Hello, every GaaraHinata Fans! I felt like to write about that couple this time, since I only got one one-shot about them... How lame. I just got back from my vacation... hurray! 3 weeks without the computer... driving me crazy...! Anyways...

I do NOT OWN NARUTO! It would be the end of the world if i did. Anyways... again! enjoy!

Desert Angel

Chapter 1: Desert Night

Cold… Everything seemed so cold and freezing. Why was it so freezing? Hinata opened her eyes and looked at her surroundings. Her pearl coloured eyes found nothing. Nothing but this enormous white room she was trapped in. It was so bright that the Hyuuga girl almost had to cover her vision completely to see anything at all.

Her body ached. She felt like a battered doll that had been carelessly tossed around. She started running around, to find someone, something, anything at all. Her breath could be seen as a cloud of mist in the bright world of hers. Why is it so cold? Hinata thought angry and rubbed her arms. She screamed as loud as her dry throat allowed her, but no sound came. She screamed again, nothing. The frustration and helplessness reached her and tears welled in her eyes. Her mouth formed the words: “Help me, someone.” But she knew that she was all alone in this cold frozen world.

Hinata screamed again when she felt the piercing pain in her stomach area. Why does it hurt so much? Where am I? What is happening to me? Hinata didn’t know. Her sight went blurry and her legs started wobbling as the white room turned black. She fell onto the floor with a thump. Her eyes were all red and swollen from the salty tears that escaped from their prison. Hinata got even colder and barely had any feelings left in her hands. They were paler than normal and she felt weaker, like it has been days since she last ate or drank. Again, she spoke with a silent whisper; “Help me. Anyone. Someone. Help me!”

The man abruptly awoke and stopped the walking camel he was sitting on, nearly falling off. The picture of a pale blue haired girl that screamed for help, returned to his mind. Gaara took a quick look around to locate the scream he had heard. His hand went through the red messy hair of his. The convoy that he was leading back to their village, stopped and in confusion Gaara’s “bodyguard” went to his side and asked if everything was okay.

“Did you hear a scream, Zaku?” Gaara spoke to the older man, somewhat concerned and looked around more. Zaku gave a no and took a quick glimpse back at the slightly irritated group. “Maybe you dreamt sire,” he joked. Gaara glared at his bodyguard. “You know I don’t dream…” Zaku felt very small under Gaara’s death glare and harsh voice then kept shut for a good time. The cold desert night and the wind that kept whirling up sand, constantly changing the landscape also covering the rather large group with sand was something you couldn’t stop for. Even at night, the desert had many hidden traps and dangers.

You couldn’t stay still for very long, especially when animals like flesh eating ants and scorpions were all around your legs. Gaara resumed the march, but kept a sharp eye on the desert night. You never know what you will run into. Who was that girl? I could have sworn that I saw her. Or maybe it was just a dream? He pushed the thought of the girl aside and concentrated on staying awake. Geesh, how many months has it been the last time I slept…?

Sabaku no Gaara had major sleeping problems. He had been an insomniac since the age of six and never slept before he turned fifteen. People always wondered how the red-haired leader managed to stay awake for such a long time without loosing his mind. Let’s just say he didn’t…

Meanwhile, Hinata struggled to stand up and walk, but her legs were constantly shaking and made it hard for her to move as much as a step. The pain in her body was overwhelming. But somehow, she found the strength to keep going. She stumbled forward and repeatedly tripped in something invisible. Hinata noticed every time she hit the floor, she landed quite softly, almost like a pile of pillows. This was stranger than fiction.

The soft ground felt quite odd when she managed to lift some of it. Though she was unable to see what she had, she was sure what it was. Hinata tried to smell the odd thing. Sand, it smelt like sand. What in the world?

She let the soft sand glide through her fingers while trying to figure out where she was. But why couldn’t she see it? She felt like she was dying, slipping away from consciousness. She now felt the throbbing pain on her back, like someone had stabbed her twice with a butcher knife. Hinata wasn’t going to find out as she fainted, cold and alone.

The convoy had set camp in an oasis. The chance of finding other people here was like one in one million. Not many people travelled at all in the desert, at least not from the main road. The tents were up and most of the group had gone to bed, but Gaara had to stay awake and he really had a hard time to stay like that.

When he first slept, he slept for days. This was still very new to the insomniac of a Kazekage, though it has been five years since Shukaku was extracted from him. Gaara cursed his sleepiness and went to the small pond in the outskirt of the camp. Maybe a cold bath would wake him up.

Out of sight for the camp, Gaara stripped himself naked and jumped into the icy water. He almost cursed loudly of the shock caused by the icy water, but gritted his teeth and splashed some in his face. He was all sweaty not to forget about smelly after almost two weeks non stop without a bath of any kind, so he didn’t care much about the water now. Rather cold than warm. The night wind made the water extra cold too.

Gaara was almost fully dressed, when he felt that something was nearby. He could tell from the sand if anything alive or moving was touching it. (In a radius of 2 km…) Gaara left his cloak he was about to put on and eyed the area before him. He could not see anything other than sand, so that meant that whatever it was, it was hiding under the sand.

Gaara searched for the disturbance, using the sand to move around. He found it. Gaara walked calmly to, by the shape of judge, was a human. He bent down and caught the sight of some dark blue hair. The being was almost dead, he could feel it. The chakra was almost gone, only a small flame left. “Probably was caught by the sand storm,” he thought. Gaara swept away some sand and found a blanket that covered the person.

He grabbed the blanked and uncovered the dead man… he thought. The Kazekage almost jumped when his eyes caught a pale dark blue haired girl, exactly like the girl that he had seen earlier in his dream. Gaara gazed at the girl for a long time before he brushed the strands that were in her face. Her skin was so soft and pale. He took a mental note to her beauty. “Beautiful. Like an Angel in the desert. … What am I thinking? I have to help her!” he cursed.

Gaara put two fingers on a vein, located on her throat, nothing. He checked if she was breathing, still nothing. She didn’t have a pulse, she didn’t breathe, but she was alive? Gaara couldn’t understand this. As gentle and careful as he could, Gaara lifted the girl from the ground. He now noticed her bleeding stomach and more blood poured from her back. “I have to get her to Sakura.” Gaara ran off to Sakura’s medic tent.

Hinata was about to give up on getting away from her dark surroundings. She couldn’t escape. She couldn’t fight it. Hinata was getting weaker and weaker, colder and colder. People would call her paler than the death itself, if they had seen her now. Was it that that was happening? Was she really dying?

Footsteps were heard. They were coming closer and closer to Hinata’s location. She saw a pair of sandals standing in front of her. She could feel a hand on her cheek, caressing her. Hinata wouldn’t move, even if she could. A soft cool hand wandered across her face, tucking away bothersome strands of hair that blocked the full view of her face. Someone was there. She wasn’t alone anymore.

Hinata felt she was lifted from the ground by the man, holding her close to him. She felt warm flawless skin to her chin and unconsciously lifted her hand and rested it on his chest. He smelled like sand, only a little sweeter. Whoever it was, Hinata would not stop him, but she was too weak to do anything anyways. Besides, she liked the sent of him.

Gaara felt a blush creep over his face as he noticed that he had forgotten to put on his cloak and had a half-dead girl in his arms and her hand was on his chest… As he walked to Sakura’s tent, Gaara also noticed how light the pale girl was. She felt like a feather and she seemed so frail. “If Sakura as much as say anything about this to the others, I am going to kill her, then I will die!” The red headed though embarrassed.

Sakura tended someone who had caught minor damages. Most of them had sunburns and scorpion stings. Nothing serious, but not very comfortable to have in the middle of the desert!

She was just about finished with packing away her medic equipment when Gaara stormed through the entrance of her tent, making her jump and loose everything she had in her hands by the sight of Gaara without a shirt and a girl in his arms.

“If you say anything bout this, Sakura… You are dead!” Gaara growled to her and laid the girl in his grip on the medic bed. The pinkete shook her head and went to the girl. “What happened?” she asked. “I don’t know. I just found her outside the oasis,” he replied. Sakura looked first at the girl, then over at Gaara’s naked upper body.

She blushed by the sight of his muscular body and unfortunately, Gaara noticed. “Haruno Sakura! Concentrate on her!” He shouted, pointing at the girl. Sakura almost panicked and resumed with the examination right away. After the quick examination, Sakura got serious and gave a quick conclusion: “This girl is dead…” she stated simply. Gaara shook his head. “She is still alive. I know it,” he got up. “As long as she still has chakra flowing through her body, she is still alive.”

Sakura nodded in agreement. “But the strange thing is that she isn’t breathing nor has a pulse, but she still got chakra. Her wounds are like 2 days old," she examined her stomach. It was full of gravel and sand. The back was in worse condition. It looked like someone had cut off large pieces of flesh. “This girl sure has a strong will power to live.” She injected adrenaline into the half dead Hinata and turned herself towards Gaara who showed his concern as clear as the day.

“Meanwhile Gaara,” Sakura slightly grinned. “You can go and find your cloak,” she ordered with a grin. Gaara blushed angrily and stomped outside, muttering different curse words to the pinkete who only laughed of him.

Cloak: Located.

Is it on: Yes.

Concerned about the girl: Definitely.

Gaara sat down by the water and leaned back to look at the stars. I hope she will survive. There is just something familiar about her. Gaara thought and watched a shooting star pass.

I know, I know. It's short... I used 3 hours to write this chap in the son of a heat! It so freaking hot here! Oh well... Can't be helped... Can you please review?