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Hello everyone. This is my first fanfic for an anime and what better way to start with… Naruto. I’m not very good with summaries but it’s a GaaxHina story.
It takes place five years after the manga’s current situation. And I hope the characters don’t seem too OOC. I tried my best to come up with scenarios that would fit well with their reactions and their feelings.
She stood alone. In the heart of her own private hell. A battle raged the lands within the depths of her psyche. It ravaged and ate away of what was left of her sanity, her only hope for endurance. There was no one, nothing to console the puncture that resides deep within her soul. She longed for a caress. Longed for a moment. Just one flash in time where the warmth of human love fill that hole, that void. It grew bigger and deeper as the months pass by. Big enough to eat away of what was left of her own humanly affection. She had become an unwilling puppet of the sweet seduction of its voice…
‘… stronger… I must become stronger… we must become stronger… become stronger for the both of us Hinata….’
A soft breeze whipped through the trees, delicately caressing her face and running its cold, frail fingers through her hair. Hinata positioned herself, arms stretched out into the age old combat stance of her clan. Her hands bled from the impacts she tattooed upon the fighting post. The fingertips and the centers’ of her palm’s sported burns from the forced chakra that threatened to give out at any second, and weaken her. Her hands were calloused and filled with splinters from the hard work she wrought upon the stump.
She stood silent; her loud pants the only sound that danced with soft wind. A frown was printed upon her face as she continued to stay positioned. Hinata’s long hair blew in wisps along with the zephyr that tried desperately to cool her over heated body. Her brows furrowed deeper as she concentrated, focused on her chakra and forced it to push out into her palms and feet. Her meditation was so strong, the world continue to sway around her, unnoticed.
“Byakugan! Hakke Rokujuu Yonshou!!”
Hinata’s soft voice echoed through the clearing. Her tone of voice stood out, it was soft yet stern. Velvet, but tough as steel. Although it held a hint of exhaustion, the confidence overshadowed it. The nerves around her eyes slithered and sprang to life opening up the surrounding area at 360 degrees giving her the perfect advantage. She had mastered the traditional fighting technique of her clan with the help of Neji.
With a swift movement of her feet she glided towards the stump and thrust her fingers upon it torn surface. Amid each touch, Hinata’s fingers emitted chakra unto to the imaginary tenketsu.
“Hakke Nishou!”
Two strikes.
“Yonshou!”
Four strikes.
The electric current of her chakra sparked off and chirped with every connection she made with the stump.
“Hashou!”
Eight strikes
“Juuro kushou!”
Sixteen strikes
For a brief second Hinata felt her chakra diffuse from over pushing herself. ‘No! I must fight! I have to maintain my strength. Moto… moto…’
“Sanjuu nishou!”
Thirty two strikes.
“Rokujuu yonshou!!”
Sixty four strikes.
Finally at the last given impact Hinata took her final stance and gathered everything she had left.
“Hakke Kushun!!”
Suddenly with a last minute burst of adrenaline and a battle cry, Hinata gathered every ounce of chakra left within her and gathered it to her palm. She thrust unto the middle of the stump. At that moment the burst of chakra that emitted from her hand exploded. Hinata shrieked as it scorched her palm severely. The stump groaned with the power and as the last monocule left her body her world became dead. Suddenly, a strong force field grew from the middle of the stump. A soft blue light that spread out, tenderly engulfing all that was within range. It continued to grow and spread through out Konoha. Touching everything in its path.
He let out a frustrated sigh and glanced at the pair of pale aqua eyes and whined, “Anooosaaaa why must we go through all this? Stupid formalities! Can’t we just sign the damn paper and move on with our lives! My ass went numb an hour ago, dattebayo!” Naruto shifted half his butt off the seat and started to rub it at a desperate attempt to bring it back to life. “Kuso! I can’t even feel my own farts for god’s sake!”
Suddenly Naruto shot his hand out and pointed at the man. With an evil glare, his eyes as big as pans, and his mouth wide enough to eat the Eiffel tower he spoke, (well in his case ‘shouted’ would be the appropriate word) “Gaara! I hold u responsible if I shall never be able to feel my ass again, dattebayooo!”
A hairless eyebrow arched in Naruto’s direction. Gaara sat across Naruto, the newly appointed hokage, with his usual quite and calm demeanor. He rested his chin on his right arm and just stared at Naruto with a deadpan expression. However, as Gaara gazed at Naruto and witnessed his childlike antiques, a sparkle of humor shone in his eyes, while he kept a ‘poker’ face on. One he perfected since he was five.
All was well when suddenly, “NARUTOOO- TEME!” a female voice shrieked outside the wooden doors. “HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU IN ‘PROPER ETIQUETTES’ LESSONS…? BE WELL FUCKING MANNERED!!” The high pitched shriek caused several people including the hokage himself to wince at the sheer loudness of it.
Naruto shot up from his seat and banged both his fists on the table, “NANIII!! YOU’RE TELLING ME TO BE WELL MANNERED WHILE YOU’RE THE ONE SWEARING LIKE A SAILOR!!” Naruto fumed at the accusation. If it was war she wanted, it was war he was going to unleash. He had enough of her bickering and continuous criticism. He pondered hard on why he had appointed her as his personal advisor. Silently, he cursed himself and her for his own stupidity and her smartness .
“I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO IT! BECAUSE YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE CAPABLE OF DRIVING ME OUT OF MY MIND AND ACTING LIKE A FOOL IN FRONT OF AN IMPORTANT FIGURE! KUSO SHITE SHINEZO! SHANNARO!” The voice continued to shriek behind the still closed doors.
Everyone around them went about their day knowing very well that this was just one their usual confronting routines. Which, by the way, was the fifth time this past hour and a half. And everyone in Konoha within a 5 mile radius could hear the foul exchanges. Yep, it was just another normal day in the Hokage’s office.
Naruto spread his legs and thrust his arm out in his trademark stance and pointed at the door, “AAAH BAKA! I FORBID YOU TO TALK TO ME LIKE THAT DATTEBAYO! I'M HAVING A VERY HARD TIME AND I COULD USE A LITTLE SILENCE YOU FLAT CHESTED BIG FOREHEADED KAKASHI OBSESSED FANGIRL! AND AS YOUR HOKAGE I COMMAND THEE TO SHUT YOUR HORSE MOUTH DATTEBAYOOO!”… ‘Hah! Take that!’ he mentally smirked to himself.
Suddenly the doors smashed away. And in its place stood a very pissed off pink haired kunichoi that emitted the presence of death. Gaara casually picked away a piece of wood of his sleeve and cocked his head to the side to look at the woman. Letting out a silent sigh, he stood up, shifted the chair to the end of the room in much close proximity of the wall, sat back down and watched as the rather humorous bickering played out. The kazekage had his bet placed on Sakura. God knows she reminded him off Temari. Come to think of it the whole situation was like a déjà vu except Kankurou and Temari were replaced with Naruto and Sakura. Gaara shifted and stared at the two, a slight smirk played at the corner of his lips.
Sakura and Naruto began their staring match.
“What did u call me?” sakura hissed.
“Hah! You heard me… and you know I’m right,” Naruto grinned evilly, “you are sooo in denial!” He waved his hand in mid air, imitating Ino’s actions.
Sakura sweat dropped and wondered if Naruto realized he looked like a transvestite... Especially in that ridiculous outfit of his. She sighed knowing that the rather extravagant cloak, no matter how ridiculous it was, just suited Naruto and his rather unpredictable character.
“Aaaah…. Have I come at a bad time?”
Everyone’s attention turned to the rather spiky gray head that poked through the room.
With his eye closed indicating a smile, and a cheery voice Kakashi broke the tension, “Ne… I just wanted to speak to sakura for a second.”
“He wants to ask her out for a date!!” Genma’s head poked through, just above Kakashi’s. His infamous smirk tattooed on his lips.
Naruto slyly slid up to sakura with his face a few inches below hers as he eyed her with a Cheshire grin. Sakura continued to stare at Kakashi and Genma with a dead pan expression. She punched Naruto on the head and proceeded to stalk her new victims.
“Eeer… ano… Sakura it’s… it’s… no no no… not that no wait! Hear me out! Kuso. Meh I think we better run Genma- teme.” Kakashi sighed and spoke in his usual lazy voice. Genma stared at sakura with eyes the size of cooking pans and paled at the death vibe she directed at them.
“Ah ha ha ha… come on sakura you know I was joking…” he gulped when he saw her stop several feet in front of them. Slowly cracking her knuckles she charged all her chakra towards her now clenched fist. She looked like the cat that got the cream.
“Kuso!” Genma swore under his breath. “Run dude run like the wind!!” he charged off, leaving whirling dust behind.
Kakashi sweat dropped, “bakayarou”, he sighed to himself and disappeared with a pop.
Gathering up his chakra he dissolved into grains of sand that perceived the illusion of water falling down. Quickly tracing his way through the halls of the office he proceeded to the roof top. Once outside, the tiny grains of sand melded together into Gaara’s form. His cold, observing eyes stared out unto the streets of Konoha. The sun was slowly setting. Its gentle rays splashed the sky with different hues of purple, orange and yellow. Blending with the rooftops of Konoha, it painted the town orange. Gaara smirked when he remember Naruto’s old attire when they first met. He had to admit it did make his eyes sore.
‘How much this land has changed…’ Gaara mentally commented. It had been exactly five years since the assassination of the Akatsuki, and the return of the Uchiha, Sasuke. And it has been four and half years since the extraction of the Shukaku. And yet as Gaara stood over Konoha, he noticed that the city was still the same. Relaxed, confident and most of all united.
He watched the movements of the people below him. Slowly one by one they were making their way back home. It was becoming evening and the city was filled with a lazy atmosphere that relaxed him. Gaara mentally sighed and removed the kazekage hat. Flipping his head back he looked up to the sky and closed his eyes. Down below a few people including the guards occasionally stole glances upon the young kazekage. With his head held up in the air and his throat exposed, it gave quite an erotic sight to a few of the ladies.
Gaara had matured, a lot, in the past five years. His hair was longer, barely touching his shoulders with a slight fringe from the front that only revealed his tattooed kanji, ‘love’. His hair turned a shade darker, making it a red wine color that shone like a blood spattered wound. It proved to be an intense combination that blended well with his tanned skin. He shot up to a staggering height of 6’2, which annoyed the whimsical blonde hokage who was stuck at 5’9. His features sharpened into that of a full grown man. Gaara's face was slightly thinner; his cheekbones high and faintly hallow yet his chin jutted out like a summit adding to his sharp features. However, his eyes were the same. Black rimmed, pale aqua eyes that gave nothing away, and even if it did people hardly had the courage to look at him straight in the eyes and notice. In a way they still feared him.
The Kazekage’s cloak blew back revealing a white Arabic shirt that held black and red designs, showing off the Suna’s rich heritage. The v-shaped neck exposed his throat and collarbones, the length of the shirt reached Gaara's knees that were also covered in white pants. In the middle of the shirt, the designs gathered to the center and formed Suna’s symbol.
For a brief moment Gaara allowed his mind to relax. Slowly, he brought his head back down and snapped his eyes open and stared upon the horizon. His mind altered quickly to the new events that shall take place in the next couple of months. Eyes narrowing and a slight frown creasing his forehead, Gaara went over the contract in his mind again. It was a written agreement, a contract of partnership between Suna and Konoha. However, with the many ongoing civil wars that broke out within Suna, the country was starved of resources. Trying to bring his nation together as one had proven to be a difficult task. It required time. And in his case, it had taken him three years to get all the feudal lords together in one room to sort out an agreement.
Running his hand through his hair, Gaara shifted to sit upon the ledge. He leaned his back unto the huge pillar, one leg hunched up to balance his arm the other dangling of the edge. Gaara placed his hat upon his lap. With the gentle breeze blowing kisses at him, his eyes drooped into a lazy stare. A few minutes passed as he continued to ponder upon that thought. Suddenly a surge of electricity explodes through him. It shocked Gaara to the core. Chakra, it was purely chakra. He never felt anything as strong as this. It was like a nuclear bomb that got detonated.
Quickly sitting up, his face impassive and cold he jumped down and moved to the left end of the roof. He stared at the forest and tried to pinpoint the location of the surge.
And then Gaara saw it.
A faint blue light, a shockwave grew massively, engulfing everything in its path. This was the second one he had witnessed. The first was when he arrived to Konoha which was three days ago.
The moment he had felt it, it burned. It wasn’t a bad burn. Rather it was a great one.
He stood, silently anticipating the wave to wash over him. The charge, the adrenaline, the warmth that caressed him was like a momentary high. Although it was purely chakra it wasn’t a deadly one. Shifting his hand he brought his hat and settled it upon his head. He walked closer and gripped the ledge. The nearer it came the tighter he gripped the ledge, till his knuckles turned white.
Finally as the wave washed over him, Gaara grabbed the edge with both hands, arched his back and gasped. The electric current ran over his body like a scanner. At that moment every single possible feeling imaginable passed through him. Fear, pain, love, hate, anger, sorrow, euphoria. It flooded his senses and blocked all that was around him. It was only Gaara and the chakra field that poured everything into him. All those feelings took hold of his mind. Some he didn’t understand, others he related to perfectly.
Suddenly just as quick as it came, it was gone leaving Gaara bent over gasping and panting, his head bent down between his arms. A hand was placed upon his shoulder. Gaara snapped his head up and looked to see the blonde hokage standing next to him.
Naruto stared at the source of the chakra with serious eyes, “this is not the first time it has happened. It has become a sort of ritual.” He turned his head and observed Gaara's position. Naruto's eyes were locked on him with a curious and observing intent. He noticed his expression gave away nothing but from the way his lips parted and chest heaved; he knew it was much more than that. Gaara pretended to not notice the sharp eyes that poked holes at him.
Placing his hand on the back of his head, Naruto couldn’t help but grin as a thought struck him, “You’re the first I’ve seen effected in such a way.” And it was true. Whenever it passed through everyone else, it just felt like water. It was as if something had cleansed him from any bad deed, thought or action he had ever committed. It was a wondrous feeling but it saddened him to see her train and lose chakra that way. Yes, he agreed training is fantastic to become stronger, but the way Hinata often pushed herself was only filled with silent sadness that never seemed to go away.
Gaara straightened his back and gazed at him. He noticed the slight movement of the Hokage’s eyes indicating he was narrowing them. Gaara also noticed the change in Naruto’s demeanor. With a frown and a curious look in his eyes he couldn’t help but ask, “The chakra signature is very familiar. Whose is it?” His deep voice neutral and unemotional.
Naruto dropped his hand and pressed a hard look upon the Kazekage’s face. His grin was gone and replaced by the thin line of his lips. His expression resumed the seriousness of the situation, “it’s the heir to the Hyuuga clan, Hinata. She often trains till she runs out of chakra. Sometimes the force of it results in a shockwave.” He sighed and turned to glanced upon the source.
“She works hard to live up to the responsibilities and strength of an heir of the Hyuuga clan. Hinata’s a good woman. She has become strong, I can see that change in her.” Naruto's mind went through a series of flashbacks. From the young shy girl she was before to a strong, independent, yet soft spoken woman she was now. Gaara watched Naruto intently. He saw a series of emotions play across his electric blue eyes. It made him all the more curious as to what exactly did the Hyuuga mean to Naruto.
At that moment Naruto hardened his gaze, and watched the Kazekage out of the corner of his eye, “And she’s my closest friend Gaara- sama.” He said with a slightly threatening tone. Gaara heard it and didn’t let it pass. He could tell that Naruto was very over protective about this woman. But then again Naruto was infamous for his protective streak and his determination to never give up at all costs, on his friends and the people of Konoha. He continued to stare at the hokage with a deadpan expression. Slowly, he turned and looked upon the vicinity. A soft breeze passed by as the sun started to set. It danced upon the trees and moved to sway with the two leaders who stood side by side.
With a small smirk, Naruto spun round and walked off. Just before leaving the roof he stood upon the steps, both their backs facing each other. He twisted his head and called over his shoulder, “Na Gaara. Come we must finish with the contract. The exercise woke up my paralyzed bum. And as much as it did me good I don’t plan on wasting the evening away with this issue and further damage my butt muscles.”
He turned his head and looked at Naruto out of the corner of his eye. “Hnm,” Gaara voice in agreement.
Naruto sighed to himself. Sometimes Gaara was a lot like Sasuke.
Gaara continued to stare at the forest which hid the training grounds. ‘So Naruto doesn’t seem to trust me. Must be a very special woman for him to invoke a silent threat.’ His lips parted as he whispered to himself, “Hinata Hyuuga.” And with that he, walked off to continue with the meeting.
kuso shite shinezo- die shitting
AN: well that was the first chapter. And I do hope you have enjoyed it. Please review and tell me what you think of it. I apologize if the summary sucks and maybe I did get the Japanese wrong. But please RnR anyways.
Thanks a bunch!