Disclaimer: I'm not claiming the characters of Naruto. Everyone knows they all belong to Masashi Kishimoto.

Thoughts.

"Speech."

"Shukaku's speech."

Chapter 1:

Stolen Kiss

Gaara slowly rubbed his knuckles against the skin of her cheek. It felt so nice to touch her though he knew that he was, in some way, stealing something from her. Hinata's skin was so smooth and soft for a ninja like her. A ninja, like him –like them-, usually has a rough, damaged skin.

Yet, they were the same, in terms of the skin type, though.

Both of them had flawless skin, considering that he has the sand to protect him all the time and she was the heiress of a very prestigious clan. It only implies that he could not be wounded and she has all the money to undo all the scars she has gotten from the battle field –that is, if ever she spends a fortune to keep a skin as beautiful as this. Thus, keeping their skin free from flaws.

Gaara drew himself closer to the kunoichi lying underneath the sheets, enough for him to take in the scent of blood from the wounds she got from fighting with her own cousin.

"Hinata." He groaned, his lips near her ear.

Yes, that was her name. Hyuuga Hinata. He learned that from the Chuunin Exams.

He couldn't fathom why he was so addicted to this girl. Imagine him feeling so twisted a while ago that he wasn't able to stop himself from hunting her all over the village. And when he found her here, he didn't have second thoughts about entering the room to 'protect' her.

As far as he could remember, she was a member of the team who saw him kill for nothing in the Forest of Death. When he saw her fearful yet beautiful white eyes that time, he felt himself twitch. He was sane enough to know what he wanted from her. It was none other than her blood. She came from a family with a special blood line, he could tell that from the color of her eyes. Her blood probably tastes better than the ones Shukaku has already consumed. It probably tastes sweeter.

Gaara licked his lips that suddenly felt so dry, felt so in need to be moistened by her blood. He couldn't help but wonder how the red liquid from her body actually tasted like.

"Boy, you want her, don't you?" Gaara heard the monster inside him say. "You want to know how she tastes like, don't you? And I don't think you would want to lose the opportunity to taste her blood."

Gaara's eyes widened. Tiny red veins surrounded his aquamarine orbs. Yes, he wanted to seize the opportunity to taste her. Yes, he wanted her… Badly.

"Come on; turn your imagination into reality!"

Trembling, he ran the tips of his fingers from her temple down to her neck.

Bandages…

There were bandages that protected every inch of her pale skin.

"Rip them up! Don't let them get on your way!"

I can't…

Gaara closed his eyes, stopping himself from tearing the bandages that covered Hinata's body from her neck down to her ankles. At the same time, he tried to listen to his 'slightly good side'.

Shukaku's guffaw ran through Gaara's disturbed mind. "Since when have you gotten this weak? Get her! She's yours!" The monster laughed louder. "She's ours, I mean."

His eyes focused on the hand that still held a piece of the bandage on her neck.

Yes, she's mine… She belongs to no one but me… Her blood belongs to me now…

But I really can't…

His good side prevailed and he let go of her. He wouldn't risk his mission to satisfy his craving. If he will destroy the bandages, it will cause trouble and it will be immediately reported to the old Hokage. The Hokage will then have some ninjas to investigate the matter. If he will get caught, it will cause problems between Suna and Konoha. And if that happens, he wouldn't succeed on the mission given to him.

"Transform to Shukaku and destroy Konoha once I gave you the signal…"

That was what the Kazekage told him before Gaara entered the Chuunin Exams. It doesn't matter if he won't be a chuunin as long as he could destroy Konoha.

Mind over matter, Gaara. He reminded himself and placed a foot on the window sill, ready to leave the Hyuuga alone.

Suddenly…

He heard her cough… many times.

Gaara glanced over his shoulder and saw blood all over and around Hinata's lips. She was still unconscious, though.

His eyes went wide once again without him being aware of it.

He walked to the girl.

"This is your chance, boy! Don't waste it! Fate has already provided you with what you wanted!"

This time, Gaara wasn't able to get a hold of himself and he gave in to Shukaku's urges.

He walked to the bed.

She's still asleep.

Gaara wiped a droplet of blood from her cheeks with his index finger then brought the finger to his lips and tasted it.

She was unbelievably sweet… And intoxicating…

He swallowed. Never in his life has he tasted something as wonderful as this. Gaara drew himself close to her, admiring the beauty her face held. But he didn't care much about how she looked like. He was more concerned on the red liquid on her lips and skin.

Oh, how he loved the scent of her blood! It wafted through his nostrils like an addicting aroma of prohibited drugs.

He held her face with both of his hands as though he was scared that she might escape him.

His gourd rattled and the demon laughed.

"Finally…"

Gaara proceeded into licking the skin of her right cheek, savoring every drop of blood he could get. When he was done with licking her right cheek, he proceeded to the left.

Ever wonder why he didn't lick her lips first?

Save the best for last. He mentally chuckled but continued to wipe the stain of blood with his tongue.

Feeling something strange on her face, Hinata slowly opened her eyes. It wasn't the right time for her to wake up since she needed to restore the energy she lost in her combat against her own cousin a while ago. Her whole body still hurt but she knew she has to force herself to wake up a bit. A good ninja must keep her surroundings in check, anyway.

She saw ruffled red hair, pale skin, and a black rimmed eye. Hinata tried to digest everything. In her current state, it was hard to distinguish a nightmare from reality. She felt something wet on her face and lips while another wet 'material' was cleaning it up for her.

As seconds passed, realization dawned on her.

What the-

Her eyes widened as the horrifying truth settled on her barely functioning mind. If she weren't paralyzed, she could also be trembling right now.

H- He's the ninja from Suna who murdered someone in the Forest of Death mercilessly! What is he doing here? He shouldn't be here! Naruto-kun, help me…

She swallowed and tried to calm herself down.

He'll go away soon… He'll go away soon… He'll go away soon… She mentally chanted those words as she waited for the time for him to leave her.

When there was no blood to get from Hinata's left cheek, Gaara withdrew himself from her and stopped for a second to look at her wide open eyes and quivering lips. If it were possible, he could tell that she was paler than usual. There was only one emotion that he could read from her expression. Fear. She was definitely scared of him. Everyone gets scared of him, anyway.

Go ahead Hyuuga. Fear me.

Hinata's return to full consciousness did nothing to stop Gaara from his malicious activities. She watched frightfully as he leaned down and licked her lips with his eyes closed.

With his hands on her cheeks, his face close to hers, his legs on either side of her, and his tongue on her lips, anyone who could see them will assume that the Sand nin was raping the shy and firm heiress. However, he had no intention of taking her virginity. He wasn't the type to be interested on rutting girls in bed and taking them. He'd prefer seeing them dead with their blood all over their worthless corpses. But in Hinata's case, all he wanted was her blood and nothing more. He won't kill her… yet. He needed her to feed his hunger for her blood.

Hinata's eyes were still wide. She wanted to scream, to run away, to do anything to get him off her, but fear has already taken all her guts to do anything. Her mind was in rambles she couldn't plot a way to escape this demon on top of her.

Tears threatened to fall on her cheeks. She felt like Gaara was already stealing her first kiss –the kiss she had been keeping for Naruto– though he wasn't locking his lips with her yet.

Naruto-kun…

Gaara pulled away from her. His aquamarines stared into her whites. She was close to breaking out and cry but he didn't care. Not at all.

"More." He demanded since he had already wiped the blood from her lips.

Give me more…

Just like a crazy twist of fate, Hinata felt a pang of pain in her chest. The pain was too unbearable. She knew she has to cough out again but she didn't want him to 'help her wipe the blood up for her'. So she struggled to keep her mouth shut as she coughed.

Seeing her contain the blood he longed for inside her mouth, Gaara vehemently parted her lips with his hands and pulled her closer to him, inflicting more pain on her severely gashed body. The scent of blood came out with her breath. He wasn't able to control himself when he leaned in and attacked her lips with his.

Tears fell from her eyes. She was conscious enough to comprehend that he had stolen the kiss which was supposed to be for the blonde shinobi she admired for years, for the boy she had dreamed of spending her whole life with.

Her wince came out as a soft moan. And the sound of it only aroused him more to explore her tasty mouth.

He wasn't sure if it were the blood or the touch of her lips that kept him close, so close to her. Her lips were so soft that it made him crave more to deepen the kiss they were sharing.

Her eyes spilled more tears when she felt his tongue roam around her mouth to taste the blood she kept there.

He was rough…

His arms around her neck and waist, claiming her body possessively… Her indigo bangs on his pale forehead… Their lips locked together… His tongue inside her mouth… Tears stinging in her eyes…

This isn't the kiss she had dreamed of when she was younger. Nor was the person she would share it with.

Please stop it… She cried out mentally. How could he do this to her? She couldn't remember doing anything that could offend him in any way. Besides, she doesn't deserve this kind of torture. She had been nice to everyone she met in her life but why was Kami doing this to her? Has she been an atrocious daughter? Has she been a selfish sister? Has she been a terrible friend?

A few minutes passed before he released her lips. He let the image of her wet face feed his eyes before he reluctantly placed her back on her bed. He wanted more from her but he had to stop himself. If he would be too addicted to her, he might end up killing her –which, of course, is not a very good idea.

He left her crying and speechless like he hadn't done something so vile on her. He ignored her tears like it was the least thing he could ever care for.

Hinata watched the small swirl of sand that he left when he disappeared. She wished never to come across with him again. Though it was the complete opposite of the red haired shinobi's will.

Their paths will meet again. And Gaara will make sure of that.

He was so addicted to her… And sooner, he'll make her his.

Sooner my Hyuuga… Sooner.

Bebe…

This is my first GaaHina fic. Kindly tell me what you think of the first chapter. Hope it's not that sucky.

Ratings might change to M soon. (: Oh and please inform me if I have some errors here. ty!