Something...Some unknown thing...had just entered the room. Lee was too scared to move. The creak of the door, and the crack of light when it opened, had woken him. And now he as sitting up in his bed, terror written all over his face. There was a click as the thing turned on the light...
"G-G-Ga-Gaara-sama..."
The boy in his room glared.
"W-W-Why are you...erm...why are you here?" Lee couldn't think straight enough not to stutter. It was Gaara. Gaara wanted him dead. Gaara wanted to kill him.
And then he noticed the hospital pyjamas. The bandages.
"Who...who hurt you?"
"The orange brat." It was growled out...but the growl was half-hearted, as if he wasn't really sure if he was up to it anymore.
"Naruto-kun?"
"Yes. Uzumaki Naruto. He...he is...strong..." Gaara's gaze dropped and, mentally, Lee sighed (those pupiless eyes could cut through rock).
"Aren't you going to go back to bed?"
"I don't sleep."
"But...to be youthful...one must sleep..."
"I had to grow up quickly."
"Oh. Gomenasai, Gaara-sama."
"You asked me why I was here." Lee looked up. The bloodthirsty demon was blushing like a guilty child.
"Gaa-" but the boy cut him short.
"Gomenasai, Lee." Lee's eyes widened and Gaara lost his nerve (the only thing keeping him in the room). He had done what he had intended to do and, embarassment over, he would be off again. And, thankfully, he would never have to see him again.
And he turned on his heel and exited the room, turning the light off and slamming the door with sand.
Lee stared.
And then started to chuckle softly.
Monsters didn't flounce.