Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. (Wish I did)

Also, I do not support Gaara-Hinata, so know there is no coupling in this fic. Me, I think this is hilarious. I mean, come on! Gaara making tea?

Chapter 1: The Change

Gaara

Gaara awoke slowly, yawning as he struggled to sit up. Then, he bolted up, realizing he had been asleep, eyes darting around the room looking for the whirling sand and listening for Temari's desperate cries of 'wake up!'

Instead, there was a clean, grey room with a large, full length mirror, and a nice wooden dresser and a TV to the side. No sand, no screams of pain or blood splattered walls. In fact, something was up with his bed too. Clean, soft purple sheets and a comfy mattress…this was not his room.

"What…?" He mumbled, and then gasped at his voice. It was so weak, and quiet, and fragile. Most definitely a girl's. He sprang out of the bed and his feet met squishy carpeting. Startled, it only delayed his rush to the mirror.

He stared at himself. This was not right, who was this person? Hinata Hyuuga was staring back at the bewildered shinobi. Confusion pounded in Gaara's head. Why was he this feeble kunoichi? What the hell was going on? He felt like killing something. NOW. Fury roared in his head as he began to pace, feeling his chest bounce as he walked. (How strange, he muttered, blushing) And then he realized – there was no sand. Shukaku was not growling in his head. He smiled a sinister, too-happy smile, which looked wrong on Hinata's face.

Hinata

Hinata was awoken by a harsh scream and several bangs on her door. Rough sand brushed her face and whirled around the room. It was in her bed, on the walls, shifting around on her face.

She screamed. And it came out deep and menacing, angry. It was male…and…so was she. Hinata swiftly jumped from her bed with blood red sheets and ran to one of the windows. She could just make out the reflection of Sabaku no Gaara on the windows smooth glass. She stared at herself with sleepless, cold eyes and wanted to faint. But there was something keeping her from doing so… Hinata's breath sped up as she began to panic. Where was her comfy room? Who would make the morning tea? What was going on?

"GAARA!" Came an angry, desperate scream from the hallway. Hinata whirled around and shoved open the door, revealing a bloody and bruised Temari, staring at her brother in pure fear.

She gaped at her. Temari was Gaara's sister, wasn't she? What had happened to beat her so badly? Quickly she dove to Temari's side.

"Are you okay? What happened? Oh, I better get some ointment!" She cried in Gaara's voice, scurrying down the hallway in his baggy red pajamas. It was all rather wrong, and Temari gaped after him.

Gaara

Soon, a voice interrupted Gaara's bloodthirsty thoughts.

"Hinata-hime!" Came Hiashi's voice, strong. "Why are you not up yet? Unless you are sick, I expect the morning tea to be ready for your cousin and I as usual!" Then Hiashi's footsteps faded down the hall.

"Fuck." Gaara growled. He looked at himself one more time in the mirror. Purple-black hair, still pupil-less eyes, and this overall fragile demeanor. He was definitely in someone else's body.

Opening the sliding door, Gaara looked both ways down the long halls, which were also carpeted. Damn, he thought, The Hyuuga are wealthy people! Taking a guess, he dashed one direction down the hall. At least this body was light, and no gourd of sand to weigh him down, either.

Luckily, he soon found the kitchen. The giant, hundred cabinet kitchen with a beautiful stove, clean counters, and a shimmering sink. He could only stare. How the hell was he supposed to know where to find tea stuff in this place?

Immediately he began ravaging through cabinets, tossing things this way and that and over all just trashing the place. He snarled as he finally found the tea kettle. He wanted to punch a hole through the wall, but he doubted this girl's fists would be strong enough.

Neji Hyuuga was a cold, determined boy. He was grumpy this morning because he was out of his favorite conditioner, and that meant his hair would not be satisfactory all day. And he wanted coffee. Of course, only main branch members got coffee, so he had to settle with tea. Which Hinata better have made by now because if he had his morning tea late…grr.

As he walked past the large kitchen, one of the many in this house, he heard,

"FUCK!" He froze. That was Hinata's voice. That was Hinata's voice cursing. Turning, he slammed open the door, just as a tea kettle full of hot, broiling water went flying towards his head.

Neji's glare at Hinata was almost like her glare at him, a Gaara death glare. His hair was sopping wet, and he had burns, and Neji could not believe the look his usually silent cousin was giving him. She looked like she was about to rip someone's head off. He had never seen her this angry. Actually, he had never seen her angry at all.

Gaara stared at Hyuuga Neji. What was that bastard doing here? Oh right, the whole cousin thing. He knew what he should do, but Gaara was too pissed to do it. And he was pissed because the stupid sand wasn't there to crush things with, and knife had fallen on his head because there was no sand protecting him either, and right now his insanity level was reaching maximum.

"Who are you and where is Hinata?" Neji growled. Now he was double-angry, partly because he knew if the main branch found out they would blame the lower branch, mainly him.

"Hell if I should know." Gaara snarled. "I'm Gaara."

Neji gawked at him. Or at Hinata, but the cold look she was giving him proved she wasn't who she looked like.

"Gaara." Neji murmured, sinking to the floor. "You're Gaara, the psychotic murderer who helped Sound invade Konoha?"

Gaara stiffened.

"Shut up. I'll kill you." Gaara said, though the effect was slightly dulled by the fact it was Hinata speaking and there was no swirling sand to back him up. Damn Shukaku. He thought.