AN: Hello everyone! Welcome to my madness. This is a fic I've been writing for a while, don't know if I'll finish it, but I've decided that any fics I have over ten chapters I will post just because I love to share things with people.
This fic originally was to be called 'Run' then changed to 'Stalker'. I eventually gave up on one-word names for it, and last minute it came to me that a stalker is essentially 'shadowing' someone. Kage also means 'Shadow', and since Gaara is Kazekage he is the 'Wind Shadow'. So yeah... Shadows in the Wind. Lol.
AS ALWAYS There will be smut. All of my works contain such content, so if that's what you're into you should be more than happy with just about anything I write. As a person I am rather generous and loving, with my main flaw being that I am a sexual deviant. Go figure.
At any rate, enjoy this little diddy I have created. More chapters to come-
also...
WARNING: Contains assault. Dub-con elements. Etc. If you know me you know the drill. Let's go.
Years of loneliness and rejection had him grated. His patience was at an absolute zero, and his blood lust was the only thing that made him feel alive.
But those eyes, they haunted him; those eyes that looked so much like Yashamaru's kind ones that would one day fill with apathy before losing their light.
It made his head hurt, it made the kanji ache, yet he still followed her in spite of this.
Stalking her around the hospital had become his new hobby as she visited her bed ridden comrades. Her scent was a youthful one, and he could tell that she practically bathed herself in the fruity-floral fragrance, but it wasn't overwhelming enough to keep him too far. If anything he wanted to smell her up close. If he could find the scent somewhere on the ground he would probably roll in it so as to embed it onto himself like dogs did with dead carcasses.
Gaara licked his lips at that thought. The idea of her being dead on the forest floor while he bathed in her fragrant blood sent pleasant chills through him. Now he was starting to view this as a hunt rather than just curiosity.
Yes, he would have to kill her then. The thought alone gave him such pleasure that he wouldn't deny himself such a treat. However, he would want her to know that she was being hunted first. It would make things more interesting, and the hunt more exciting.
Sakura was exiting the hospital as the sun started to set, not realizing he was tailing her. Her pink hair glowed like a beacon lit from the vibrant sky, and it led him all the way to the leaf's more desolate training grounds.
'She's alone, and out of earshot. So naive...' The redhead shifted from sand into a fleshed out form behind a tree, and watched hungrily as she began practicing throwing kunai. Her shots weren't awful, and her form was perfect. Now that he really looked at her closely, he realized that her body wasn't bad looking. Although young, he did not deny her to be beautiful. In another life he might have pursued her romantically...
But this wasn't another life. This was the Gaara who wished for death and pain on everyone. No one was innocent. Especially girls with eyes like Sakura's.
It got dark quickly, and the moon had started to rise as he watched her sweat out her frustrations. She was angry about something, and it showed in her work.
"Why can't I just be like them?! Why can't I keep up?!" As Sakura vented she finally ran out of kunai, but it didn't stop her from gathering rocks to throw at the trees instead. "Why can't I be stronger!?"
The redhead grew curious in her behavior, then excited when she ran out of rocks. It was at that point that she started to grab fistfuls of sand to throw in front of her, and the grains leaving her fingers looked so familiar that it gave him goosebumps.
Gaara began to walk out from behind the trees, not masking his footfalls in the slightest. Like he surmised, she startled like a small animal at the sound, then became more panicked when she recognized him.
"You... what are you doing here?" Sakura shuffled back slightly, but he continued his intimidating approach.
"I've been watching you... for days..." The redhead began closing the distance a bit more, enjoying the high as the kunoichi backed herself up into a tree. "Oh please run, I want to chase you-"
"You stay away from me!" Sakura pulled one of her kunai from the tree to hold out shakily in front of herself. He watched her body tremble fearfully as his shadow washed over her fragile form, and he began to smile with pure glee over it.
"I like that look, it suits you." Before she could take a step his sand had begun to trap her while she screamed. His hand rose up at the ready to crush her to death.
"COWARD!" The kunoichi shouted at him half in fear, and half in rage.
Gaara tilted his head a bit in confusion, he had never gotten that response from his victims before.
"Can you not use your own two hands!? Or are you really that weak that you have to rely on sand for everything!?" Sakura growled out at him, letting her anger take over.
However, she wasn't wrong. He had been using his sand too much, and was sure that using his hands this time would make for a pleasantly prolonged kill. As a result the sand dropped her in front of him just in time for his pale hands to wrap around her neck.
"I usually don't do last requests... but I want to savor you..." Gaara croaked dryly before pushing her to the ground by her throat. Something inside him heated as he pressed, and suddenly she was beneath him struggling to breathe. He enjoyed her struggles so much that his grip loosened just enough to keep her alive, and awake. He wanted to keep watching her shake, jolt, gasp, and fight. It was so entrancing especially with how the moon lit up her frightened eyes.
She started to still, and began to truly grow horrified of him. It was a fascinating expression.
"Do I frighten you?" He started to pant excitedly from the thought, and her dilated eyes showed how much adrenaline was pumping through her body. Her pulse was pounding under his hands, and it made him realize how long he had been touching her.
It was rare for him to touch people, and now that he had the opportunity he didn't know if he wanted to miss out on such an occasion. Without thinking too hard on it his sand came at his will, and tied down her arms and legs. As his hands lifted away from her neck she began to scream, so he willed his sand to hold her head down too. However, he wanted the personal honor of keeping his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet.
Her mouth pressed behind his palm, and he realized her lips were soft. For some odd reason it made him want to touch more of her.
Gaara palmed at her frame with his free hand, feeling her freshly growing curves through her dress, and her creamy skin under his fingertips. She was far too soft to be real. Were all girls this soft? Perhaps she took great care of her skin.
Sakura started to squeal under his palm as he smoothed over her chest. He hushed her almost instantly, as if she were disrupting him while in the middle of a good book.
"It's this, or I kill you right now." The redhead stated plainly before lifting his hand away from her mouth. She stared at him with hopelessness in her eyes before she started to cry softly.
He didn't like that, it made his insides squirm with multiple feelings that he had tried to keep burried.
"Stop it." Gaara leaned his face in close to hers, and although she stopped sobbing she still continued to shake violently. Inspired, he leaned in to smell her neck, and hair. Her scent was so much better up close that it practically had him growling. He nuzzled his face into her pink locks to rub the scent on himself for later, but stopped when he noticed her shiver every time he breathed. Curious, he exhaled against the skin of her neck gaining a small cry of fear.
The jinchuriki's skin crawled with excitement, the kunoichi was so fearful, but also so incredibly sensitive. He didn't know what else he could do to keep the moment going, but he wanted it to continue forever. He experimentally ran his tongue along her jugular, and she started to cry once more after a nice moment of shivering.
"Why are you crying?" Gaara was honestly curious since he wasn't hurting her anymore. There was no purpose for such a reaction. She struggled with a few more sobs, and whimpers.
"I don't want to be raped."
The redhead blinked in surprise at her accusation before giving a scoff. Yet he also thought about his current actions, and how they could be considered some form of sexual assault.
However, he didn't feel that was accurate as he had never felt any sexual urges before. If anything he was just relishing in human contact for the first time in his life. Unfortunately it had to be one sided, and he knew it would be this way for the rest of his life. No one loved him so he would just have to use force to get the connection he needed, but that didn't mean he was going to participate in one sided intercourse.
"I'm not going to rape you." Gaara trailed his hands up and down her frame almost mournfully, and for the first time he wished that he could be able to touch someone with their consent. That they would want that from him, and possibly return it. With his heart feeling a bit human for once, he let some of his inner thoughts slip out. "I wouldn't even begin to know how."
Sakura's eyes softened slightly at his accidental admission, and she seemed relatively calm as he 'inspected' her body. Eventually he came to rest his head on her chest to listen to her beating rabbit heart. It thumped quickly at first, but after a while it started to relax into a steady rhythm once some sort of strange trust was gained. The steady pulse was soothing, and her small chest felt plush against his face.
"I haven't felt contact like this since I was six..." The redhead murmured, and the girl beneath him tensed. However, she didn't seem terribly nervous. "That makes it seven years... seven years without nurturing touch. I bet you get hugged by your parents all the time... perhaps they brush your hair... like this-"
Gaara let his pale fingers gingerly brush away her pink strands that had strayed into her eyes. Her irises shined brighter without the shade of her hair, and the jade orbs pierced right through him.
They were stunning, and stirred him in a way he couldn't rightly recognize. That foreign feeling frightened him enough to lunge a hand up to her scalp to pull hard at the flowery locks. She yelped in pain like a beaten animal, and the feeling worsened in his stomach. Her whimpering cries of anguish made him tingle with excitement, and the feeling flopped around inside him begging for attention.
'What is it? What is this emotion?!'
Suddenly Shukaku started to laugh at him, and it made his hairs rise up with anxiety.
'You know for a teenager you are pretty dense, kid!' The beast cackled, causing the sound to rattle around in his skull. 'You want her.'
Gaara blinked nervously as he stared hard at the girl underneath him. He felt something warm flood his body, but he had initially translated that into wanting to kill her-
'Moron! Just hurry up, and mate with her!'
The redhead froze at the implication, and suddenly felt extremely aware of everything around him. His blood was pounding in his ears making him deaf to her cries, however he still slackened his grip on her hair in favor of running his fingers against her scalp.
Gaara didn't want to kill her anymore, but he did feel like eating her.
The redhead dipped his head back down to nuzzle against her neck before placing his lips on her creamy skin. Her whole figure stiffened as he opened his mouth to lap at her flesh, which triggered her to start struggling violently against the restraint of his sand.
Gaara bit her until she bled into his mouth, and her blood tasted like the sweetest metallic liquid he had ever had. She gave a curdling scream that he quickly cut off by pressing his fingers on her throat. The blood was so hot while pouring into his mouth, and he didn't even have to suck to enjoy it, but when he did happen to suck here and there she would grit her teeth at the pain.
Eventually the bleeding stopped, but he had become so fascinated by her skin that he went to the other side of her throat to taste her nervous sheen of sweat. She whimpered fearfully again, but it didn't stop his onslaught on her creamy flesh. As his teeth dragged against her jugular her whole body jolted with a sharp breath. The reaction started to send pangs of heat through him.
It was recognizable now, the sensation was new but it certainly had a common name amongst humans and animals alike. Shukaku had been correct in telling him what it was that he had been feeling. However, he still didn't like the idea of it.
Gaara wanted to continue, and badly, but he pulled away from her with his normal look of apathy. His ghostly eyes roamed her image to memorize it, and for a moment he swore he saw her blushing. The sand trickled away from her legs, arms, and head allowing her to be free from him. Yet he didn't move off of her, he simply stared at her to memorize her face as she stared right back. She bit her lip once before letting it go, and it did more to him than he cared to admit.
He wasn't ready for something like this, it was better if she left. He would let her live today. If she posed a problem in the future he would definitely finish her off, but today he just wanted to remember her in a more fonder light.
"You should go home now." The redhead murmured, his voice especially rasped from his previously harsh breathing.
Sakura blinked a few times before nodding in agreement, and quickly scrambled away.
Watching her try her damndest to be away from him stung him a bit, he felt like they had something a bit deeper than what he had with his other victims.
She was just like the others, filled with fear and hatred of him-
"Thank you, Gaara." Sakura spoke quickly before giving a rushed bow in his direction. His eyes could only widen in shock as he watched her sprint away after her gesture of gratitude. He was dumbstruck, no one had ever thanked him before in his entire life, but this girl had just done so after he had practically tortured her.
'You didn't rape or kill her when you obviously wanted to. Wake up, brat!' Shukaku's harsh voice rattled through his head like a migraine. 'Or better yet, go to sleep! Then you can leave the little cherry blossom to me-'
"No. She's mine. Back off." Gaara snarled outwardly at the beast, and surprisingly had enough willpower to throw the monster into the back of conciousness for the moment. The redhead shook the blood back to his brain before standing back up, and mindlessly wandered off into the night.
- ... - ... - ...
He couldn't stay away, even though he had already killed another ninja that night his lusts were not sated.
Gaara sat literally on the ledge of her window, and thought of all the ways he could show her how careless she had been for keeping the window open, but for now he merely watched her sleep.
Sakura had been having nightmares, and was turning frequently in her sheets. It had gotten to the point where he decided to walk over to her bedside, and brush away the pink hair sticking to her sweating face. She trembled slightly, but seemed to be soothed.
The redhead was fascinated, and went in to run his thumb along her lips. When the rosy buds parted with a sigh he felt all his hairs raise in excitement. Her mouth was so incredibly soft-
'Can you just imagine those lips wrapped around your c-' Shukaku began to speak, breaking the pleasant illusion of the room. Gaara jolted, and practically jumped back from her to interrupt the beast. The teen grabbed at his skull bitterly, and snarled.
The room became very quiet, and the light of the moon was begining to fade. Yet as his eyes turned in the dark he saw her sitting up ramrod straight, staring at him.
'Damn you, tanuki bastard!' The redhead inwardly cursed, but the tanuki never answered him.
"What are you doing in my room?" Her voice came out far more confident then before, and it forced the teen to straighten to try to regain his power status.
"Nothing. I'm not doing anything." Gaara snipped at her, and surprisingly she withered before pulling back her sheets with a groan.
"Well then you can't stay, please leave." Sakura went to stand, but he suddenly closed the distance to loom over her, making her have to sit on the edge of her own bed.
"So, if I keep myself busy I can stay?" He bent forward to close even more distance between them, and to his amusement she started to recoil.
She didn't seem to have much left to say to him, and subconsciously grabbed at her shoulders to cross her arms protectively around her chest.
'She really believes that I'm some sort of pervert.' Gaara frowned, but he couldn't deny that he also didn't know what his intentions for her were. So he couldn't rightly say that she was in the wrong for being scared.
That and he enjoyed scaring the shit out of people.
"Listen, I think you have a few things you need to work through... and if you'd like we can talk about things later. It's just not okay for you to be in my room... in the middle of the night-"
"Every time you start talking I begin to feel... hungry." Gaara squatted down to her level, resting on his haunches. His hands gripped her bed on either side of her to cage her in. "I want to eat you."
"Well I'm sorry, but you can't eat me." Sakura actually gained the nerve to spit back at him, and he was pleasantly surprised by her challenging nature. "If you're hungry you can help yourself to whatever food we have in the fridge, but you can't eat people. That's disgusting."
"I don't like it when people tell me no-"
"Well too bad! That's life! You can't always get what you want!" She was really starting to snap at him now, but her anger only made him more interested. Suddenly he was climbing over her, and pressing her down onto her own mattress. "Gaara, no!"
The redhead snarled at her in a feral way, and for a moment she looked shocked by it, but then she began gritting her teeth while fighting him for control.
"Stop trying to scare me! I am tired, and I want to sleep!" Sakura pressed upper half up by her elbows making their faces only inches away from each other. Her piercing eyes locked on fiercely to his haunting ones like two animals preparing to fight.
She had spunk. Even though this girl was afraid of pain, and death she was still forcing herself through to keep him at bay. He had never seen anything like it, and it almost made him feel... normal. As if they were on equal ground.
But Gaara knew that wasn't the case, she was just very foolish.
"Go home. I'm too tired to fight you right now." Sakura's eyes blinked slowly for a moment, and he could see the fatigue creeping onto her face. It must have been the blood loss she suffered from earlier.
"If I don't do anything, can I stay?" Why Gaara even bothered asking was beyond him, but with her eyelids drooping he felt that using honey would work far more in his favor. Perhaps he would have consent to be somewhat close to someone for once.
The kunoichi's head jolted as she almost fell asleep sitting up, and since she couldn't seem to answer he made the decision for her. Removing himself from her, Gaara adjusted her body to lay down properly in the bed before covering her with her own blankets. The second her head hit the pillow she was out cold. He was glad that he could stay longer to study her, but he also rather enjoyed their little arguments.
The redhead sighed in frustration, and sat crosslegged at the foot of her bed. He faced her with stern arms crossed, hardly blinking as he watched her sleep.
This one was interesting, he was glad he kept her alive longer. Hopefully he wouldn't lose interest.
AN: Soooo? Do we likey? I love "evil" Gaara, that's kind of when I fell in love with him. Like, first second he was hanging upside down in that tree when they introduced him I was sitting in my chair thinking "I am going to love this character... forever." I was 12. Now I am 28. Accurate assessment for a twelve year old. Only other characters I've loved for as long are Hiei and Vergil.
...I have a type it seems.
