Right then!! this is kind of an experimental thing.... i thought it would be a good idea for a story, whether i'll keep it goin is a totally different story lol.

plze leave a review n stuff! if i get stuff sayin "you crap fool!" then i'll take the hint n improve the idea =) if i get good comments, i'll continue!! =D

thnxs and enjoy!

oh! P.S, I OWN NOTHING! ='(

His control was slipping. He could feel it. His bones groaned as the force of the attack on his self-control became stronger, his muscles began to ache under the weight of the strain of the change as it took over. He was slipping. He tried to focus on something, anything, that would help him gain command of his body and mind, but the obstructing power that built up within him was to hard to deny. He felt it pulsating through his veins, on his flesh, in and out of every pore, right through to his soul. And just before the last grain of his control was swept away, he finally found something to concentrate on, and an image appeared in his mind. So Beautiful, so compassionate, so desirable. He wished he could be with her, he'd dreamed and prayed that one day, he could call her his.

A dark voice loomed within the surging power that plagued him

"ahh, maybe we should go visit this beauty. Shall we boy?"

"God no, please no" he begged, silent and desperate, but it was too late

The crimson chakra overwhelmed him.

The new controller stretched and flexed his brand new muscles, sighing with content. He glanced around the young man's room, well, he pondered drolly, until first light, it would be his room. But it was not his room he wanted to be in. He had seen the brat's last image before he had consumed him. "That woman. Indeed beautiful" he mused "I think I will pay her a visit".

"Naruto?"

Sakura, groggily rubbing away the sleep from her eyes, inspected her team mate with more than slight annoyance " It's quarter past 3!"

"Is it?" his nonchalant tone added to her anger, and she growled loudly at him.

Her oval emerald eyes glanced at his attire, with maybe a little too much interest, as he only wore a pair of worn sweatpants, with nothing on his feet or chest. She swallowed deeply, deep lines where his muscles were lay just in her reach, much like the smooth planes of his torso, which were devilishly inciting, almost willed her to touch them, to caress them. Sakura shoved those thoughts aside, as she lifted her gaze back to his face, to find he was staring at her, grinning widely.

"What are you smiling about?" she barked quietly, fearing the neighbours would hear her

"Are you enjoying the view?" he asked innocently, a wicked smirk appeared on his face, his hands indicating to his exposed chest "You certainly seemed to be"

She bristled with embarrassment " Don't flatter yourself, you idiot" she snarled, as she became suddenly self conscious of that fact all she had on, was her short purple nightgown.

"Hey, you were looking at me" his eyebrows wiggled an invitation, as he lifted his arms higher to grasp her old oak doorframe, leaning closer to her " so, now you've seen me without my shirt on, do I get to see you without yours?"

"NARUTO!" she practically roared, her fist flying towards his smug face quicker than her travelling voice. Yet to her surprise, her clenched fist didn't connect with its target, instead, she found it trapped in Naruto's firm grip, inches away from his impiously amused expression. The pink haired ninja tugged free of his grasp, feeling no resistance from him, she took a step back, watching him cautiously.

"What the hell do you think your doing? Go home!"

His expression changed. an unexpected twist of his features made him only just recognisable. It was a combination of composure and excitement. Ok, she thought wirily, I'm seriously confused now.

"I can't" he finally murmured, his voice husky and rough. She frowned at him impatiently.

"Why?" Sakura questioned crossly but wearily; her sleep deprived body couldn't hold out much longer, she just wanted him away from here. She would beat him senseless in the morning and question him fully then, right now, she just wanted to sleep.

When he fell silent, his relentless stare unsettling her, she looked away, raking her slender hand though her short cerise locks and signed resignedly

"Seriously, Naruto, what do you want? I'm tired"

His eyes suddenly sparkled, the moonlight shadows giving them an eerie shade of midnight black. His arms dropped to his sides, and he took a large stride forward, leaving only inches between them. Sakura's heart started to pound wildly into her chest, her palms began to sweat with unusual excitement; she couldn't meet his simmering gaze. Then he spoke.

"You"