Kakashi didn't go home after walking her to her place, he stood across the street in the shadows waiting for the lights to go out so that he could spend the wee hours of the night watching her sleep, a habit that he had developed with in the past few days since meeting her. He loved the expression on her face as she slept, as she dreamt. Loved every soft sigh, every smile. Loved watching the rhythmic rise and fall of he breasts, the soft thud of her heart under is palm. Simply knowing that she was alive made him so very happy.
It did so much to alieviate his stress, supress his blood lust.
He waited until all of the lights were out and it was almost three in the morning before he made his way across the street to his master's home and used the tree outside of her home to gain entrance to her room yet again, the balcony window had been left cracked due to the warmth of the night. He had no trouble sliding the door open all the way and stepped inside. His mis matched eyes automatically going to the teen on the bed as he partially closed the door behind him and silently walked across the room and dropped down to his knees beside the bed and settled his back against the wall and looked t the small pile of CD's laying on the floor and started to curiously pick through them to see what kind of music she liked.
There was a little bit of everything there. Weird Al, Micheal Jackson, Smile Empty Soul, Sick Puppies, A Perfect Circle, Sum 41, Emenim, Theory of a Dead Man, Linkin Park, Shinedown, some Pink, and a couple dozen movie soundtracks, and some classical and country music. He snorted softly in amusment, it would seem that his master liked a little bit of everything.
The sam could be said for her reading material, though she leaned a bit into the Sci-Fi, Adventure and Romance. She loved stories about vampires, and werewolves especially. It amused him to think of how many times she must have sat here alone in her room and wondered what it would be like to have a dark lover visit her in the night. On the other hand it also made him insanely jealous and he decided to take the damn books with him and burn them. If she needed a book to read then he would write one for her. Hell, he would write a hundred of them for her if she wanted, he had some time off from school coming up. All he would need is a month or so, he already had an idea, and so many of them were much more to his liking than he things she had been reading.
Some time around four thirty, he got bored and went snooping for a note book and a pencil and started to sketch pictures of her, using him imagination to fill in the blanks with the things that he didn't yet know.
He drew some pictures of her sitting back against a tree wearing an off the shoulder loose kimono with peony's on it, holding a sake cup in one hand while she held the bottle in her other hand. Sakura blossoms floating softly on the none existent breeze.
Another one had her wearing an almost sheer, filmy white dress with lace around the hem of the skirt, she was laying on her back, her skirt bunched up around her upper thighs without giving her modesty away, her legs parted and slightly bent at the knees, her head was tilted to the side a bit and her arms rested on either side of her shoulders wrist up. She was looking at something out of the corner of her eye, her lips slightly parted.
He turned the page and started another of her laying in his bed with the sheets bunched up around her hips, her bare breasts pressed against the inside of his inner leg, her head resting dangerously close to his groin, the fingers of his right hand tangled in her soft silken hair, an he was in a semi leaning position, resting the weight of his upper body on his other hand, his parutally naked upper body covered by a torn shirt, and his face....he had such a tender and possessive expression on his face.
He growled low in his throat andlicked his lips as he lifted his eyes from the picture to look at her, she looked so peaceful so innocent that he simply could'nt control himself he put the note book and the pencile down and quietly shifted closer and threaded his fingers through her hair and was startled by the soft purring sound that she made in her sleep. She sounded like a kitten purring because it was being petted.
It was such an intriguing sound, he was enthralled by it, wanted to memorize the sound and hear it again. He threaded his fingers through her hair again, his finger nails slightly scrapping her scalp as he placed the fingers of his free hand against her throat and felt the soft vibrations of her vocal cords under his finger tips and smiled as he leaned over her and whispered in her ear.
"Your such a strange girl, but I love you anyways." Then kissed her and moved to stand up. It was close to five in the morning meaning that he should leave and go home if he wanted to get some sleep himself so that he wold be feeling a hundred percent when he picked her up from school later. After grabbing the romance books that he had sworn to burn and the note book, he removed one picture and placed it on her bedside table for her to find then left back out the sliding glass door.
