Gaara sat in a tree fifty yards from Ino's window, his eyes fixed on the dark square he had recently climbed out of. He sat quietly, legs crossed and arms folded over each other in a tired manner, his head drooping to the side slightly. He blinked, his eye lids feeling heavier each time, like they were made from lead, but he would not sleep.
"Are you tired brat?"
"Obviously, Really Shikoku what do you want?"
"I think you know what I want."
"I told you, I will hunt soon, give me time."
"We don't have time Gaara, you need to return to Suna soon, or they will send out a search party, and that won't look good as you are soon to be Kazekage. Would it?"
"Don't speak with me on matters you are not fully aware of."
"Gaara, I am centuries older than you, I hold more knowledge than your tiny human mind can handle, now I advise you to satisfy me then take your leave. IMMEDIATELY."
"Fine, but it can wait another day." He said quietly, his eyes refocusing on the dark window before him.
The lights were on, that was strange. He shifted slightly, looking around for a street clock...His eyes scanned over the ground and soon he found one. 3:48 p.m? Gaara looked back at the window. "Normal humans require eight hours of rest maximum to restore their energy..she shouldn't be up should she?
"If your worried about it go check..maybe she will be changing clothes... or maybe she is waiting for you to come back and fu-"
"Hush." He ordered as his feet carried him up the fire escape and to the window. He looked around , his hand sliding over the fogged glass, he shivered as his hands touched the freezing metal of the window frame, lifting it silently he placed a foot inside, then the other and snaked his body into her home.
The first thing he noticed was that her bed was empty, her room, her kitchen. He looked around quickly, his heart starting to race, he spotted a closed door and quickly strided over, his hand enveloping the doorknob he gave it a quick quirk and found it to be locked. He smirked as his sand slipped into the lock hole and reached for the handle as he heard the soft click.
He opened the door slowly, his body sliding into the dimly lit room and gasped quietly at the sight before him.
He had never seen a naked woman in his life. (unless you count Temari , but that was disgusting and it really didn't count.)
He looked around, spotting the small red candles that surrounded the garden tub, the incense and other things like soap that scented the room. He stepped forward automatically, and the crunch of flower petals set his senses on high alert. He looked up at Ino again, her back still facing him, he started towards the door again, when he heard a groaning sound. Her head leaned back against the tub side, her legs lifting to rest on the other side of the large tub, he watched as she moved one hand over her body, the other placed precariously under the foamy water. He licked his lips, but ignored the swelling in his chest, and Shikoku's eager pleas of rapturing the girl.
He walked forward again, without his knowledge closer, to the side of the tub till they bumped against the cool marble. He looked down at her and gulped. He watched her hand glide over her bare breasts, her eyes closed as her mouth moved in silent sounds of delight, his vision trailed down her torso, to where her arm was moving rapidly in succession to the music (that he just realized had been playing all along). He strained his eyes to see where her hands could be, his brother's musing supplying him with enough knowledge to know exactly where her hand was.
He adjusted his eyes, searching back up her vuluptious body and to her damp long, blond tresses. He smiled, his hands almost reaching out to embrace one of those locks between his fingers, but decided against it.
Although he was thoroughly interested in her bath time, he was also slightly concerened as to why she hadn't opened her eyes to see him standing before her.
He sat on the edge of the tub, watching her left hand knead her breast softly, her fingers rolling her pert nipple over and over. He felt heat rise within him, and decided that that was enough. He stood slowly, and walked from the room, leaving the door open, he slid into her bedroom and out the apartment window, his eyes turning golden on the fringes.
"It's time to feed Shikoku."
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Gaara smirked as he walked down the bustling streets of Konoha, who knew people were up at four fifteen a.m.
Aparently, the city was full of early risers, most of them elderly men.
He walked behind a group of older men, with enough sense to keep to the shadows incase anyone might recognize him. It wasn't like he could kill everyone in town without anyones knowledge.
He continued to follow them, until they came to a back street, where it seemed no one was around except for women. IF you could call them that. They wore tight bindings and leather skirts, with tall high heels. How could they run or fight in those retched things?
He squinted, checking all of them closely, he came across a red haired young woman and smiled. She looked suitable.
He walked over to her, and stood before her,his hand outstretched.
"What'da you want?" She said, smacking hard on a peice of orange gum. He mentally shivered, but smiled pleasantly.
"I need your assistance."
She looked him over a couple times, then laughed quietly. "Sure baby, whatever you say."
Gaara cringed as his hand folded over her tiny waist.
He noticed she wasn't greasy like the others, nor was she old or worn out. He looked at her again. She was young.
"How old are you?" She asked, he looked at her with an emotionless face.
"I could ask you the same question." He said, his hand tightnening around her waist.
"Fine then, Mista Mysterious, Where ya gunna take me?"
He looked at her questioningly, then shrugged. "Anywhere dark is suitable."
She laughed quietly," Someone doesn't have high standards. I like that." She pushed him towards a dark alley way, and found herself pressed against a cold, wet brick wall.
"What kind of services will I be providing tonight, Mista?" She said, twirling a red lock around her slender finger. Gaara smirked, his hands grabbing ahold of her slim waist firmly.
"Oh don't worry, it is a very valuable service."
She smiled at him, her hand tracing down the length of his red shawl. her hand grabbed his limp member and she frowned. "You need help getting it up?"
Gaara shook his head, and pulled her hands from him, pinning her back against the wall lightly, his hands sliding down her arms, sending a shiver down her spine.
She smirked deviously. "Got any kinks you would like to share? Want me to call you daddy, or slap ya ass or somethin'?" She placed a hand on his chest and forcefully pushed him back onto his backside.
"Tell me you love me."
Her eyes widened considerably, then she laughed. "What do I look like, ya motha?" She climbed ontop of his lap, grinding her hips against his own.
"Yes actually, you do."
He placed a hand on her shoulder, pulling her down to his mouth, he raptured her neck with his mouth, biting and suckling, causing the woman to writhe and giggle against him. He smirked as his eyes flickered up to meet his blood stained sand, and feel the girl go limp in his arms. His mouth covered over her neck again and he continued to feed.
He pulled his mouth away as he made the hand seals and burried her in an earthen mound behind a dumpster.
"A very valuable service indeed."