Hey there! So, I know I'm already working on another story and I'm barely updating that as it is, BUT... Well, instead of making excuses let me just say I've been busy. However my mind has been swamping me with ideas and with one of them came this story as well as a couple of helpful ideas for my other story. So, I hope you guys can just bare with me as I try to get everything balanced, and get back to working on my other story. Mkay well, on with the fiction!

- Pain's Rebel Angel ;)

'Thoughts'

'Inner/Demons'

"Normal"

Young & Misunderstood; Sweet & Idiot

3rd POV

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Misunderstood... That's what I thought about him after getting to know him... - Naruto

When I met him I thought he was an idiot. As a matter of fact, I still do. He's just not as big of one now... - Gaara

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As the last man fell to the ground with a thud, the attacker stood straight with his head bowed slightly. The rain began to rapidly pick up pace from the light drizzle that it was, plastering crimson hair across his forehead. He rolled his shoulders, and reached a pale hand up to rub a spot where one of the bastards had kicked him. Hearing a noise from behind, he whirled around and dropped back down into a fighting stance. Though he doesn't see anyone, he doesn't move from his position.

"Show yourself," he commanded just loud enough to be heard over the rain, sounding deceptively calm.

Stepping out of the shadows from the wall, a blonde boy revealed himself. "Before you try to hit me or anything, just know I'm not here to fight."

Making no indication to relax his stance the red head responded, "Then what are you here for?"

The blonde rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, originally I followed you to talk. I lost you just a little after we left school. I found you again just before the fighting started."

Slowly, the red head dropped his fists and stood up straight. He nodded to the blonde, and turned to walk away.

"So why did they attack you," the blonde spoke.

"That," the red head said turning to look over his shoulder. "Is none of your business."

"Oh, c'mon man, throw me a bone here. I mean you just took down five fully-grown men on your own, without even seeming surprised. No other seventh grader in our class could do that Gaara..."

"My business is my own, Uzumaki. I suggest you stay out of it," Gaara responded.

"Fight me."

Gaara's eyes widen slightly in surprise, but he quickly covered it. "What," he says flatly.

"I said, fight me. I win, you answer some questions. If you win, you can leave and I'll never say a word about this again," the blonde said seriously.

"You're fucking with me, right," Gaara asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Not at all."

Gaara silently weighed his decisions. "Fine."

Gaara smoothly raised his fists into a ready position, and slid his feet apart. To his surprise, the blonde did the same thing just as smooth like, he'd done it a thousand times before. Deciding it was taking to much time, Gaara made the first move. He sent a left-hook flying towards his opponent's jaw followed up by a swift jab to the opposite side of his body. The other boy dodged the first hit, but couldn't escape the second. Not wanted to give the blonde an opening to strike, the red head dropped down a bit and spun, and aimed a kick for the back of the blonde's knees. Grabbing his leg, the other boy stopped his momentum and swung him. Gaara hit the asphalt rolling, and bounced gracefully back onto his feet.

"You're good," the blonde said grinning.

Gaara grunted, not wanting to make small-talk. Rushing at the boy who was still grinning, he feinted left and then hit him with an uppercut. The blonde stumbled back a step then kicked Gaara in the gut, knocking the wind out of him. Pushing his advantage the boy grabbed the red head in a a death grip. Gaara quickly jabbed an elbow back into his opponent's gut, and jerked his head back into the blonde's face. Managing to turn just in time for Gaara's attack to miss his nose, the blonde winced as he felt the impact on his cheek. Deciding he should end it now the boy spun Gaara around and head-butted him. Both boys, (now disoriented and in pain,) fell to the ground with the force of the blow.

Groaning as his vision swam, Gaara sat up. "Naruto..."

The blonde looked up startled. This was the first time Gaara had addressed him by his first name.

"Good move."

"Thanks," Naruto said grinning. "Honestly it would have lasted longer if you hadn't just fought off those guys." Naruto looked around as if just realizing the were still surrounded by the fallen men. "Dude... Are they dead?"

Gaara shrugged. "I don't know. I don't really care either."

"But—," Gaara held up and hand, cutting him off.

"Let's talk somewhere else. Preferably indoors."

Naruto nodded, and they started for the diner down the road. Once inside they sat down in a booth in the back.

"Hi there. What can a get you two young men tonight," a waitress asked, setting napkins and silverware in front of them.

"I'll have a burger and some fries," Naruto responded smiling.

"Coffee," Gaara said.

"Alright, coming right up."

The waitress walked away leaving them alone.

"So... You won. What did you want to know? You get three questions," Gaara told him sitting back in his seat, and crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well first off, why did those guys attack you," Naruto asked as he eyed the red head.

Gaara looked over Naruto skeptically before answering. "Just so we're clear Uzumaki, what is said here is private. I don't want anyone knowing anything, is that clear?"

The blonde boy nodded.

"Okay then. They were hired to."

"Why?"

"My father doesn't exactly like me. It's nothing new so don't get worked up over it," Gaara answered rolling his eyes.

"So that's why you didn't seem surprised when they jumped you," Naruto said nodding to himself. "Seems legit. Also probably why you knew how to handle yourself so well... What's up with your dad though? More specifically, what's up with the fact he's hiring people to attack you."

"Tch, he and I don't exactly see eye to eye that's why."

Naruto snorted. "Yeah. Right," he scoffed. "That's a bullshit answer if I ever heard one. That's not an actual reason to throw people at your kid to harm them."

Gaara sighed feeling a headache approaching. "It could be a number of things honestly. The fact my mother died giving birth to me, thus making her death my fault; his genetic bullshit experiments not turning out like he wanted; or possibly just me being defiant and not listening to him... Those are my best guesses, so take your pick."

"Wait... Genetic experiments... Wha—"

"You already asked your three questions," Gaara interrupted.

The waitress walked back over with their orders. "Here you go. Enjoy."

Naruto looked over at Gaara. "I didn't ask three questions though..."

"Yes you did."

Naruto thought about it. "Well, damn..."

The red head smirked.

"Well, what if we trade questions? You ask one then I ask one," Naruto suggested.

"No."

"Aw, c'mon man. Why not?"

Gaara looked at Naruto lazily. "Because you can't offer any information I want or need."

"Oh yeah? Try me, Sabaku."

"Tch, fine. Tell me about the Uchiha in our class. He's a pretty shady person, and seems to have an issue with me," Gaara said.

"Oh, Sasuke? Shady? Well, if you say so... He's more of an arrogant bastard, but whatever. Though, he does have a good reason to be both I guess, "Naruto responded shrugging. "Arrogant bastard, cause he's got money. Lot's of it. Shady, because a majority of said money comes from weapon dealings. His family dominates in that field. Though they would have you believe it's from their business company."

After, having said this Naruto started viciously attacking his burger. Gaara just stared at him slightly impressed, having not really expected an answer.

"And his issue with me?"

Naruto snorted, then swallowed what he had in his mouth. "He's got an issue with almost everybody, don't take it personally. The asshole either doesn't see them worthy, or is intimidated by the possibility of them being better than him. He's a prick who likes power, and being better than everyone. It doesn't help you broke his nose first week you transferred."

Gaara smirked. "I still don't regret it."

Naruto laughed then grinned at Gaara. "That gained you my respect that day, dude."

Gaara nodded. "Okay, fine. Ask your question."

Naruto's eyes widened, as did his grin. "Yes! So... Genetic shit huh? What's the deal with that?" He then went back to stuffing his face, waiting on a response.

Gaara inwardly groaned. "My father was an idiot, who thought it was a great idea to fuck with my genetic code while I was in the womb. He swears up, down, left, and right that he managed to seal a 'demon' inside me," Gaara bared his teeth as he mentioned his father's claims then he chuckled. "The only thing that genius did was successfully cause me schizophrenia."

Naruto shook his head. "Wow."

Naruto finished his food, and went to pay the bill. Gaara got up and followed him to the door.

"So see ya tomorrow," Naruto said.

"Yeah."

They both started to walk away, but Naruto turned around.

"Wait, if your dad is hiring people to attack you, I'm pretty sure he doesn't want you living with him... Where are you staying?"

"I bounce around. I don't sleep though so normally I just wander around."

"Don't sleep?"

"Insomnia... It's a bitch. I keep going 'til I collapse."

"Aw, man, fuck that. Come stay at my place."

"What," Gaara deadpanned. "In case you didn't notice, we barely know each other."

Naruto responded shrugging, "Your point? I bet you I know more about you than most people. I mean you don't ever make nice with the people in school, so I'm just assuming from what I've seen."

"..."

"C'mon, you don't have anything to lose ya know?"

Gaara slowly started walking towards Naruto. "Fair enough. Try anything and I'll beat the shit out of you."

Naruto chuckled nervously. "I'm not that stupid."

"Right..."

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Young... Like me... My age... Maybe we can be friends? That's what ran through my mind when I met her... - Hinata

She was so sweet. Too nice to be involved in what these people did. She's still is for the most part... - Sakura

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'Blood... So much blood.'

That was her only thought as she stood there in the open doorway of her home. She walked into the house slowly, terrified. Trying to avoid stepping into the puddles of red that were scattered throughout the front room, she made her way into the kitchen searching for her parents.

Suddenly, there was a scream from up the stairs. Disregarding the blood, she ran swiftly up the stairway, succeeding in not making any noise. Once at the top, she stopped. Noticing her parents bedroom door was cracked, she crept towards it. As she peeked through the slightly ajar door, she had to choke back a sob.

"Cute kid... Where is she? Maybe we could have some fun while we make you sit there and watch," a gravelly voice said from a place in the room she couldn't see.

Her father, who sat tied to chair in the middle room, jerked against the ropes that held him. While her mother desperately tried to push herself of the floor.

"You won't fucking touch her!"

"Oh yeah," the voice said snidely. "And who's gonna stop me? You?" It laughed. "Last time I checked, you're currently unable to do anything, and your wife can't even get up."

"You bastard," the girl's mother yelled, finally managing to get into a sitting position.

"Well, ya see sweetheart, if you had just given that nice little blueprint over to the boss, we wouldn't even be having this conversation. You'd be having a happy little night while, no one else would be the wiser. But instead," the man with the gravelly voice paused, stepping into the girl's field of vision and hit her father. "Instead, we're here. You put yourselves into this situation."

The young girl gasped.

"What was that," the man's head snapped to the door. He quickly made his way across the room and flung it open. "Well, look what we have here... How long have you been there, huh?" He grabbed her arm, dragging her into the room.

"Sakura," her mother gasped.

"Well, Sakura is it," he asked smiling manically. "You're just in time for the big finish."

He turned her around so she was facing her parents and her back was pressed against him. Slowly, he began to rub her sides. Her father started to fight against his restraints again, making the man behind her laugh. The man let his hands drift higher, and squeezed Sakura's chest.

"Here's what's gonna happen," he stated maliciously with his hands still on Sakura, who was frozen in shock. "You two, are going to watch me fuck your precious little daughter, and then, when I'm done with her, I'm going to kill her. After that, we'll see which one of you gets to go first."

"LIKE HELL," her mother shouted as she fought to stand up.

The man pulled a gun. "Fine then, you'll go first."

The sound of a shot rang out. Suddenly, the hands that were on Sakura fell away, and there was a thud behind her. With the man's hands off of her, she shook herself out of her frozen state and whirled around. The guy laid on the ground in a pool of his own blood. Without any coherent thought, other than the fact the man that threatened her parents was dead, she rushed towards them. Throwing her arms around both of them, she let out a quiet sob.

"Are you all alright?"

The sudden question shocked the girl, and she turned around pushing strands of pink hair away from her face. Standing there was a tall man, with long hair and pale eyes. He was dressed in a fancy suit, and held a gun in his hand.

"Yes... Thank-you, Hiashi," her father spoke to the man.

"You're welcome, my friend. Thank-you for the information that someone was planning on attacking my warehouse." The man turned to walk away.

Before he could leave however, Sakura stopped him.

"Wait," she exclaimed.

Stepping forward, she bowed to him. "I thank-you. I am in your debt, sir. You saved not only my life, but my parents as well. If there is anything I can do to repay you, do not hesitate to demand it."

Upon hearing those words, her mother, (who had just finished untying her father and was starting to doctor the stab wound in his right arm,) gasped and Hiashi turned to look at her. "Are you sure you know what you're offering child? Anything is a vague word."

Sakura looked up at him nervous. "Then allow me to amend my statement. If there is anything within my power you wish me to do, I will. I owe you that much for saving the lives of my family..."

Hiashi eyed her closely. "How old are you?"

"Twelve. I will be thirteen soon."

"Since you are so willing, I will accept your offer. My daughter is in need of a guard her age that will not look suspicious. You will come live with us, and we will train you. Basically you will work for me, and I will treat you well, like you were an extended family member. These are the terms of your debt."

Sakura's eyes widen, and she looks back at her parents. Turning to face him again she responds, "Yes, sir."

"Very good. Gather your things, we'll be leaving soon."

The girl made her way to her own bedroom and packed all of her necessary things.

"I'll allow her to call you. However, I suggest the two of you lay low. The scum you're dealing with won't give up easily. It will be easier to hide now that you won't have Sakura to worry about."

"Hiashi... That's our daughter... Please, take care of her."

The pale-eyed man nodded, and made his way downstairs.

"Sakura, let's go."

The pink haired girl rushed down the steps and out the door to catch up with Hiashi after hugging her parents good-bye. The car ride to the estate was where Hiashi briefed Sakura on his profession.

"I run a very interest... Business you could say. If you've ever heard of the mafia, and what they do then you already have an idea. This is the reason my daughter needs protection. There are people who would use her to get to me. This is where you come in. You can be with her twenty-four-seven without causing suspicion..." And he continued to tell her the details until they arrived.

Upon arriving, Hiashi told her he would send someone out to show her to her room. After about five minutes the door opened, but Sakura didn't think that this was who was supposed to show her to her room. Though, after observing her for a second, Sakura decided that she could be a source of entertainment until the person who was supposed to take her showed up.

Sakura cleared her throat softly, making the girl jump and turn to face her.

"Wh-who a-are you," she asked softly.

"I'm Sakura," the pinkette said smiling and offering her hand.

"I-I'm Hinata," the girl with dark short hair responded gently shaking their hands.

Sakura's eyes widened. "You're Hiashi's daughter?!"

"U-uh, y-yes..."

"Holy crap! You're so nice though!"

"Sakura," a voice called from the doorway. "I'm to show you to your room."

"Oh, alright." Sakura flashed the shy girl another smile. "Well, see ya around Hinata."

"O-o-okay."

So... How is it? Should I continue? Please review and let me know what you think...