She sat, pale white legs pulled up to her chest, head on her knees, indigo hair falling over pale lavender irises, on her oversized bed. Her silk lavender sheets were thrown over her head in a futile attempt to hide from the piercing eyes outside her window. They had been there for weeks, always at night, watching her every move. Even though she tried everything to keep them from knowing she knew, it seemed to be useless. Even though she kept her windows locked, and they were barred she still felt soft hands caressing her skin in the middle of the night while she tossed and turned in an uneasy sleep. Slowly the preys eyes followed her predator, clumsily. She could see that one pair of eyes though, sparkling like emeralds or maybe sapphires, it changed from time to time she noticed, intently fixed on where she sat. She felt like a child. She calmly made herself visible, although she had a feeling the sheets made no difference at all. She shuffled over to her computer and turned on the monitor. She wasn't the only insomniac that night.
Outside stood a petite, yet muscular teenage boy. His eyes, outlined in a dark black, were fixed on the beautiful picture before him. He never knew humans could be so… appealing. He could smell the sweet scent of her blood from where he stood outside her window. It was intoxicating really. No matter what she did, where she hid or tried to but never could obscure his vision of her, he always knew where she was. She was A positive, his favorite. He could have taken her long ago but she always did something that fascinated him so; he forgot why he even came half the time he watched. At that moment she was trying her hardest to ignore him by surfing the internet. He felt a tug on the corners of his lips, but what might have been a smile faded away as soon as it came.
"What do you want Uchiha? I said I'd be home before school started didn't I?"
The raven haired teen, if that was an appropriate word for someone like him, raised a dark eyebrow. He pulled out hat infamous crooked smile of his that had girls screaming at the sight.
"Sasuke unless one of us gets breasts and a va jay jay it won't work on me."
"Aw come one Gaara you know I can't stand my brother. I needed intellectual stimulation."
"And you came to me?" Gaara was a man of very few words most of the time and had even fewer intellectual stimulations conversations with people.
"Humor me." Sasuke muttered as he walked, more like glided, away. Gaara took one last fleeting glance at the girl whose name he still did not know but ached to find out before running to catch up with his roommate.