Starting out this drabble series with a nice creepy Gaanaru. This was a small series I wrtwr and shared only with Seltap. It was good practice and I hope you enjoy the start of it. Aka the only part I have left since I deleted all of them.

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Everyday around noon, Naruto would go out onto the balcony and water the extensive collection of plants out there. Her favorite was the tall ones with the bladed leaves sprouting along the stalk. Those always got watered first and tended to always be the healthiest. Maybe it was the extra care she gave them along with everything else. Gentle touches and encouragement to grow bigger and stronger with each day.

Gaara really didn't understand plants as he watched her via the tilted mirror. It was positioned at the open curtain just so to catch her reflection as she piddled about her balcony. There was no chance it would reflect him back and he made sure to keep quiet as he listened to her talk through the cracked door. Lounging on the sofa with his tail curled up around him and eyes half-closed, Gaara would pretend that she was on their own balcony and taking care of their plants. Then she would come back in and joke about watering him. Maybe spritz him a few times as he playfully growled back before she leaned in and-

Naruto had gone back inside and all he could hear was the city outside. With a groan, he slid off the couch and plodded over to the door to slide it close again. It wouldn't be until five that she would be back out to relax and read her magazines or laptop. He didn't like those as much since she didn't talk, but she stayed out longer and sometimes wore her sleeping clothes. Gaara was very fond of how the thin sleeping shirts hung on her frame as she lounged about. He wished she could wear his shirts like all other couples did.

That would be nice.

Both his siblings kept bothering him about getting a hobby to pass the time. They would hint at what they were learning to try and get him interested. A hobby would be nice to have, but the lack of actual fingers tended to hinder him. Large thick fingers tipped with claws didn't lend well to delicate things. Or really anything.

Even typing was a pain.

He considered getting plants maybe. A few succulents and cacti wouldn't be difficult and he did have space on his balcony for them. But, it would mean risking being seen by anyone. Especially Naruto. Gaara preferred his fantasies about how she would receive him instead of what would actually happen.

Maybe Naruto was his hobby. Could a person fill that role? It wasn't that odd considering how invasive the internet was about celebrities. There wasn't any harm watching and listening as she lived her own life. It made him happy.

The only person who knew this was Kankuro, who had asked about the mirror. Gaara knew the disappointment his brother felt towards him and honestly couldn't be bothered to care. That man was allowed to leave and actually live. Work and play without anything forcing him to hide in the dark.

Kankuro didn't ask again about the mirror or Naruto. Just another remark about finding some show or anything else to focus on.

Gaara agreed that he would.

The camera was tiny and marketed as weather-proof. It was the type that could be hidden easily in ceilings or vents. Or railings.

The only downside was the price. Not that father never asked about what Gaara would purchase. Not that father ever cared so long as Gaara was kept in his apartment and out of sight.

The hardest part was attaching the damn thing. Naruto would be out at work that night and was the only balcony that could see his. The other building was just a brick wall and the alley below was unlit. Thus, the chances were slim of unwanted sightings. As for attaching it…

All he needed to do was attach the glue and pressed it against the rail. It would just look like a spot of dirt on the worn metal and Naruto would never notice. It was a pain to hold the tiny camera between his fingers and Gaara prayed he wouldn't drop it as he leaned over. As the balcony groaned beneath him, the man wondered what the papers would think of his corpse.

Fate was lucky for him as the camera stuck easily and he could scramble back to the safety of the apartment. After almost ten years of being stuck inside just stepping out the door had left him breathless and shaking. From fear? Most likely. Was it even worth it?

There was no trouble in receiving the video feed to his laptop. And what a perfect view! Right into her apartment from the glass sliding doors. No curtains either. It was too dark to make out much, but Gaara found himself glued to the sight regardless. Just the fact that Naruto lived here and everything in that place was something picked and placed by the woman thrilled him. It was intoxicating to think he would get to see her in such a personal space. Living out her life how she wanted and perhaps he could learn more about her.

Other than how kind she was and how much she cared for others. Thoughtful and sweet even when her friends didn't return the same. Or even how she enjoyed cheap ramen during the winter months. He really needed to know more.

If only to hope. If only to work his way into her life and maybe she would care about him. Touch him the same gentle way she cared for the plants each day. Kiss his ulgy face and claws before whispering that he would never be alone again.

Ten years was so long to spend alone.

Hours later, Naruto had arrived back and Gaara noted each movement she made as she readied for bed.

Sexually, he was always interested in her. Soft-skinned and young with a slight pudgy stomach and toned limbs. When she wore those sleeping shirts he could make out the shape of her breasts and he wondered how dark her nipples were. Pink like her lips or tanned brown like her skin?

The video feed gave the answer. Brown little nubs that poked out through her shirt sometimes. Cute. Cute like the rest of her breasts with their teardrop shape and bounce. Gaara often found himself wondering what it would be like to take one in his mouth. Naruto would enjoy it as he nipped and sucked till the skin was bruised and blushed.

She wouldn't shy away from touching him either he knew. Maybe at first she would be hesitant about his appearance and would be wary when his claws drifted over her. Then he would speak kindly as one did to a caught animal. Coax her into returning the affections until nothing separated them. The idea of taking her, leaning over and encompassing her, was so good to think about.

Yeah, he first had thought of her sexually before falling in love with everything else about her. That was how most realtionships started anyways! Gaara was still human inside and he still found women attractive so there was no problem.

Other than she would never touch him.

Sometimes he would break a few things after that realization.

Six months. Six months since he installed that camera and he felt so sick over it. Not regret, but the sheer way he tortured himself watching her whenever she was home. Cooking, cleaning, listening to her voice drifted through the balcony doors like a song. It was easier to picture her knowing he was there. That he belonged with her and she welcomed that.

Even as the fantasies grew, he started to weaken.

He didn't deserve-no, he did deserve! Everyone deserved to be loved and wanted the same way they wanted others. He wasn't selfish for wanting that. Only selfish for wanting to take her life away and replace it with him.

So lonely though. The nights and day blended together into ever-shifting grey without her to guide him with her schedule. Watching her be able to leave and enjoy life without complications. Perhaps even fall in love with someone else and marry. Naruto was pretty and sweet. How much longer did he have with her?

The pillow he held was torn into and ripped apart.

He really did need Naruto. Much more than anyone else could need her. She could touch him with tenderness and love him when no one else did. No hatred for what he had done and she would maybe forgive him. Was he so awful a person for wanting that?

If only he could show himself-no, she would scream and run and be gone forever to him. Time was the only factor that could aid him. Time for her to learn who he was and how he never wanted to harm her. Just adore her as a lover does and keep her close to him.

When he thought up the Plan, his gut recoiled and he tasted bile. Then those horrible thoughts wormed further into his brain and latched on.

Gaara was stronger than her when she struggled. No one else really lived on this floor and the walls were thick for when she would cry out. No one ever really visited anymore so they couldn't interfere. Money wasn't an issue either and he could always order extra groceries to be delivered to the door. The Plan really could work.

Open his door when she left for work-no he shouldn't.

Pretend to be-this was horrible-injured and scream for help till she came.

Then-then he could-

More bile as guilt flooded and suffocated Gaara as he wrestled with these thoughts. He was supposed to love her and how would this show his feelings to her? She would hate him!

'Only for now,' his mind whispered, 'only till she learns'