Yeah, yeah I know. I have lots of other stories at the moment, but I'm kinda having a writer's block on them, lol. So I've decided to make another
Gaara x Hinata fic cause I love the pairing sooo much! I think this is a completely new type of Gaara x Hinata fic. I haven't read any other like the one I'm about to make anyway lol.

So here's the full sum:

Hinata is a homeless person who has a dark past. Gaara is a normal everyday guy. But one day, Gaara accidentally hits Hinata with his car and decides to take her back to his home for her to heal, but when he finds out she has nowhere to go, he lets her stay with him. What happens when Gaara falls for Hinata, but Hinata hasn't even heard of the word love before? And what happens when Hinatas dark past comes back to haunt her?

Umm... The story is better, promise! lol. There is a lot of GaaHina in this story along with a bit of NaruIno too!! I hope you all enjoy the first chappy and R&R for me please!

Thank you!

Ages:
Hinata - 18
Gaara - 20
Ino - 19
Naruto - 20

Disclaimer: No Naruto for me...

Guardian Angel

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Chapter 1: Accident

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I searched in the almost empty dumpster, looking desperately for a decent meal. My clothes were ripped and grimy and there were massive dirt stains on my new clothes that I hadn't long ago found in the very same dumpster I was going through now. My large shirt hung loosely from my small shoulders and the tight trousers I wore were worn so much that they were practically rags hanging off of my narrow hips. I have cuts and bruises all over my body, but luckily none on my face. I once had tidy, neat and silky looking hair but it is now in tangles and knots. My now messy hair looks very dry and greasy at the same time and falls down to my middle back. The small, dark and dirty alley is my only home, and I have lived on the streets for almost all of my hellish eighteen years alive on this Godforsaken planet.

I dug around in the trash can, hoping for at least something edible. I really don't want to have to resort to stealing once again, but by the look of things, I think I am going to have to.

I cursed silently to myself and took another check in the trash can. There just had to be something to eat! I pushed passed the empty Coke-a-cola cans and the empty wrappers of chocolates and other sweet tasting treats. I really do wish that I could try a piece of chocolate. They just look so nice and tasty.

My stomach rumbled loudly as I thought of the different kinds of chocolates I have come across in my life so many times, but I have never been able to have. But I quickly pushed all thoughts aside, especially ones about food, and concentrated on the task at hand. I knew my best friend would be disappoint if I come "home" once again empty handed. And I really hate to disappoint my only friend.

I rummaged through the trash can as tears of frustration and depression burned my eyes, begging to be let out and fall down my dirty cheeks as I came up with nothing once again. I knew no matter how much I didn't want to do it... I knew that my friend and myself are going to have to steal again because if we don't, we will surly die of starvation.

I finally pulled my tired body out of the dumpster and stood up and straightened out my aching back. My back has been really hurting lately dew to having to bend down to look for food all the time.

Usually my friend and myself would take it in turns to look for food, but lately my friend has been feeling very ill and she can't get up or even move at times, so I have to do all the work now. I let one crystal blue tear slip down my mud-stained cheek as I thought of my ill friend. I wasn't so sure any more if she will make it. My friend has been looking worse and worse with each passing day, but I don't think I could bare life without my only friend. I think part of me would die with her if she was to go soon. 'Think positive.' I told myself.

I took a quick glance at the passing people and thought to myself how luckily they were. They never had to go through what I have had to when I did have a home, and they never had to run away and live a life of a lowly homeless person at the tender age of five. And the worst part was that most of the people that went passed thought that they had big problems and burdens, but really they don't know a thing when it comes to a hard life. But, if they were put in my shoes for just one day, I know they would break. They wouldn't be able to cope.

But still... I want a normal life...

... I want to feel protected by a proper family...

... I want to be able to moan and groan about my job too, just like I hear the people who pass by do...

... I want my own precious person, whatever that may be...

... I just want to be free...

... But I know that this is the only life for me.

My name is Hyuuga Hinata, and this is my miserable life.

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I rubbed my aching forehead as I listened to the never-ending conversation my room mate just had to start with me.

I had just come into the living room, minding my own business, just wanting to watch a little TV, until he came in, bouncing around like the pansy he is and he just had to start talking to me. I swear, He. Wont. Stop. Talking! I must have told him about at least ten times in the last five minutes to shut the hell up, yet I am starting to question if I am speaking a different language to him.

"Naruto, for the love of Kami, shut the hell up!" I finally burst.

And I loved how quiet it was for those three wonderful, blissful seconds, before he completely ignored me and carried on talking as though I hadn't just shouted at him to keep that annoying voice of his to himself. I don't even know what he's talking about. Its a one-sided conversation seeming as I refuse to talk to him, and yet he doesn't seem to mind. In fact, he seems to be talking for me. I raised an almost invisible eyebrow at that. Naruto is very, very weird.

I went back to rubbing the love tattoo on my forehead once again as his voice started off my migraine once again.

I growled lowly in my throat as I heard him start to talk about the little whore that follows me everywhere I go. I think she had called herself Sakna... or was is Sakura? Eh, who cares?

The little tramp is never getting me anyway. Naruto seems to be just as disturbed as I am about it though. Especially since every time the Pink Slut comes toward us -- trying her hardest to look sexy and failing miserably, might I add – she always seems to find some way of getting my room mate into a verbal fight with her just so that she can hit him on the head repeatedly. So lets just say, Naruto despises her almost as much as myself...

... Almost.

Soon, I couldn't take Naruto's constant talking any more, especially now that he is talking about the Pink Slut that I had so nicely nicknamed her. I suddenly stood up, startling my room mate and my secret best friend and mumbled out. "You're continues talking has given me a migraine. So now, because of you, I have to go out and get some fresh air." I grumbled out the last part before turning my jade coloured eyes to my room mate and glaring heatedly at him. I saw him gulp and smirked slightly. "And I'm taking you're car." I added as an after thought.

Naruto nodded sheepishly in my direction and quickly apologized for talking so much.

I just grunted and walked to the front door of our mansion and opened the front door, grumbling under my breath, as I walked, about something along the lines of blonde haired, loud mouthed pansies. I practically slammed the door behind me, making myself wince at the loudness, and making my headache worse, if possible. I walked down the driveway and pulled out my car keys.

I stopped just before unlocking the drivers door, moving a piece of fiery red coloured bang from my jade coloured eyes, and then rubbed my tattoo once again, hoping to ease my headache even a little.

Nope.

Damn Naruto.

My name is Sabaku Gaara, and this is my crappy life.

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I walked over to the abandoned basement where my friend and myself have been living for years. I felt so guilty that I was coming "home" without any food. This will make it three days without having any food if I don't go and steal from the hot dog stand that is placed on the opposite side of the ally.

I sighed before crouching down in front of the window that had a torn rag put in front of it, it was used for a curtain. I pulled the rag up and slipped into the basement. I felt for a cardboard box with my feet and when I felt it I jumped from the window onto the cardboard box. I then jumped off the cardboard box and felt the cold floor beneath my bare feet. "Hinata-chan. Is that you?" My friends voice made an echo in the almost empty room.

"Hai, Ino-chan. Its me." I replied, not even keeping the sad note out of my voice.

I sighed and walked over to my blonde haired friend. Her blonde hair has become so knotty and messy that she has had to tie it up with a bobble she found on the floor of the ally. Her big sapphire eyes stared at my own and I could see that she was clearly worried for the both of us. Her clothes were like my own and her body had more bruises than me, but I had more cuts than her. "Hina-chan, what's wrong? Couldn't find anything again?" She asked me sadly.

She was laying on a big, flat cardboard box and used a pile of old newspapers we had found as a pillow. The only thing we could use as a blanket was a small cloth we once again found in a trash can about a year ago. Before we found them we had no blankets to use. I nodded my head slowly then shamefully lowered my head. I didn't want to see the disappointed look on her face. Or maybe she will be more angry with me?

"Its okay, Hina-chan. There's nothing we can do about it." Ino-chan's soft voice made me relax, but I still couldn't help but feel guilty.

I took a deep breath and looked up at her. It hurt me so much to see my best friend in such a state. She looked so ill. There were big, black bags under her eyes and she was looking so pale lately. Not to mention she has been loosing too much weight to. "No, there is something we can do about it... or well, I can anyway." I said confidently, even though I felt the complete opposite of confident.

I saw Ino-chan cock her head to her side and smile lazily at me as she fought to keep her blue orbs open. "And what's that?" She asked me tiredly, yawning straight after she had asked it.

I really didn't want to have to steal, but it was the only way to stay alive, because at this rate, we will die within the week. We haven't ate anything for three whole days and I know that there isn't going to be much to eat in the trash cans for a long time to come. This was the only way. "Well, you might not be up to it, but... but I'm going to steal two hot dogs from the hot dog stand on the opposite side of the street." I told her in a tone that told her that no matter what she was going to say, she isn't going to change my mind. I've made my decision.

"But Hina-chan, think-" I cut off Ino-chan before she could even start.

"Its the only way, Ino-chan. I'll be back as soon as I can. I'll come back with food, I promise." I didn't give her any time to react because I was already climbing onto the cardboard box and then climbed out of the cold basement and onto the dirty ground that belonged to the ally.

I stood up straight and started for the exit to the ally.

I came to the end and poked my head out to have a look onto the street. The street was very busy, and I was surprised by how dark it was out. I'd say it is about nine o'clock. That was good. It would make it much easier for myself encase I get caught and I have to blend in with the crowd and they won't be able to see me because of the dark.

I took one nerves step out, already aware of the curious and also disgusted stares I was getting off people. Well, they can all go to hell for jugging people before even getting to know them.

I walked across the road and saw the huge line of people waiting for a hot dog. 'They are so lucky that they have so much money to buy nice and fancy things.' I thought bitterly to myself as I hid behind the wall that was next to the hot dog stand.

There was a big, fat man there giving out the hot dogs. He looked like a mean, grumpy old man and he made me have second thoughts about going through with this, but then I remembered that I had promised Ino-chan that I would come back with something to eat, so I am. I'm not going to let anyone stop me from my goal.

I fixed my lavender tinted eyes on all of the paying costumers and waited for one of them to order two hot dogs. The time soon came.

As soon as I saw the fat man start to make the hot dog, I crouched low on the ground and sneaked up behind the fat man. I waited for the fat man to put the two hot dogs down so that he could get his money. He soon did just that and I slowly brought my shaky hands out and reached for them, keeping a good eye on the fat serving man. Unfortunately for me, I had forgotten to keep an eye on the man who had ordered the hot dogs in the first place and he shouted out to the fat man "Hey, that bitch is trying to steal from you!" And he pointed at me, making the fat mans head snap down to look at my crouching form beside him, the two hot dogs now in my hands.

We stared at each other for what seemed like forever until something shouted in the back of my mind 'RUN YOU FOOL!' And so I did. I ran away from the fat man and the now angry people as fast as I could, still with the hot dogs in my hands.

I faintly heard the man shouting out curses and threats to me, but I didn't stop to listen and just kept running. I ran onto the road, but, being as stupid as I am, I didn't watch the road, which means I didn't see anything dangerous coming toward me until...

BEEEEP!!

The last thing I saw was two bright lights that were dangerously close to me, before my world went dark.

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I decided to go for a ride in my -- or more like Narutos -- car. I just went around anywhere. I've been so bored lately and I don't seem to know what to do with my life. The only time I seem to be doing something with my life is when I'm working, and everyone knows I hate my job, no matter how rich it makes me. Maybe I need a girlfriend? I "hmph"-ed at the thought. I've never needed a girlfriend before, and I don't need one now.

My headache was starting to get better now so I put the radio on and stopped it when I heard the song "RockStar" by Nickelback come on. I started singing along to it and bobbing my head to the beat. I'm going to let you in on a little secret...

... I can sing. No one has ever heard me sing before and I plan to keep it that way, but I can sing, and pretty damn good too.

I looked at my new surroundings and noticed that I have never been this way before. It was a dirty, miserable and ruff looking place. It looked obvious to me that this was where the low lives lived. There were many drunk people on the streets and a few people were even fighting. There were scruffy looking children playing close to the road, and there must be at least one whore on every corner of the littered streets and I shook my head at the picture.

'This looks like a friendly place to live!' I thought sarcastically to myself, rolling my eyes as I heard and saw some fat man cursing and threatening as loud as he could to someone who had obviously just stolen from him.

I once again shook my head and looked back at the rod, only to have my breath caught in my throat as I caught sight of a young scruffy looking woman run onto the road in front of my car. I quickly beeped my horn and hoped that she would run faster to get out of the way.

BEEEEP!!

But she stopped instead of doing the complete opposite of what I wanted her to do. I pushed down on my brakes, but it wasn't enough. My heart stopped dead as I could do nothing but watch as my car hit the small woman with a frightening BANG.

Damn, what a fucking day.

I quickly got out of my car and slammed the door behind me.

I ran toward the still form laying on the ground and I prayed to every Kami I know that she wasn't dead. I fell on my knees beside her and the first thing I did was check for a pulse. I placed my index and my middle finger on her neck and felt for a pulse. I sighed in relief when I found it. She seemed to look okay actually from where I was kneeling down beside her. The only thing that really looked bad was the dark red blood that was pouring out of the wound on her forehead and I could easily tell her arm was broken just from looking at the weird angle it was in.

I remembered that my older sister by three years knows about medical shit and, seeming as I was the one that hit her with my car, I decided to take her home with me and call my sister, Teamri-nee-chan up and ask her to help the small girl beside me.

So I picked up the fragile looking girl and noted how light she felt. Was it even possible for someone to feel so light? I looked down and noticed for the first time how thin she looked. Even though she was wearing a large, ripped and worn shirt, I could tell she was too thin. I quickly ran to the back door to my car and placed her laying down on the seat. I didn't mind if she bled on the seat because I was the one who did this to her in the first place.

I quickly ran to the drivers door and opened it and sat down and closed the door behind me. I then started the car and drove off as fast as I could back home.

Something in the back of my mind made me pray for this girl to be alright.

Well, that was the first chappy. I would be very grateful if you would R&R and tell me what you thought of this fic. If you want me to continue then please tell me. Thanks for reading!

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