PS- chapter 2 - Rough Draft

Chapter 2; His secret

Hinata woke early the next morning to the sun; pouring light threw the pail-stained glass windows.

She rose, stretching, failing to suppress a large yawn. She got up and moved around the room, getting ready for the day, as usual. It didn’t seem to bother her that she was still in the dressing room.  She did her morning exercises, and made herself breakfast, using the kitchen, down the hall, to her disposal.

She had not seen or heard of her mystery Phantom since last night. She often wondered if he was watching her. But little did she know; she was right.  He had been watching and protecting her throughout the night; watching for anyone. Turing off the stove, when he left it on accidentally. He was acting protective of her, with didn’t faze him a bit, feeling this was made him happy, giving him a warm and almost happy feeling deep within his heart.

He kept out of sight, hidden in the ceiling or walls sometimes he would even come out in the open to watch her. He had  become obsessed with her in no time, training her voice, and on some occasions her nin-jutsu; but never drawing too close so be seen. This was all he could do to stay sane. He even took his gourd and emptied all of the sand to line his coat, just in case.

The night of the recital; Gaara took his usual seat and watched her flourish. Thanks to his training, she has gotten more confident and stronger about her singing. He watched and waited quietly.

When she was done signing the Finally, hundreds of flowers flew on stage, and a thunderous applause fallowed. Gaara, looking quiet pleased, excused himself and walked to her room, his back cape dragging behind him; due to it’s length, he occasionally got it caught on rusted nails or loose boards, giving it a more ghostly look.

He found her room and snuck inside, nearly avoiding the watchful eyes of Jariah, the stage manager, over looking the balcony, he had expected Hinata to walk threw the door, but the fabric entering the room was black, and torn up something bad. “what’r you doin’ in there mister Phantom Sandman”, he said, scoffing at his name, thinking it silly and somewhat cliché, and childish name; talking to no one but himself.

Gaara closed the curtains, throwing the room into shadows; after sitting in the shadows for so long, his eyes grew intolerant for the darkness, and sensitive to the light. Jumping on to his usual spot, the ceiling, he waited for her to come in.
Hinata came in soon after; detaching herself from her hundreds of fans. She waltzed around the room viewing all of the arrangements of flowers from her adoring fans and co-workers, but stopped when she saw the dozens and dozens of flowers pestles on her bed, with violet scented candles he had placed there before her performance. He blushed and smiled brightly. But then she started thinking. “Is he really there? Was it him who did all of this? Does he really exist? “She thought about it for a while then concluded sadly, “no, he can’t exist, he doesn’t.”

Gaara getting a bit irritated that she doubted him this much, landed behind her and asked, with a tone of pain and sadness in his voice,”I don’t?”

Hinata spun around to great his confused face, growing red in the cheeks from being caught doubting him. “I’m sorry. “  Was all she could say, as she hung her head down low, blushing madly, her eyes welling up with fresh tears.

Moments passed, and all she did was stair at their feet. Then he did something she didn’t expect; he wrapped his arms around her small frame, pulling her closer into him, and hugged her; resting his head lightly on hers, and being taller than her 5’ 2”; all she could do was lean ageist him, wrap her arms around his waist and cry softly on his fairly muscular chest.

Then he pulled away, growing hot behind his mask again and said, “Please don’t cry, it makes your face run. “He said softly wiping a tear away with his index finger.

She looked into his painful eyes and smiled. She held onto him for a bit longer only being able to say, “thank you.”

She began to hum a song, once she had calmed down a bit. Oddly enough, Gaara knew this song. It was the song she had sang when she tried for the lead, long ago, “Castle on a cloud” she had called it. He began to sing along, memorized by the tune she was producing,

“there is a castle on a cloud,
I like to go there in my sleep,
There are no floors for me to sweep,
Not in my castle on a cloud,”

She stopped humming at his voice. It was deep but gentle. He still hadn’t noticed she stopped, and kept singing;

“There is a room that full of toys,
There are a hundred boys and girls,
Nobody shouts or talks too loud,
Not in my castle on a cloud”

There is a lady all in white,
The holds me and sings a lullaby,
She’s nice to see and she’s soft to touch,
And she says ‘Cossette, I love you very much,’

I know a place where no one’s lost,
I know a place where no one cries, Crying at all are not allowed,
No in my castle on a cloud”

He held the note for a second, no bothering to look down at her, lost in his own thoughts, his own dreams, almost asleep, but still barely conscious. He sang quiet well, she began thinking about it, but before she knew it she had fallen victim to his sweet Lullaby; asleep in his arms, her soft figure going limp.

He finally looked down, expecting her to laugh at him, but finding her slightly clinging to his coat, asleep. “Sleep soundly, my angel. Come with me and ill take you somewhere dear to me.” She smiled in her sleep, almost as if she was saying ‘yes’ to him.

Just outside the door however someone was listening in, who didn’t like what he was hearing. A dark figure thrust himself inside the room, just in time to see, her falling limp, and Gaara turn, sweeping her in his arms. Gaara’s eyes widened a bit. But then her nodded his head at Sauske and smiling under his mask, the demon almost begging for a fight, but suppressed by his feelings for the girl, not here… not now,…she will get hurt…then she will never make the music again… the demon silenced at this and silently agreed. Sauske lunged for the looming shadow, clutching the very thing that he wanted to see; for you see, he saw something in her that night that he did not expect. Something that Ino or Sakura did not have, a sense of purity, a sense of hope, that they so longed for.

Sauske tried to grab for her but was blocked by a replication of the shadow, tossing him to the side. The real one, almost disinigrating into nothing, and the last thing he noticed about him was the mask he wore; a black raccoon Anbu mask, with outlines of red swirls and the mark on the front that told Sauske he was from the Land Hidden in the Sand, and the bright red hair slightly peeking out from the top of his mask.

Sauske cursed at himself for letting him get away with her, to who-knows-where. Sauske looked all around the room for any evidence left behind by this, “mystery intruder”, but only found the letter, in the top drawer of the vanity. He red it with disgust, but at least they were getting somewhere with the case.



Sauske barged into the manager’s room yelling, “She’s gone.”

He was met by a very surprised Gai and Lee. “Huh?” they said in unison.

“He took her. This ‘Phantom Sandman’ too our star he said spitting out his name like a bad taste.

“we know.” Lee said turning his gaze away from Sauske.

Sauske was taken back. He had not taken more than 5 minutes searching around the room and he was the only one there when it happened. It was almost impossible. “What?” he asked out of disbelief.

“I tried to tell them too.” Jariah said stepping out of the corner of the room. “, but thanks to this, “ he said motioning to a letter on the table with a kunai stabbed threw it, “ it told us everything.

Sauske rushed over to the letter, un pinning the letter from the desk reading it furiously;

“My Dear Managers,
Congratulations for doing something right this time. You have failed to defeat me yet again with your useless traps, but I do sincerely congratulate you for the girl, thanks to MY” the ‘my’ was underlines, almost scratched into the paper, “star, the show was saved. If that Uchiha boy is there with you tell him to keep his nose out of business. He is rather intrusive.

I have taken the star for a well deserved break. She will return safe to you whenever I please.

Also, I feel necessary to tell you that that girl Ino is an atrotous beast with a voice of nails in a blender, and the stage manager, although apparently doing his job, must also stay OUT of my affairs. And tell him to keep his peeping nose out of the women’s dressing room, ESPECIALY Hinata’s. I will write to you soon again my dear gentle men,

Until I feel necessary to write;
P.S “

The righting was clearly done in a hurry, indicating her wrote it just before leaving, but the signature was taken with great care.

Sauske crushed it in his hand with disgust, this person was going down.



Gaara carefully laid her down agents a nearby tree. It was already close to sunrise when they arrived, so he sat down on the edge of the cliff over looking the whole village. He hummed a song he had heard recently to himself, not knowing where it came from but singing the tune none the less;

~constantly repeating “not gunna get us” to the music~

“ill start with me,
Lets make a promise,
You and me, lets just be honest,
Where gunna run,
Nothing can stop us,
Even the night, that falls all around us”
He stopped because it felt a bit off. The song was a duet but it was just him there.

Meanwhile, Hinata woke to him singing again. She slowly got up and stood behind him, feeling unsure that she had the advantage over him. When he stopped she saw his eyes grow sad and thoughtful. She knew the song too. So she started walking closer to him and began singing the next line;

“Soon there will be, laughter and voices,
Beyond the clouds, over the mountains,
We’ll run away on ropes that are rapped,
Let’s run the air field, shining in our fire,”

He voice startled him, as he jumped a little. She laughed a bit, taking off some of the unsurity inside of her. She sat down next to him and they both looked at each other, both blushing, blaming the cold. She began to wrap her arm around his shoulder again, but her bracelet caught on the ties of his mask, pulling it free.

The mask fell, and cracked agent the ground, breaking the nose into several pieces. Hinata paused and looked up at the terrified Gaara, unmasked now sitting before her. Hinata gasped have numerous flashbacks of when her, Kiba, and Shino watched from the bushes as he brutally murdered three innocent men for “looking at him wrong”, and the time he fought with Rock Lee, almost killing him, with a smile on his face. Those cold eyes full of hate and anger, now full of fear and sorrow from rejection. He pushed her back, harshly, making her fall to the ground, and ran for the cover of the forest.

She sat in solitude, recalling what happened, now fearing for her life, she looked back at the mask, that had kept ths fear from her; remembering all the time she had spent with him; singing. He has always been so sweet then.

She picked up the masked cheerfully, and took out her medical kit and began repairs using the special medicine she makes herself and mad, making clay, and using the assortment of die she always had on her. As she repaired it, she wondered if he was really trying to be good. She wondered if he was just using her, but then shook that thought off quickly. No, he’s been too kind to me to think such things.  She thought to herself.

She leaned back and admired her handiwork, if you didn’t know it was broken you couldn’t tell. She smiled and got up, racing into the forest, carefully , to go and find him.

She soon found him, holding his knees almost crying, eyes glazed over, talking to what semmed, himself, clearly not noticing Hinata;

We have to kill her! You know the price if anyone finds out that its you.

Yes I know but I cant.

We have to rip out her thought, slicing, blood, rivers of blood!

Gaara clutched his head in what seemed to be pain, continuing the conversation with no one. Hinata listening, unseen to him. Until it got serious;

SHE SAW! We HAVE TO KILL HER! Slicing flesh, breaking her veins, ripping her thought, a fountain of blood.

But,...

DO IT! Your mother wants you to...

Mother?

She commands it... rip out her organs, make her suffer for doing this to you...

Mother?....mother.... I will do it for mother... yes... red flowing rivers of—

but before he could udder another word, hinata gently wrapped her delicate arms around his neck, pressing her wet cheeks against his, “im sorry if I hurt you. I didn’t mean to. Im sorry.“ She said in a quiet whisper.

He drew silently out of his trance and regained his sense of mortality and virtues. He looked down to the ground, not wanting to look at her at the moment. “ how much did you hear?” he said, in a painful whisper.

“Most of it...who were you talking to by the way?” she wondered out loud in a shy voice.

Gaara turned his head away in shame, obviously not wanting to talk about it.

Hinata sighed quietly and placed the mask on his lap; his head turned away. She looked down and started to get up, when he turned to look at her, sorrow ans shame in his deep eyes. “Im sorry.”

She blinked. She had never heard him say that, except when he was wearing the mask, look emotionless and bleak. The mask had provided a wall that when tore down provided ear and suspicions. Hinata didn’t doubt his love, just his existence.

Then suddenly, out of nowhere, Hinata began singing  in a quiet whisper;

“I know the darkness is your leader,
There's no light inside your heart.”

She sang, Gaara looking up trying to met her eyes, only to be met by her back turned, wavering in her voice, telling him she was crying but continuing;

“I can't forget that your depression,
..*sniff*..Breaks my love apart,
I spread my wings against your shadow,
my love can't really light your shades,”

Gaara placed his mask near the tree and getting up to met her, placing a warm hand on her shoulder, smiling, expecting her to look up. But she kept her head low, not meting his eyes, and faced her head away from him;

“And I wish I could forgive you,
But every day is still the same.”

Hinata turning her head, looking out of the corner of her soft, tear-consumed eyes. Gaara stepped back, hurt. His eyes softened and he stepped back for a moment before continuing her song;

“I feel our love is not forever,”

Hinata stepped in;

“Seems like a never-ending war”

“You can't repair my bleeding soul”

“Cause no one hurts like you my dear”

Hinata stepped closer;

“And I will never fly with you,
Never you should see me cry”

He backed away again;

“I never told my dreams to you”

“You could never see in my eyes,
But in my tears there's also heaven
All my love and all my dreams”

“I realize I can't stand your coldness,
I realized to late my dear”

Gaara sang, finishing the song with a lower note than he normal went, yet hitting it with such passion it made her shudder with sorrow. She rushed the distance between them, burring her head in his shoulder and cried. He wrapped his arms around her small figure, and used his hand to turn her head up twords his, making her look into his eyes, inches away from her, brushing the tears away.

She leaned closer, not contact but close enough to feel the warms on his skin, and the warm mist seeping from his mouth, misting from the cold. Her darkish blue streams, slightly mixing with his red messy flock of hair. Their eyes pleading for the same thing; recognition, passion, someone to wish them a good night,... love. Hinata’s tight corset resting agent his muscular chest, well tones over the years from training. (I know, get on with it right? XD) He reached up a slender hand and gently pressed the back of her forward locking her in a deep passionate kiss. She slowly buried her fingers in his silky flaming locks, pulling him closer. He gently brushed his tongue ageist her soft lips. She opened her mouth inviting him inside.

They held for quiet a while, not noticing the sun, just bairly peeking over the horizon, and the watchful eyes, hidden in shadows, roughly 500 feet away, no able to see Gaara’s face; his back was turned. He couldn’t even tell if he was hurting her or not, what he DID know, was that he was dangerous.

Sauske Uchiha crouched on a branch no too far off from the end of the mystery. He was so close, if the sun would get a bit brighter, then he would be able to tell, by hight, hair color, maybe even clothing. It was too dark to tell now. He would have to wait.

Gaara was the first to slowly pull away, joyful tears in both their eyes. They looked into each other’s eyes for what seemed to be an eternity, but was unexpectantly interrupted by a small shurican, aimed extraordinarily well. Gaara, quick as lightning, pulled out a Kuni knife and deflected it, using the sand in his jacket to make a temporary mask, identical to the first.

“I think its time we left. He said holding out a hand to her, smiling sweetly under his mask. She nodded wiping a slender tear from her face. He was about to use the sand as a transport when she suddenly ran into the woods, directly in the direction of Sauske. She grabbed the mask smiling gently and started to run back, when Sauske jumped in front of her, blocking the way, yelling, “STOP!...he’s a murder. He should be killed.”

She let out a silent gasp crying, “NO! You cant kill him, I—“ she stopped touching her finger to her lips. She was just about to tell one of her friends that she loved the very person that had almost killed one of the main stars. She sighed then behind his back used her Byacugun(sp o0?) To reach into Gaara’a mind. Please, ill go with him. Then you can escape. I don’t want him to kill you. She thought to him, only to be met with a glaire, disgust, and a voice, very different than Gaara’s; harsher, more violent, blood thirsty;

Gaara-sama, kill the reach, do it. She betrayed you. She probably called for him. She doesn’t love you...

Shut up... why would I do that?...

She betrayed your trust, your companionship,...your love.

And with that, Gaara’s eyes widened, overcome by memories, even Hinata couldn’t stand, horrible bloody memories, of death and empty words.

No,... was all she could say, but gaining courage at every blood lusting comment by the mysterious voice, she just about screamed in her head, “ I would never do such a thing!...how could you say that. All I did was try to recover you mask, Gaara-sama. I would never betray you. No after how you’ve treated me the past few months, with compation, with love. What can I do to prove to you that im no lying to you?

He remained silent. She began to weep silently. Only saying, “im sorry...Gaara-sama” . before drawing back into her own mind again.

It had been 5 minutes before Gaara even moved. He turned half way to her and gave her a sort of nod. And disinigrated into dust, into the wind, taking the mask with him.

Sauske lunged out for him again, “NO, not again!” he cried, just missing the sand-nin. “Damn”, he said to himself, “not again.”

Hinata backed away, watching him go off into the distance, smiling, remenecing in the moment, not noticing Sauske lunging at her, grabbing her arms painfully, “WHAT DO YOU KNOW?!” he screamed at her, spraying spit on her face.

She winced and shook her head, “nothing” she said with a ghost of a smile.

“TELL ME!” he yelled again.

“I don’t know what your talking about. “ she said, her confidence wavering.

Sauske reached his hand up and slapped her with the back of his hand painfuly. “TELL ME!” he roared, stirring the birds in the trees. (OMG HE BEATS WEMON DDD: DIE LOL! Lol X3)

Hinata tried to stop the fall with her hands, but still felt the shock of the blow, bitting her tongue, and spat out blood. She looked into his pitiless eyes, turned to Sadinguns unknowingly. She quickly looked away, not wanting to look at him. She closed her eyes and thought of him, his smile, his laugh,...his voice. She began humming the tune they had sang together not too long ago. Sauske getting irritated more than ever, began to kick her in the gut repetivly, feeling no mercy, not knowing of the pair of furious eyes watching them. Gaara had not forgotten, he would have never let his dear angel alone with someone who wanted to kill his best friend for power, never.

~END OF CHAP 2 WOOT~