Mr. Sandman
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Sakura slept silently as the sun finally disappeared behind the horizon. Gaara sat on her roof. Her house turned out to be a lot closer to his apartment then he had thought. He waited until he was sure she was fast asleep then quietly crept down off of her roof onto her window sill. Using a few grains of his sand he sent them through the small cracks in the wood and unlocked her window. Gently sliding it open as to not wake her, he opened it just enough to fit his body in then slid into her dark and quiet room. He shut the widow quietly and locked it once again. Looking around her room quickly he found her room to be very simple. She must not spend much time in here. Glancing over to her in her bed he stopped, and starred. She was balled up in fetal position facing him with her long pink locks falling lightly over her face. Her lips were slightly parted and her brow was gently pulled together in the midst of her dreaming.
She was defiantly unlike anything he had ever seen before. Sure the pink hair was something that nobody had ever seen but, she looked so natural and peaceful, it sickened him to admit that he didn't really want to bother her. Unconsciously he stepped forward and leaned down to her, the scent of the cleaning products on her body and her bed was doing a great job at obscuring his sense of smell from detecting her true natural sent. He did have an animal in his head, and with that came the instinctual need to know what things smelled like in order to truly understanding something. Now normally just being in the close area of the thing was enough for his severely enhanced senses, but with her he felt like he had to get closer.
She groaned quietly in her sleep and moved so she was laying slightly closer to him. Not being prepared for the sudden closer proximity he shot back and braced himself against the wall, inwardly cursing that he had made so much careless noise. Sakura's eyes snapped open she shot up in bed, her loose tank top sliding down her shoulders she brought the covers up to conceal her body. Gaara stared wide eyed at the sight before him. Not only did the girl seem more vibrant and alive when startled, but the position of the covers and with her sleeves hidden from view, if he had not known better, she would have looked like she was naked under the thin blanket. He felt his throat dry and his stare set in stone on the way that the thin blanket clung to all the right places on her body. He had seen women that were classified as "sexy", and "gorgeous", but this, to him, was something else. The demon inside him stirred in its new interest. He shooed it back to deal with the situation at hand. There were no other chakra signatures in the house, they were all alone, her calling for help would be useless, he just leaving would mean she would tell people of him, although with no witnesses there would be no proof unless he hurt her. No, no he couldn't do that now could he? She was supposed to be important somehow.
"What are you doing in my house?" she yelled. She threw a pillow in his direction and he simply moved aside. She crawled back on her bed as far as the wall would let her.
He gave her a blank stare and told her the truth. "Watching you sleep," he said simply.
"Get out!" she screamed. Her voice wasn't so much afraid of him, but more shocked and confused.
He stared at her blankly as she tried to find something to do with herself. Finally pulling up the sleeves after just realizing that they were down, she blushed madly. Gaara couldn't decide whether he liked her action or not. The thought of her being naked was thrown out the window and he kind of had to admit that a part of him, a small and sickly twisted part of him missed it, but another part welcomed the way the deep pink and slightly crimson blush complimented her features. Trying to regain her composer with the blush still on her face she pointed a finger in the direction of the door, her look telling him to leave.
He stared at the door and then glanced lazily back at her. "No," he said flatly. "I'm not leaving, not yet."
"What do you mean? What do you want here?" she demanded in a high panicked voice.
"You. I want you."
Sakura felt her heart almost beat right out of her chest when he spoke those few words. "What?" she asked quietly, her wide eyes glued to his. They peered deep into her being, as if he were searching her very core for signs of weakness that were already littered across her face.
"Look," he said darkly. He walked toward her and set his hands on the side of her bed, leaning in to tower over her. "I don't fully know why myself. But some fucked up thing happened to me and now all I know is that something terrible is going to happen. Why I even care is beyond me, but what I got out of it is that for some reason I can't set it right without you. I need you Sakura," he said slowly, making sure that he didn't need to repeat himself.
"Well I don't know who you are but last night I had a dream were I watched me kill another me, and then I watched the me who killed the other me go up to you and tell you to kill me," she said with a strained voice. Her eyes began to fill with tears as her thoughts streamed from her head and out her mouth. "And I had never seen you before and now your here and I didn't think you were real because it was just a dream and I just don't know what to do!" Gaara drew his brow together in confusion at her little ramble of words. It seemed she had a vision as well, but hers in the form of a dream.
'Well that would make sense seeing as how she has no demon,' the voice whispered. He inwardly agreed and heard his demon curse in the back of his mind.
'What now?' he asked slightly annoyed at the want to get back to the girl who sat on the verge of tears in front of him. He was not please in the slightest with his unnatural urge to actually, dare he say it, help this girl. He wanted to be angry with her and kill her for her weakness, but the thought of her from the vision kept him close to her, almost wanting to comfort her.
'I can't tell through of these artificial smells in this house, I want to know what she smells like!' he ranted. Gaara mentally rolled eyes
Sakura took a deep breath and forced herself to hold back her tears. She was scared, confused, and her mind was contemplating everything that had been happening. Gaara wanted to ask her if there was anything he could do. And that fact just pissed him off. He hated caring for people, and he himself was not going to be doing that anytime soon!
"You know what?" she said, throwing her hands up. "I can't deal with this right now."
Gaara moved so she could hop off her bed and quickly make her way to the bathroom. She slammed the door shut behind her and he heard a click as she locked it behind her. Gaara smirked for multiple reasons. She had not fainted in fear of an intruder in her home when she was alone, she had yelled at him and fought back her emotions in front of him, she had apparently forgotten she wasn't wearing any pants, and his favorite; she thought a tiny little lock could keep him out of a room. At this thought he heard her turn on the water for the shower. The image of her under the thin blanket with her tank top straps hidden from view entered his mind and his demon turned an eye toward the bathroom. He felt the creature smirk in his mind before it charged forward and slammed into the bars of its cage. Gaara felt the force of its impact on the cage full force and fell forward as if someone had shoved him from behind. He clutched his head, it throbbed and ached. He looked up through his messy bangs and glared at the door. Something about this girl made the creature in his mind act out more than normal. The Shukaku's claws ripped at the bars of its cage and pushed up against them, all the while Gaara feeling everything in his mind. He roared at the demon to stop and hesitated for a moment before he got up to brace himself against the wall, panting. Anyone who thought that Gaara never felt pain had no idea what it was like to have a demon who wanted to get out its cage inside their mind.
'I want it,' it said, determined and hysterical, its lips pulled back to bare sharp teeth and quivered in anticipation. Low hisses echoed in Gaara's mind, leading him to the loss of control.
'NO!' his own voice echoed in his head and the demon stopped his clawing and sank back a little never taking its gaze off the bathroom door. Steam leaked out from under the door as the light from the bathroom slightly illuminating its travel up to the ceiling. She was taking a shower, with him just outside. The image of a foggy glass shower and clothes scattered across the bathroom floor flooded his mind as the demon purred in delight, showing him images of what it wanted. Gaara ripped his gaze from the door and sat on the floor gripping the carpet to keep him in place.
'No,' he repeated. 'You can't have her. We need her alive'
'Oh,' the demon sighed in amusement. 'It's not her blood I want. I want something softer, warmer, something that can be cherished longer.'
'You're getting the stupid war at the end of this little game. I get to decide what we do with her!' with that last command the demon snarled and reluctantly sank back into the dark depths of its cage.
Gaara sighed with relief as the pressure and pain left his head. The fragrant of her shampoo and conditioner floated in his senses and he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, relaxing his body to the calm, absent minded soft humming that came from the strange girl in the shower. He tried his best to ignore the way his throat dried at the thought of the foggy glass and messy cloths piles of the floor. The demon had a way of showing the most unwanted images to him at the worst possible times.
The humming and the shower had stopped and Gaara turned his head lazily to the door, waiting for her to emerge.
Sakura slammed the door behind her and sighed. She looked around the bathroom and her eyes settled on her small shower.
'Maybe I could,' she started to think.
'You must be joking right?' her inner added sarcastically. 'He broke into our house and a little lock isn't going to keep him out of the bathroom if you take a shower.'
Sakura thought for a moment then stepped forward, locked the door behind her and slid her panties to the floor. The thought of Gaara being just outside the door, in her house, and them being alone still shook her to her core, but somehow she felt like he wouldn't just waltz in the bathroom if she was going to get naked.
'Nothings stopping him you know,' her inner added lazily.
'I don't care,' she countered. Before her inner could protest she shut her out and rid herself of her tank top and undergarments and started the shower. The water as warm and relaxed her tense and stressed muscles. Even though the stream of water did relax her for the most part, it was never able to shake the way her muscles went rigid at the power the she felt rolling off of his body.
'Why is he here?' she thought desperately, as she wiped a cloth over her body. Soap and foam spilled from it to fall slowly over her skin. She rubbed her and legs feverishly, as if trying to wash the fear from her body.
'I don't know,' her inner persona added once again in a lazy tone. Nothing seemed to keep her interest that long. 'Apparently neither dose he.'
"That's right," she said aloud, quietly. "Why is he here if he doesn't know?"
'I don't know sweetie,' her inner said in a low voice, sharing in her containers confusion. 'Oh, by the way,' she added sweetly. 'You ran out of hot water when you last took a shower.'
Sakura's eyes snapped open, and sure enough she had been standing under the flow of what felt like ice water. She yelped at the harsh change of temperature and quickly shut of the water. Stepping out she wrapped the towel around her dried off as best she could. Trying to yank on her underwear with her legs still damp was proving to be very frustrating and she plopped herself down on the floor with a huff that sounded more like a whine. She would never know, but from outside the door Gaara heard her struggle and chuckled to himself. The girl he had seen so fierce and bathed in blood was now on the bathroom floor struggling with something, though he himself did not know what, that seemed so miniscule and unimportant in the grand scheme of things. Inside the bathroom Sakura had managed to get her panties on and pulled the tank top over her head. She looked around quickly as she dried her hair for her shorts.
'Ahem, did you forget that you didn't wear any tonight?'
Sakura stood still, the towel still clinging to her wet hair. A thought crept slowly through her blank mind and seemed to echo to its far off corners. She had walked out of bed, in front of Gaara, without pants on.
Oh hell.
She blushed like a mad woman and tried her best to swallow her embarrassment. She quickly ripped the towel from her hair and wrapped it around her waist before she threw the bathroom door open. She refused to look at him seeing as her blush was still plastered to her face, but gathered that he had moved to sit on the floor.
'Oh great,' her inner said in light sarcasm. 'He's still here.'
Gaara turned his head to look at her as she exited the steamy room. Once again, that part of his mind that was more twisted then the rest missed her lack of cover for her lower half, but once again welcomed the deep blush that radiated from her cheeks. He released his hands from her carpet as she stalked over to him and quickly bent over to pick up a pair of shorts she had lying on the ground. When she finally looked him in the eyes, her look told him everything he needed to know.
Turn around, I'm putting these on.
He obeyed and stood before turning around to face the wall. Why he had done what her eyes had asked was far beyond him. Maybe it was the way her blush seemed to stir the demon in his mind in a way that he was not used to, or the way she pointed at the wall behind him when he hesitated before turning as if expecting her demand to be fallowed, or maybe it was the way that her eyes only held a glint of the fear that he would have seem in anyone else's eyes.
'Or maybe you're getting soft,' she demon whispered from its corner of his mind.
Gaara glared at the wall. 'That's unheard of,' he thought in disgust. After all it was. Him, Gaara, getting soft? It was the most preposterous thing the demon had ever mentioned.
When Gaara heard her towel from her waist drop to the floor he turned to face her. She was sitting cross legged on her bed facing away from him brushing violently through her hair. He could feel her frustration and slight anxiety emitting from her body. For some strange reason he did not - nor did he care to - understand, he felt like making that sour feeling vanish from her presence. It was very much unbecoming of her. She seemed unaware as Gaara subconsciously lifted a hand to touch her soft looking vibrant, wet hair. Before his fingertips could get close enough to feel the warmth of the shower on her skin, he realized his actions and pulled away. This girl was getting to him and he hated it. He hated her for it. Or that's what he tried to tell himself.
Without turning to him she spoke in a low even voice, though it took much effort on her part to keep it even. "You should leave."
"No," he stated flatly. "I'm not leaving, not yet."
'Not yet?' she thought. 'So he will be leaving sometime right?'
She sighed in frustration. Getting off the bed and turning around to face him she found that he was closer then she had thought. Quickly disregarding the fact she straightened herself up. "Gaara," she said sternly. "That is your name right?"
He nodded once.
She looked him dead in the eyes, which she found a little hard to do, and spoke sternly once again. "Gaara, get out of my room."
He gave her a taunting look and added sarcastically, "Shall I go wait for you to finish up in the kitchen then?"
She tightly closed her eyes and looked to the ground in frustration. How difficult was this guy? "Gaara," she said dangerously. "You know that's not what I meant."
He looked over at her door then back to her window, trying to determine his two options; stick around, or leave. Making up his mind he turned to her door and headed for it. "Well then I guess I'll just see you downstairs," he said in a relaxed tone. He reached the door and effortlessly turned it and drew it open. "Oh, and Sakura," he said turning to her. The look in his eyes coupled with the way he spoke her name sent shivers and chills up her spine. "I don't enjoy waiting all that much, so if I were you, I would hurry," he said in a taunting tone. But he shrugged his shoulder and turned to leave. Thoroughly enjoying the thought of the entertainment his little game would prove to dish out. "Just food for thought." And with that he left her alone in her room. Shaken and by herself. She had gathered enough to know that this was a game to him. And she was his prized pawn now. But the real pawns in the grand game that was yet to come were yet to realize exactly how helpless they were in the way the near future would play out. And the master creator of this game would just have to bide his time, until the perfect opportunity to set his grand masterpiece in full motion.
But for Sakura, Gaara's own little game had started, and if she wanted to see herself through to the end of it, she would have no choice but to play along.
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