Gaara had been wandering ...
Getting irritable with the lack of prey. The streets were pretty much bare, except for a few stragglers...and those stragglers...were there...and then they weren't. They were jutsuing away whenever they saw the demon of the sand...
His thirst for blood was raging through his body by now...and his whole frame was shaking with want...the need...to kill. To toy with a terrified soul...to see the agony written on the face when they struggle against sand...to torture...to break them down, in every way...before finally ending their suffering. The torment was the best part. Before the blood showered over him, of course.
That was bliss.
He had discovered years ago he was twisted; he loved killing as much as he could love anything. It was the reason he lived. But this path had been forced upon and him, and he alked it eagerly...
Driven by madness.
Amused by fear.
And hungry for more...
Always more blood.
His aqua eyes had started to glow evilly when he finally came upon a small group of people. Idiots. A bunch of kids hiding out in a park...getting drunk. He recognized a few of them...and would take great pleasure in killing them...
He came to stand about five feet away before anyone noticed him, but they were too wasted to notice his dangerous state. They had their usual fear, but it was muddled by alcohol...so their senses weren't alerting them to their unfortuante end. Gaara recognized one off the boys by his odd haircut. Sasuke Uchiha.
"Waddaya wan' yeh freeeeeak?"
The area around them went still as a dead silence hung. Gaara wouldn't answer that question. It was stupid to. What he wanted should be obvious...even to a bunch of intoxicate fools...
There was an ominous creaking as the cork slowly eased itself out of the gourd; dropping to the ground carelessly to allow a slow stream of sand.
Gaara watched as eyes widened...the fear crawling upwards wisely. Sasuke dropped a bottle and turned to run...pushing at the others he was with. The bloodthirsty boy let them go...but enveloped the young Uchiha with sand...closing his hand a fraction...just enough to hear ribs crack. He closed his fingers further; the sand around himself shifting excitedly. But he suddenly opened his hadn...releasing Sasuke. The sand dropped the drunken ninja, and Gaara watched as the boy crawled to his feet...staring at the redhead with a terrified expression, before turning and running...
But that was when sand shot forward...looping around an ankle and dragging him back for more torture...
Gaara's stony face hardened as he watched Sasuke clawing at the ground...trying to find something to grab ahold of; something to break the grip on him. A pale hand reached forwards and fisted with an impatient gesture...laughing greedily as he heard the bone snap. Poor boy...
Wouldn't be able to run now...
Perhaps he should end his torture?
Such a shame too. So much fun...
But the sand receded from Sasuke to barrier itself around Gaara when a hand gripped at his shoulder. "No. Please don't do it."
The redhead turned a shocked look to the intruder...his gaze widening at who it was. "Are you an idiot? You. Above anyone else...knows how dangerous I am...and you TOUCH me?"