Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and Kudozaki Lucine. The rest belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.
Kudozaki Lucine
"What do you want?" I asked nonchalantly, standing upright from my crouched position.
His face remained emotionless as he walked up to me, taking slow but decisive steps as they echoed throughout the empty hallway. When he was in front of me, the look in his eyes changed back to that I-want-to-eat-you vibe. Surprisingly, he reached out to grab a lock of my hair. "What I want..." he repeated silently to himself. He pulled on my hair, forcing me to take a few steps closer to him, which made me glare at him. He then spoke in a low, threatening voice which almost gave me shivers, "I want to see the walls forever stained by your blood. I want to hear your screams of absolute, anguished terror. I want the floors showered by your intestines. I want many things from you. But, most of all..." he moved his face closer to mine, his eyes briefly glancing down at my lips before meeting my eyes again, "I want you."
The chilling tone of his voice made me wake up from the dream, or rather; flashback. I frowned and looked around the dark, cold room.
It's been one week since the preliminaries. We got one month to prepare ourselves for the last part of the chunin exams. Which means that in three weeks I'll have to see that redhead again. Gaara. There is something about his piercing stare and cold voice that makes one realize that you can't mess with this guy. However, I do believe that this problem could easily be solved. Something in his past must have triggered his strange behavior. I just need to find out what.
To make matters worse, I'm all alone now. Sasuke left not too long ago, to train with Kakashi. Sometimes he returns late at night and leaves early in the morning before I wake up, so I haven't seen him. He is not home now though, I can't feel his presence, and it's already 2:17 am.
As if someone just read my thoughts, the doors of my window suddenly bursted open, a strong wing blowing my hair back. Quickly I snapped my gaze to the windows, surprised by the sudden, random occurrence. The curtains danced violently with the wind through my now open window.
My eyebrow furrowed in suspicion. This can't possibly be a coincidence. It's the middle of the night, and my locked windows just randomly opened by itself. Which means; someone from the outside opened it forcefully.
Swiftly, I grabbed the kunai that was under my pillow and stood up from bed. Taking slow steps, I walked towards my open window, preparing for any surprise attacks. When I stood in front of my window and looked for any possible threats, I, strangely enough, found none. All I saw the darkness of the night, the light from the moon being the only source of light that contributed to illuminate the several buildings of Konoha.
"Lucine." I heard a dark, cold voice mutter behind me. Calmly, I turned around and looked up at my "visitor".
Of course, I should have known. Before me stood none other than the guy that had been in my mind for quite some time; Gaara. He looked down at me, scrutinizing me from head to toe. For a split second, I felt slightly naked under his gaze. I only had a short nightgown on, and it didn't exactly cover much.
I flicked the kunai in my hand with my finger, now balancing it on my finger. "Gaara-san." I greeted, tranquilly walking back to my bed and sat down. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
His eyes moved to the kunai in my hand, watching me as I flicked it back and forth skillfully with one hand. Then his eyes met mine again, his eyes flickering with what I think was amusement. "The pleasure is mine." he spoke lowly, just above a whisper.
I crossed my legs and met his just as blank gaze head on, our eye-lock lasting for quite some time. "Aren't you tired, Gaara-san? It's rather late." I asked him, trying to give him the hint to leave; not that I thought he would listen.
"I don't sleep." he answered without hesitation, but offered no explanation to his statement. I raised a brow in curiosity, but didn't question it.
Seeing that he told me that valuable information, I decided to get my plan in action. Putting my kunai to the side, and moving sideways, I patted the seat next to me on the bed, but didn't say a word. I wanted him to sit next to me. It's risky, considering what happened last time we were that close, but it's a risk I'd have to take. If he wanted to something, he would have tried something already.
He understood my gesture and sat down next to me without complaint, farther away than I expected; he actually kept a respectful distance between us. His eyes were looking deeply into mine again, but he didn't say a word. After a minute, I understood that he had no intention to start a conversation and that we could be like this the whole night if I don't say anything."You came here for a reason." I started, "Will you be so kind and start talking so I can resume my sleeping?" I kept my voice bitter, to see how he would react.
"I came to see you." he stated honestly without any hesitation or any hint of embarrassment. His choice of words are amusing, I thought. That's something Sasuke would say. However, his tone didn't hold any hint of romance. He spoke as if it was the most obvious and normal reason to why someone would burst through a stranger's window and enter their room, uninvited and in the middle of the night.
"Ah, right, you came to see me." I repeated. "Now that you've seen me, what are you going to do?"
He didn't give me a reply and just kept silent. For every second that passed, I could feel my annoyance rise and the little of patience I had with this guy kept shrinking. I was about to speak up again, but then decided not to. Instead I waited. Clearly, he wasn't going to talk, so I won't keep insisting. His teal eyes scrutinized me once again, moving from my eyes and downwards, eyeing every inch of me, lingering for some seconds later on certain parts. Funny how he finds no shame in ogling me so carefully when I'm right in front of him.
Only when he raised his arm and reached out for me was when I stiffened. Even so, I waited for his next move without moving back. What is he trying to do? I wondered, his hand inches away from my face.
He cupped my cheek with his hand, caressing it gently. His movements were stiff, and his blank look made it look sort of awkward. "I want to have you." he said, and moved closer to me. "But I want to kill you too."
His words didn't faze me in the slightest, "You're lying." I claimed.
His eyes tightened, and he moved his face dangerously close to mine, so close that I could feel his breath on my lips. "What?" he growled.
"If you really wanted me, or wanted to kill me, you would've done something by now. We're alone in my bedroom, the only weapon I have within my reach is a kunai. I'm completely vulnerable, yet you haven't made a single move other than caressing my face."
I shook my head, almost in disappointment.
He gritted his teeth and gripped both of my wrists, "What makes you think that I'm not simply taking my time?"
"Just get on with it then. I'm at your mercy." I was speaking rather confidently, not at all considering the consequences.
Quickly he pinned me to the bed, his form pressing against my body while his hands wrapped around my throat. His piercing eyes glared into mine, thousands of emotions running through those teal eyes. Although his lips were inches away from mine and our noses were almost touching, he wasn't making any other move other than glaring at me. He was silent, and he didn't say a word, as if he was arguing with himself mentally.
I blinked, and spoke blankly, "What a surprise, you're not doing anything." Taking this chance, I lifted my head and pressed my lips against the corner of his lips. He stiffened at my action, not expecting it at all. This was a first. I've never made a move to kiss anyone before. Well, except for him. "You know what I think, Gaara?" I asked mockingly and leaned into his ear, whispering slowly, "You're just a misunderstood, lost puppy in desperate need for affection. My affection. But you're confusing your blood lust with your desire for love." As I spoke that last word, I poked his forehead-tattoo. "That's why you're conflicted right now. You don't want to kill me, because you want me to love you. How pathetic."
His eyes widened, and his jaw went agape, his whole body had gone rigid. Judging from his reaction, my assumptions were correct. I just read him like a book.
I resisted the urge to smirk in triumph. Nonetheless, he didn't say anything to counter my words, neither did he make a move. He simply stared into my eyes in shock, and I could swear that I saw something in his eyes, a broken look. I didn't get more time to study him further, because suddenly he just disappeared. I was left alone in my bedroom once again.
He ran away. He truly is pathetic.