It's Highschool! Hell, or Paradise?

Chapter 3

XxXXx Gaara POV xxxxx

Hinata's small shoulders shook, her hands clenched the extra fabric of her shirt. Tears welled in her eyes, yet she insisted she was fine. "Hinata, it's okay. You know that bastard will never hurt you when I am around, right?" He stared at her, watching as her hands loosen from the fabric slowly. She blinked back tears, before giving him a small nod. It frustrated him when she was like this. He was aware she shut down when it came to anger, yet he was not the best one to handle it. He wanted to wrap around her, protect her. But, she would never allow it. Never allow herself to be beaten by her trauma.

"Gaara." She stared up at him with her beautiful eyes, the two orbs like twin moons. His heart twinged when he saw the fear, but his pride grew when he sean her underlying determination in the silvery depths. He knew what was coming next. "One person who holds power, is one person who is capable of great things. Wether it be good or bad." Her voice was soft, her eyes lowering to the ground as her words tailed off. He enjoyed when she showed this side of her, he knew it was rare for her to speak her thoughts. She was timid, and too afraid of being judged. She could not see her own magnificence, or beauty.

He leaned against the wall, glad she was able to pull herself together. He did not know how to handle when she had her panic attacks, despite the willingness he expressed. So he did what he knew, and talked with her. "Just because Hidan's father is a politician, doesn't mean that Hidan would have any input in his affairs." Gaara reached out and put his hand on top her head, feeling the silky threads against his fingers. It was soft, like liquid water. Much to his pleasure, she stepped closer. With an innocence that could only be hers, she rested her head against his chest. Gaara closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall, doing his best not to take advantage of her trust and hug her. She did not do well with physical contact, another thing her father beat into her. The smell of her shampoo wafted to him, only strengthening the urge.

He loved her, alot. He loved her smile, her wisdom, her gente aura, and her undeniable beauty. Yet, she had only ever saw him as a friend. He knew it, it was clear that she only seen him that way. Even if he wanted to express his feelings beyond friendship, he was afraid he would lose her.

There was no way he could lose her. She was his rock, the person who kept him sane threw his life. If it wasn't for her, he would... He would... He didn't want to think about it. He would not be the person who he was today.

"Gaara, Im sorry I couldn't feed you today..." He wanted to face-palm at her words. Of course, she would think of that. The corners of his lips pulled up, unwillingly. He gently rested his hand on her head, allowing himself this small pleasure.

He really loved this girl.

XxXxXxXxX Naruto POV xxxXX

Naruto growled, he was very tempted to punch his raven haired friend in the face.

"Sasuke! Can't you fucking see Hinata needs us?" Naruto made another attempt to pass Sasuke, but the boy once again moved into his path. Around the lunchroom, many eyes were on them. Not that he cared. He could care less what people thought of him!

"Gaara has her, Naruto. We have other things we need to do." Sasuke gripped him by the wrist, his dark eyes narrowing. He glared at the raven head. What could be more important then Hinata?

"Whats more important then helping Hinata?!" His voice echoed across the room, turning the rest of the heads. Opps. He just simply couldn't control his tone when he was pissed.

"Such as, going to talk with Hidan." Sasuke's smirk was rather sinister, and he liked it. He knew what he was planning, and he was all for it.

"Lets do this." He couldn't control the growl in his tone, his fists clenching at the pleasant idea of punching that fucking freak. Sasuke smirked, before nodding in the direction Hidan had went. He started off first, unable to keep still any longer. The other students watched them, he was sure rumours would spread. But, let them. Let them all know, so no one word dare touch their best friend again.

No one.