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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 guys!

So I've got some bad news…I got in my first car wreck the other day.

I swerved to miss a dog, but wound up 4 foot in a ditch…but I am fine, so on with the description! Lol!

Sorry I haven't updated in forever. School started and I've been trying to get some homework done and get back in the school-time groove. I'd say I'm officially used to it by now, so I'll be posting more often than I have been. Hopefully.

Either way, here's chapter 5 of my ongoing fanfic, "It Was You, Hinata". Hope you enjoy!

Hinata sat in silent thought, peering out her guest bedroom's window in the Kazekage's mansion. Sand was splayed across the landscape, and she could barely make out some of the tiny grains on the windowpane due to the diminishing light of the setting sun. She could see people bustling around, running their last errands of the day and closing up shops as the sun finally disappeared on the horizon, taking with it the beating rays of the blistering sun. The citizens of Sunagakure slowly made their way into their houses, saying their last goodbyes to friends and family before disappearing into the dome-like structures they called homes. So different was Suna from Konoha.

So different was the climate. Konoha's rich green countryside provided life for many different species of plants and other vegetation. It was a thriving environment, rich with nutrients, water, and wildlife, and it provided the perfect living environment for Konoha citizens. The mild climate was comfortable, and that was why so many people had taken residence there when the village was first established.

Suna, however, was a deathtrap.

Its climate was almost unbearable. It was stifling hot during the day. The sun's rays beat down on your skin brutally, burning and weathering the flesh. At night, when the sun would disappear and the heat along with it, it would get absolutely frigid. Due to the lack of water sources in the immediate area, the heat had nowhere to go. Water sources, such as lakes, ponds, and oceans retain the heat the sun provides during the day, and this helps maintain a mild climate in most areas. However, Suna was a desert, and had little to no water and vegetation. The lack of water created a drastic difference in temperature during the day and night-sometimes as much as 60 degrees.

Hinata was not suited for life in Sunagakure, but that did not stop her from loving it any less.

Although the climate was harsh, Hinata could see an inner beauty. The citizens were very much dedicated to the well-being of their village, much like Konoha's will of fire, and they were very loyal to one another. It seemed as if most of the families had known each other since birth, and then entire village seemed more like a close-knit community than a collection of people such as Konoha. This added a certain charm to the village, and Hinata was one of the few to ever cross Suna's borders and truly appreciate it.

The people of Suna were very weary of Hinata at first, because she was a foreigner, but in the past week several had warmed up to her. They asked her questions about her home, her life, and how she was liking Suna-it was hard to believe these people were ever unkind or an enemy to Konoha, but the only reason they had been so was because they were under the tyrannical rule of the Fourth Kazekage, Gaara's own father, at the time.

Her first week at the Suna's hospital was a perfect example of this.

Some of the hospital staff was extremely against her being there, because of Gaara's father's beliefs. Some-admittedly only a few, but some-were still loyal to the Fourth Kazekage, rather than his son. They believed he had been doing what was right for their country, rather than a result of him trying to accomplish his own agenda. So, in the past week those mentioned few showed their disapproval of her being there. They were acting like children: throwing things, playing stupid and not doing their jobs, blaming problems on her "poor management skills", and Hinata had just about had enough of it.

The rest of the staff, however, which consisted of over 95% of those loyal to Kazekage Gaara, was welcoming her with open arms. They understood the need for her being there, and we appreciative of everything she was doing for them. She greatly appreciated the kindred employees, because they made it all worth being here. She could teach the others that hated her as much as she wanted, but at the end of the day, they wouldn't have learned anything. They would have tuned her out the whole time she would have been speaking, too focused on their hatred for either herself or her being here to actually listen to what she had to say.

That was perhaps what made Hinata the saddest.

She was here to teach, to help them learn to help their villages. She wasn't here to spy, or try to tear down what they had, like they had tried to do to her own village, Konoha. They were being hypocritical.

Hinata sighed, turning her gaze away from the window. So much had happened in the past week. The former Hyuuga heiress wished she could do more, but the only remedy to their ignorance would be time, she knew. Only time would let them trust her, and only time would make them see how great of a Kage Gaara really was. At this thought, Hinata smiled. Yes, he was indeed a great Kazekage. The village couldn't have chosen a better leader than he all those years ago. She had to applaud the village elders for taking the chance and allowing him to be their leader, as well. They were skeptical, and even fearful of what he would do when he was instated Kazekage, but they took the chance and allowed him to anyway. That took a lot of guts, and it was greatly satisfying that the risk they had taken turned out far better than they had even dreamed.

A knock sounded on her door, tearing the Hyuuga girl out of her thoughts. Who could it be at this time of night? She thought to herself as she swung her legs over the side of the window seat and trotted over to her guest bedroom's door. Hinata opened the door, and a sense of wonder and shock came over her face as she stared up at none other than the Kazekage himself.

"Ka-Kazekage-sama," the former heiress bowed her head low in repect, "to what do I owe this honor?"

Gaara was inwardly annoyed. Extremely annoyed. And with inner Gaara sighing and glaring impatiently the real Gaara had no choice but to ask, "Back to formalities, are we Hyuuga-san?"

A cloud of confusion passed over the young kunoichi's face for a moment, but soon a sheepish expression replaced the former confused one. "I'm sorry Gaara-san," she apologized sincerely, "I forgot, and it's a force of habit."

The stoic male nodded his forgiveness, and she smiled. "So what's the occasion?" She teased.

The normally composed shinobi stiffened. In truth, there really wasn't a reason for his visit; he just wanted to see her. Now, what was that excuse he had made up on the way here? They had a meeting? No, he couldn't say that, it would worry her and she would fear for her being unprofessional for not being prepared beforehand. He didn't want to her to worry.

Damn it!

"Ah.." The all-powerful Kazekage replied dumbly.

"Gaara?" Hinata asked, concern displayed on her features, "Are you-"

"Hinata!" A familiar voice sounded down the hallway.

"Temari!" A relieved former heiress replied, as both she and the Kazekage turned their heads to glance at the approaching form of the eldest Sand sibling.

When Temari saw Gaara, she stopped in her tracks and raised an eyebrow. While the sand siblings weren't exactly close in the past, they were most certainly the opposite now. So it was because of this new closeness that she kept her mouth shut. If it was any other person, (especially Kankuro), she would have embarrassed them to the point they would have wished they would have never been born, but she wouldn't do that to her little brother Gaara. He had been through enough hell in his life, Temari thought.

It also helped that he was the Kazekage and could make her life miserable. Or he could throw her in prison or have her demoted or throw her out of the village.

Yep. He'd been through enough in his life for her to tease him now.

"Hiya Gaara," Temari grinned, "What have you been up to?"

The young Kazekage scowled, "I've been busy with work, as you probably have already guessed onee-chan. But I have to go now," He turned to Hinata and nodded, bidding her farewell. "Good night to you both." With that, he turned on his heel and strode away from Hinata's room and headed up the stairs to his own bedroom.

The two kunoichi's stood, stunned, and watched him make his leave up the stairs until he disappeared from sight. When they looked back at each other, a question evident on both their faces, they quickly dissolved into giggles and Hinata ushered Temari into her room.

"Oh my god," Temari gasped out to her good friend, "What did you do to Gaara?"

"Nothing! I swear!" Hinata tried to keep a smile off of her face, "He just showed up at my door and we just talked for a minute. It was nothing, really!"

Temari looked skeptical, "Seriously? It was nothing? I've never seen Gaara come out of his office for anything other than sleeping…let alone to go visit a guest shinobi. Usually he makes them come to see him in his office."

At that, Hinata frowned. "Seriously?"

Temari somberly replied, "Seriously."

"Well…then what was that all about?" Hinata's brows furrowed in thought, and her eyes flickered to the side as she bit her lip in thought.

Temari allowed a sly smile to cross her face, but it quickly disappeared when Hinata re-settled her gaze upon hers. Temari answered seriously, "I have no idea…but I'm sure we'll find out soon."

Luckily, that placated the sand sibling's friend, and she smiled in hope. "Yeah, I hope you're right Temari. I don't want Gaara-sama to be uncomfortable because of my being here. Hopefully he tells me what's wrong soon. I don't want to be a bother." The Hyuuga heiress looked more than slightly uncomfortable as she sat down on her bed. Her eyes flickered, downcast, and her fingers started nervously picking at her bed's covers. "I mean, I don't want to be a burden or a disappointment. I'm tired of being a bump on a log or the subject of everyone's ill content. My family treated me like that all the time at home, and I don't want it to be that way during my stay here." Hinata shifted her gaze onto the blonde, "Have you heard about what's been going on at the hospital?"

"Yes," Temari sat down on the bed next to Hinata and growled, "and we're handling it. They have no right to act that way, and certainly no grounds for it. They are being dealt with, I assure you." Temari had indeed heard about how some of the hospital staff had reacted to Hinata's being there, and it made her more furious than she had been in years. Not even her husband Shikamaru Nara had succeeded in pissing her off in the past two years of their marriage as much as this had, and he could really get under her skin sometimes. Damn it! Hinata was here to help them! Not to destroy their village! They just didn't like her here because Gaara supported her. It was a shock that even after all this time there were those who still hated Gaara…granted, it was only very few, but they were still there, and Temari could see how much that upset him. More than once she had walked into his office after his instatement to Kazekage to see him gazing somberly down into the streets below at the crowds of protesters and skeptics, who were shouting insults and threats. Yet, he was able to watch them calmly, even after all the crap he had been through because of them as a child and in the years past. He was still willing to stand up for them and defend them at the cost of his life. He was willing to die to protect these pigs, this scum, despite what they did and continue to do to him.

Gaara was a damn good Kazekage.

Hinata was relieved. Hopefully the insults and rude remarks would end soon. She didn't have as much self-control or emotional strength as Gaara had. She couldn't deal with people hating her like he could…it just made her want to cry, or go home. Gaara, however, had had to deal with it his whole life. Despite their hate, he became their Kazekage…to protect them and make sure they were safe.

He was a very admirable person, Gaara was. Very handsome, too…

At this, the former heiress coughed lightly and tried to hide her blush, at which she was failing miserably. Naturally, this attracted the eldest sand sibling's attention and Temari glanced up at the flushed Hyuuga trying to contain a grin. She knew it had to have been because of her brother somehow…she could tell by the expression on her friend's face.

While Temari had made a promise with herself not to bother her brother about his crush on Hinata, she had made no such promise to or about Hinata. So, naturally, the blonde immediately prodded her friend for every little detail.

"So do you think he's cute?" The blonde eagerly asked.

"N-n-NANI?" Hinata spluttered and coughed, her eyes wide and face red with alarm and shock.

Temari sighed and rolled her eyes, "Oh, please. Hinata, I know you better than that. You must like him at least a little to be acting this way! And besides that, you've been gazing off dreamily in the distance the whole time I've been talking…and you still are!" Temari finished, clearly annoyed.

Hinata's gaze was fixated on a wall behind Temari, and her eyes were indeed glazed over, an empty look within them. She was definitely lost in thought, and hadn't heard a word her friend had just said.

Temari growled and clapped her hands in front of the former heiresses face. "HINATA!"

Startled, the raven-haired girl jumped back and saw her friend sitting on the bed in front of her with an evil, mischievous grin on her face.

Oh, this definitely wasn't going to end well.

Gaara huffed at himself once again, as he dispelled his third eye jutsu and lay back spread eagle on his king size bed in the Kazekage's suite. His thoughts were of course on a certain raven-haired girl, who was no doubt getting interrogated by his older sister right now. He knew Temari well, and if he knew her as well as he thought he did than best friend or not, Hinata was being pestered by constant, incessant questions from the eldest sand sibling at this exact moment. He didn't particularly want to see anymore of what was going on down there, so he had cancelled his third eye jutsu. Knowing what questions she was likely to ask was far better than knowing for certain if she asked them or not. It was deeply embarrassing, not only for him, but for Hinata as well.

At this thought, a wave of guilt washed over him. He shouldn't have visited her this late, and he should have known that either Temari or Kankuro would find out about his...attraction…to her, and question or tease her about it. There was nothing that could be done about it now, however, and he couldn't have done anything about it now if he tried…

Well…he could, actually. He could get Temari away from her.

Gaara immediately sat up and called for one of his guards, who came running into the room and was at his side in an instant. Gaara felt bad for alerting him for something so trivial as to give his sister a message, but he couldn't very well do it himself, could he? She would know he was just trying to get her away from Hinata, and while she couldn't ignore a direct order from a Kage, Temari would just find Hinata again some other time and interrogate her.

For now, however, this would have to do.

Gaara spoke quietly but deliberately to his guard, relaying him the message and having him repeat it back to him. Gaara nodded, satisfied, and dismissed him. He then sank back into his bed's mattress, clearly pleased with himself. He had successfully managed to keep his evil sister away from the girl of his dreams, without her even knowing he had done it.

A sigh escaped his lips. He had indeed realized his feelings for her in the past week, mostly by studying and watching other people. Couples around here tended to look as though they were nervous, like he was, when they were first dating. Then when he would watch other people in relationships, they were happy, relaxed, and trusting with each other. They held hands and kissed, and seemed to want that physical attachment as well as emotional.

That scared him. He wasn't sure he was able to handle that yet. He was fine with hugs, greetings, and yes, even kisses (Temari had playfully kissed him on the cheek a few times, much to his dismay), but he wasn't sure if he would be able to overcome that barrier of physical intimacy so soon. Not even for Hinata.

He was drawn to her; there was no doubt of it. What really puzzled him, though, was that he wanted to touch her. He wanted to hold her, kiss her, and hold hands with her. He wanted to do all that, and so much more. There were no words to explain what he felt, except want. It was the only word befitting enough for the strange sensation in his chest and body.

This was difficult. His mind was not ready, yet the rest of his body was. The trauma of such a dangerous and difficult childhood had taken a serious toll on his mind, however, and this would take a while for him to get familiar with these sensations. He was determined, however. He would not give up. He would at least try his best, and give his best shot at a relationship with her. He had gone through hell his whole life. He had been shunned and feared by his siblings, his father, his uncle, and his village. He had been kidnapped and even died defending his village, and its inhabitants. He'd maimed, killed, and been the vessel of the one-tailed beast Shukaku for most of his childhood. He'd given up his sanity, and the willful control of his life. He'd only just recently got it back. It was about time he got something stable and good in his life. He had never been so emotionally and deeply affected by another person before, not since his Uncle had tried to kill him, and he was apprehensive about being hurt like that again, yes. If he had learned anything in this life, however, it was that you had to give a little to get a little. He had to become Kazekage, for Kami's sake, to try to win over his people's approval…to try to make them not hate him. So far, it seemed to be working.

He wanted, no needed something more in his life. He was old enough now to be married, and while he wasn't greatly concerned with marriage yet, he just wanted that intimacy with another person. He wanted love, a relationship, and someone with whom he could go to talk about his problems, just like the children's stories and the people around him could experience. He had friends now, although he still preferred to be alone most of the time. Old habits die hard, he supposed. He wanted someone he could talk to and not be afraid of them hating him, or not wanting him. He wanted someone who would want him back. And he really, really wanted that person to be Hinata.

Gaara sighed and rubbed his eyes. There was nothing he could help her with now, he supposed. He got Temari out of her hair, and that was going to have to be the best he could do-for now. An evil grin stole across his face at the thought of the displeasure she was going to experience when she saw what her mission was. Oh, he was going to hear it for days, he was sure, but hopefully she would learn her lesson.

Stay away from Hinata, Temari. And stay away from me. Leave us alone, and mind your own business.

With that thought, Gaara closed his eyes and almost instantly fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

It wasn't a peaceful sleep for the people of Suna, however, as screams erupted over the city, coming from the dunes general direction. There had been a group of workers out there for a week straight, trying to re-dig trenches and holes in which to place traps. The thing was, the group kept losing people, mainly because of the-

-"snakes." Temari whimpered. She hated snakes.

Damn you, Gaara!

Hahahah! I'm positively evil. ;)

Now that that has been established…sorry it took so long to update! But I've been working on this for a while, so I hope you liked it! It definitely took some work.

I hope to update soon, but next time I PROMISE you, I will wait a YEAR to update if I don't start getting some serious reviews soon. It's getting really old that I'm taking so much time to try to get this stuff written and posted when I could be working on school work and no one is bothering to review. I think I have what, 9 reviews on this story so far? And this is the fifth chapter! I'm pretty sure there should be more than 9 reviews, especially if you guys love/like it enough for me to continue. If you guys want more, you're gonna have to ask for it! So review!

Please and thank you?

Lol. Love you guys!

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