I do not own Naruto, nor the song 'Creep' by the amazing band Radiohead.

Creep

When you were here before,
couldn't look you in the eye.
You're just like an angel,
your skin makes me cry.

He watched her.

Watched the pink-haired beauty glide across the room.
He watched her spin, shake her hips, swirl her hair, like the untouchable goddess she was.

He hated this. Hated how she made him feel. Hated that she had no fucking clue what she did to him.

Why won't she notice?

You float like a feather,
in a beautiful world
I wish I was special,
you're so fucking special.

Without taking his eyes off of her, he downed his glass of whatever the bartender offered him. Something called 'Between The Sheets'.

He groaned. Getting angry at himself for remembering the name that he tried so hard to forget. He felt a familer heat rush down to that special place, as he dreamed of this angel laying on his sheets. Clothes off, face flushed, breasts ripe for the plucking, legs open and ready.
He ground his teeth, and cursed himself for getting hard with only a mere thought.
'She will pay for this.'

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.

He could never have her, he knew that, and that's what hurt him the most. Who could want an unloved monster? No one. Especially not her. She had friends who cared for her. Parents that loved her. People happilly willing to risk their lives for her on a mere wim.

Black-rimmed eyes lowered into a glare. A glare directed at her. He had to leave. Leave before something drastic happened. His finger twitched. Nerves were starting to get the better of him.

It was getting harder to be in control of himself.

He had to leave now.

But his mind refused to listen, and continued to watch her.

I don't care if it hurts,
I want to have control.
I want a perfect body,
I want a perfect soul.
I want you to notice, when I'm not around.
You're so fucking special,
I wish I was special.

Wallpaper. This is what I was to her. She couldn't see me. She never did. Just continued to frolic in her own little world, and ignore the one who could forever change that perfect little world of hers.

Spinning, endless spinning. Pink hair wildly flying around her. Emerald eyes filled with pure delight. Sweat running down her creamy neck, spilling to the ground, while unworthy bastards treaded across the dropletes of which contained her esscence.

She was perfect. To perfect for this world. And he wanted her, so fucking badly.

But did she...would she want him?

No...Of course not.

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?.
I don't belong here.
She's running out the door,
she's running,
she run, run, run, run, run.
Whatever makes you happy,
whatever you want.
You're so fucking special,
I wish I was special,
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here,

Polishing off the rest of his drink, he aimed one more good, long glare at the pinkette. Swiftly turning towards the exit, he willed himself to not look back, and to forget the nights events.
'I don't stand a chance in hell.'

I don't belong here...

So yeah, FIRST EVER SONGFIC.

Hot dayum, its been a while since I've written anything for ff.
I deleted all my old, sucktastic stories, and I'm now going to totally revamp everything!
I have tons of ideas for fanfictions, and I'm currently in the middle of my new story...It should be out pretty soon...Once I get around to typing it up.

Anyhozzle, review please!

Good, bad, flame I don't care!