If Looks could kill
I'm very weird. I listen to today and yesterday's hits a lot. Recently my mom got a Heart CD and she finally brought it into the house and I started listening to it. So this is based off the song if looks could kill. I don't own Naruto!
Pain swarmed her body like a nest of bees that were disturbed. She had to keep her eyes close or he'll notice the pain in her eyes. She couldn't let him see it or he'll just enjoy it more. She was near death it seemed like it and he was taking pleasure in it all.
Forcing herself up, feeling blood fall from her side slowly, she stared at him. The turquoise eyes that stood out in the darkness. Even the auburn hair stood out from the night to her. She coughed, grabbing a hold of her side. "Why?"
"I need to prove my existence like everyone else. My way is different though." He purred with pleasure. It was like a sick game to him that enjoyed playing every day.
She tried to back away from him but ran into a pole. Taking in a sharp gasp as she felt a sharpness hit her wrist. She felt that wound start to weep with the essence of life.
"You just happened to be who will help me prove to myself that I am alive." He purred with a sick smile.
She glared at him, grabbing a kunai from her pouch even though it didn't do any good before. She forced herself to get up on her feet even if her ankle ached like it was sprained badly or possibly broken. Using her good hand since her left one was broken from trying to defend herself, she flung the weapon at him.
The sand knocked it out of the air, making fear take hold of her again. She tried to back away but collapsed onto the sandy street of Suna. She glared at him, hoping it would make him question. "I'm not scared of you. You should know that."
He raised an eyebrow even though he didn't have any at the teen before him. She was trying to defy the destiny she was given. It made him want to laugh but the hunger for blood made him not laugh. "You think that. Then you have to think again about it."
"I'm not afraid of you and if you kill me now. It'll hang over you later on. I'm sure of it." She hissed, glaring at the youngest of her dead Kazekage's children. It hurt to even talk like a rib was broken or her vocal cords were bruised.
Gaara stared at the woman with no interest. She wasn't worth it now it seemed. Someone else will though. He walked away with his sand following after him.
She watched him, waiting for him to turn and send the possessed sand at her. Once she knew she was in the clear, she slouched, holding her side once more. She knew one thing was for sure, if looks could kill, she would be dead now.
Random, I know. It's not a love oneshot but a murderous intent one. Unusually for me. Please review.