have yet to finish! LOL!
            Every time I go back to re-read this fic, I see my writing style and abilities progress before my eyes. Years of writing practice invested in this fic, and it’s left some holes and some things in this fic that just makes me want to tear my hair out over. Still, I don’t want to leave you all hanging; I’m going to finish this fic and give you the conclusion you’ve all been waiting for, and then after I finish the fic I will go back from the beginning and edit/add to some of the chapters that are missing things. Then, it shall be better. J Yosh!
            As always, review and let me know what you think! Love you all!
-Kasie.
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