Chapter I: When I Think About You

It was being a long summer since Sakura moved back to her mother's house since her own was on remodelling. The workers and architects had told her two months, and it had been already six months. They weren't even near to finish, so it had been six months since Sakura lived once again in her mother's house and used her room with her small single bed to sleep every night, surrounded by the memorabilia of her childhood and adolescent time. It was unbearable, but at least it was a place to stay. Otherwise, it was Ino's apartment and her permanent parties or Hinata's and Naruto's house, and even if they were close friends, lIrving together was a bit too much.

Sakura was tired that sweltering Friday. She felt like the world had fallen right into her shoulders, and nothing seemed to erase the headache. Luckily her mother wasn't home that night, and she wasn't going to come back till Sunday, so she was alone. Sakura had been working during the last ten hours at the hospital, and now that she was finally 'home' before ending the day and opening a bottle of her favourite wine, she had one more class to take online. So instead of starting the weekend and having some time to relax, she decided she had enough time to have a shower.

Twenty minutes later, and with the freedom that came with being home alone, she went straight to her room, only dressed in her black pantys. They weren't as sexy as the ones she used to wear when she knew she would have a date, but to be comfortable on a Friday night, they were more than enough. They were made of pure cotton, neither too big nor too small and above all else, Sakura felt incredibly cool in them. She looked at the time on her watch, and she had plenty of time before the class began, so she walked through her room, looking around and touching with tender fingers her belongings. She found there her old weapons.

During her younger years, Sakura used to be a great martial artist. She loved the adrenaline of a good fight, a good training, the discipline of the classes and the nerves before the tournaments. The concentration when learning a new movement and how to apply it to perfection with the same precision with which she could perform surgery today. She smiled to herself and took the slim Chinese sword. She unsheathed it and once again felt like she was Mulan. She sketched out a couple of moves and felt the magic intact. Unfortunately, time wreaked havoc on everything and not only on her body, but the sword's blade also was rusty, and Sakura promised herself to correct that as soon as she had time. She then went straight to her daggers, they were so perfect, so light and balanced that she felt like dancing, they weren't as damaged as her sword, but they would need some treatment too. Sakura probed the edge of one of the daggers with her finger, and a red thread began to run down the length of her index finger, a finger that she quickly brought to her mouth, when for the first time, she turned on her heels towards her window.

She stood there, froze at first with her finger on her mouth, almost naked and with the dagger in her other hand. She wasn't capable of moving any part of her body because she wasn't able to avert her eyes from the man who was watching her from the opposite balcony in the most blatant way possible.

Despite the fact that he was a mess of silver hair, he was a fine young man; he was standing on his balcony, hands in the pockets of his sweatpants and a loose grey sleeveless shirt that left little to the imagination. For Sakura, the unknown neighbour, under the light of the falling day, he looked like a god. Sakura knew that she must be shocked by the situation. Her mind was telling her that she had to feel the harassment of an unwanted gaze and that she had to move from the window and get dressed as soon as possible to discourage any misconception that the neighbour could form in her head. However, none of that was happening to her, but quite the opposite.

The man on the balcony had struck her with lightning, and all she really wanted was to know more about him. Sakura knew that she was in a state of vulnerability like never before. If someone else had told her about this situation, she would have reacted totally differently. But Sakura found herself being watched almost adoringly at that moment and felt her underwear get wet sweetly and painfully. When was the last time she had sex? She had already forgotten, so her hormones, something about the lazy smile of the man and her own nakedness, was arousing her like never before. She knew she should be more clever; for all she knew, the man would be a rapist, a serial killer, or married in the best of scenarios. But his stare was so intense, tempting and uninterested at the same time... Sakura showed him her daggers and played a bit with them in a menacing but with not so innocent smile. He smiled back, putting his hands in front of him as a defence, turning on his heels and disappearing into his own apartment.

The spell was over, and Sakura came back to her senses. What the hell was she doing? She should be more careful in the future. She would try her best not to cross looks from balcony to balcony anymore, nor go naked around her room anymore or do anything inappropriately dangerous.

The online class came and went as nothing to Sakura, two hours of pure words without sense in which she wasn't able to concentrate, not even for a second. If someone had asked her what that night's lesson was about, Sakura wouldn't have known what to answer. Her mind was only occupied with one thing: the man on the balcony, his gaze and her own reaction to the observer's impudence.

Sakura could only focus on him. In his messy hair, in his eyes, in his smile, in his arms and in the red tattoo he had on one of them. In the scar over his left eye that only made him more attractive and mysterious and in what she had thought she could guess was a mole on his chin.

This man was killing her.

After a light dinner, Sakura decided it was finally time for her to enjoy her bottle of wine. She pondered for a moment to move to her mother's room to put some distance with the stranger, but against her better judgment, she went straight to her room. After all, she wasn't under no obligation to flee from anything or anyone.

Once sitting on her bed, she looked out the window. The opposite balcony was dark, and there were no traces of the stranger. He was probably out. After all, it was Friday.

Sakura turned on the television and drank her first glass of wine, and a nameless movie began.

It wasn't long until the alcohol started playing tricks on Sakura, and mild drowsiness fell over her as the lights in the apartment across the window came on, and the stranger entered his room once more.

Sakura observed it: the balcony belonged directly to his room, and there she could see the queen size bed, a lamp and a nightstand. The neatness was incredible.

Sakura watched as the stranger began to undress, and she thought she would vanish right there. If before she thought he looked like a god, now she was sure. The fire that had been lit during the afternoon was lit again now, and without realizing it, Sakura found herself playing with the elastic of her black panties and the buttons of the man's shirt she used as pyjamas.

Sakura saw the stranger go out to the balcony only on his pants and with a glass in his hand, and she knew that she wasn't going to stop now. She drank the last of her wine and went straight to the edge of her bed, sitting there, spreading her legs, exposing her still dressed sex, and she simply began to touch herself.

It was her breasts first; they felt soft and tender, but with her nipples already hard, she pinched them both at once, and she bit her lips not to moan so soon. She caressed with her other hand her stomach as if they were a man's hands and not hers. She played with her underwear and couldn't believe how wet she was from just feeling the stranger's gaze so far and so close at the same time. She caressed her own sex over her panties. She gently pressed her fingers against her clit, and the friction of the fabric and her skin was driving her crazy. Masturbation had never been much of her thing, but this time it made her feel powerful, attractive, desired, and she wanted to satisfy herself as no one had satisfied her for a long time. Sakura reluctantly stopped touching herself for a moment just to watch the stranger's reaction. He just stared intently. Sakura seductively brought two of her fingers to her mouth and licked them like she was performing oral sex to him, how much power she felt at that moment.

With her wet fingers and continuing to pinch her nipples, mixing pain and pleasure, she slowly pushed her panties down, exposing her already damp and sticky vagina. She introduced a finger first and could only exhale powerfully when she felt the occupant inside her. With her head back, she could only imagine that the one who touched her was not her but the stranger. She kept pumping her finger over and over faster and faster until it wasn't enough. Sakura inserted her second finger into her, and she began to feel the bomb forming inside her, her walls stretching against her fingers, but the position and the friction weren't enough. She wanted more. A different angle in which she could be able to touch all her soft spots to came for her and for him.

Sakura laid on her bed, and even if she wasn't able to see him anymore, she knew he would still be there, so, with her two fingers in and her other thumb on her clit, she tried the hardest to get to the climax and when she finally did the whole world tremble around herself and with her body still rocking she sat on the bed again still playing with her fingers and her wet sex.

She licked her fingers hungrily and seductively. She knew he had seen her doing everything she did and that maybe she would regret about it later, but right now, Sakura was feeling fantástic. She kept watching him intensely, and he instead only made a quick bow and walked into the darkness of her room.

Sakura turned off the light and tugged into bed. She realized that what just had happened wasn't enough. Much to her surprise, she learned that her fingers were already on her tights and that she was panting again.

This man was going to kill her.