Another day, another death...
It had never seemed to matter before. But it was starting to weigh so heavily on his heart now. The young sand ninja wandered through the streets of Konoha...
Running a hand through blood covered hair. He was physically exhausted and didn't feel like climbing in the shower. Not o mention the blood was such a tempting smell...
He had always slacked off on properly cleaning himself up after a killing. It was probably how his hair remained it's delicious color...
Gaara sighed as he approached his designated quarters. Atleast no one had noticed a blood soaked boy wandering through the village...
That would receive a war.
He knew he shouldn't have let himself get out of control...
But his demon had been demanding blood more frequently lately...
And It was getting so hard to control the bloodlust...
Gaara absently licked at a bloody streak on his wrist as he entered his room...directly heading for his window. He would shower as the sun came up. But for now...he would soak in it.
It would be a matter of hours until his victims would be found...but he was already a safe distance...not to mention...no one dared come close to him. No one would try to punish him. He could shed as much blood as he wanted, really...and get away with it...
He groaned as his want for blood fired up again. The last thought had triggered a rebellion over his usual control...telling him if he could get away with it...why not go for it? He closed his eyes as the smell of blood added to the insistency...and he could hear his demon laughing in his head.,...the tail swishing excitedly...
Gaara opened his eyes again and they were blazing cruelly as he leapt from the rooftop...heading back out into the streets to search for another innocent soul to prey on...
Oh, how he enjoyed the suffering...