Palid plastic clamed his mouth shut. Peeling eyes reeling at the darting shadows above him. They were impossible to count when they were moving, weren't they?

Delicately, he extended his reach to the invisible darkness. As if he coud grasp the black, he mused, and snatched at it's apparition.

Ghosts, nothing more, just as the many dolls that occupied his life.

Ah, but he was always so speculative. Everything had to be....observed. The boy was a stickler for detail. Emerald followed every flaw, every stain and every element that made the person.

Perhaps he was always judging them, always paranoid...but truly, it was just comfoting to seperate the lies from the truths. It helped to shy from those villains.

RIIIIIING. Came the sudden intrusion, and kimimaro cocked his head to the source.

The phone jostled until finally he stood and tucked the phone beneath his ear, " Hello?"

As if from some cliche film, he was respnded only by heavy breathing.

" ..." Kimimaro wouldn't muse the moron whotried the trick. Honestly, what sort of person did this guy take him for?

"Kimimaro....." Finally the man spoke, and emerald eyes sparked. Something, something quite foreign had risen and stirred at his stomach. It coiled up to his throat, and paralyzed his vocal chords.

Now it was his stalkers turn to question his sanity, " Is this Kaguya kimimaro?"

" .... This is he." He managed to say, and the other clearly sighed.

" I've been watching you."
Though the Kaguya was certain he shoulld feel terror, he didn't. He felt admiration bubling from thiose words, and perhaps it made him pround. He didn after all hold a very small self esteem.

" How did you get this number?" He finally asked, following the protocol of a call like this.

" I know you better than anyone else, how could I not know something so miniscule as your number?" Kimimaro broke apart the sentence, trying to guess at the man's intentions. Trying to analyze him again....

" Then why haven't you called until now?"

" I was waiting for the right moment. I've been waiting for a very long time Kimi-kun."

The boy shivered at the pet name. But, oddly enough, not from disgust, but...giddiness.

Could it be that he was enjoying this mind game?

A blush crept upon his porcelain cheeks, assuring his suspicions.

" You said you were watching me....where are you?"

Rather than a spoken response, his door rattled with a knock.

" Why don't you open your door and see." Came the comment, ringing within the halls and on the receiver.

It was sick, it was wrong, he knew, but curiosity got the best of him, and he returned the phone, to trail to the door.

What he found alarmed the boy. That feeling stirred walled up emotions. That sight engraved itself into his memory, and fed into what he could only describe as HIS new obsession....