I managed another chapter for you guys tonight. - Yay! I hope you all enjoy!

Drip. Drip.

An echoing sound in the otherwise devoid hallways. Drip. Drip. Drip. Another slice across the already broken skin to deepen the cuts within. Let them reflect on skin.

Nothing but shadows existed in this place. Nothing but broken dreams and shattered lives. It tortured him inside, slowly and yet alluringly drew him in again to this place where only he existed. The darkness of his mind lead him here. How else he could have gotten here? He did not know. He didn't know anything.

Listening to he silence only hindered by his own breathing Gaara closed his eyes and fought the urge to laugh. Bitter hollow laughter spilt the air…it was him….but it wasn't him. He was going crazy, slowly but surely.

It was all his fault, the demon inside has whispered, all the blondes fault, all his fathers. And yet at the same time it was all at the end of the line his very own for murdering his mother. A mother who never loved him, but used him as a tool to seek revenge on his father. To curse his every waking moment of existence a plague among men.

Madness was taking over and yet it didn't matter. Drip…Drip…He listened to the calming sound. Pulling his heavy body up against the door he had been resting against in his lurking, in his watching ways.

The shadows welcomed him kindly, until a shadow himself he had became. Seeping from the ring like circles around his eyes his pale figure stood out only when the skin showed, his face and arms. Everything else remained welcomed, blending in perfectly to the darkness around him. What room? What room did he rest in? The plague of his existence rest peacefully? Where was he?

Inching forward with graceful steps he moved confidently as if sensing the others presence. As surely as if a blood hound were leading he made his way with easy steps despite any pain he should have been feeling.

Yes, yes…so very close. I can smell him! The demon whispered excited inside his head leading him forward, Bring me to him…bring me his flesh. I know you want it! Do it Gaara!…it will be so easy…just take hold his neck while he sleeps…Do it…Take his as if it was your own….You want to…don't you?

"Be patient," He answered as his breathing quickened, excitement shimmered in his eyes. "Be patient!"

The door was before him. Number 523 in fancy gold numberings, and underneath the names:

Uchiha Sasuke

Uzumaki Naruto

This was the one the place he had been searching for. The exact room, exact place he would find his salvation.

His shaking hands reached for the door slipping as he tried to open it the first time and taking a moment to compose himself despite the screaming of two voices in his mind. A few breaths, a strengthened grip despite his blood covered hand the door opened slowly. Careful never to make a sound.

Naruto slept in the bed farthest away from the door. His shirt was pulled up exposing a surprisingly well toned stomach, which showed due to his awkward position almost falling off the bed, head hanging off a fair share already. The wind blew from his gold locks spreading it unevenly around him. His ocean blue eyes closed in a peaceful deep sleep proved all the more by the loud snoring coming from the opened mouth.

It was amazing the boy could even have a roommate, but looking closer anyone would see that Sasuke being use to such things had adapted, falling asleep with his earphones blasting loud to drowned out the noise.

His eyes focused on the boy immediately, narrowed with meaning as he smirked in pleasure. Taking in the beauty, and the ease which his wicked desire could be done. So open. So easy. So simply lacking in guard.

Creeping forward the plans hit a freeze, as the wind blowing so gently shot forward to slam the door. Gaara snarled in frustration inside his mind, but remained perfectly still with a creaking protest of the floorboards below him. Perfectly calm his porcine face showed no sign of worry, of anything. He simply waited and watched.

Sasuke muttered softly, something sounding much like a threat for the other man to shut up, while the blonde simply pulled the covers up higher on his chest to cover the exposed stomach and rolled over.

Braving another hushed movement Gaara inched forward. Sliding across the few feet of flooring between them and hovering above the sleeping blonde.

There he is Gaara…just reach out and do it!…Grab the neck! Squeeze it…just one little …

Shut up! I am doing it! He argued within the back of his thoughts.

Gaara…

Shut up! I know…

Somewhere lost in thought he had fallen to the floor holding his head trying to cry out but no sound would come. Screams echoed inside of his head. An image of what he thought was happening. But he couldn't do it. He couldn't.

Reaching towards the sky the grabbed the nearest thing to him. His fingers tangled in the sheets nearest to the boy he had come here to kill. Smearing his blood everywhere as he pulled himself up gasping for air. The breeze welcomed him, waking him from a trance like state.

Where was he? What was he doing here? To kill….he was here to kill. Who was he hunting this time? The blonde who was only trying to be his friend? Oh yes…life was but a cruel thing. Friendship was not a luxury he would allow himself. No, god himself would not allow such a wicked being. A pure thing. A very pure and innocent thing was this boy, though strange the red head had to admit.

I will not harm this one, He couldn't. Touching such a creature…His eyes widened as if afraid. A strange glow seemed to surround the boy. A frightening Angelic glow. With it Gaara shot to his feet, despite all stumbling and unsteady movements, uneven and off balance he scurried away back into the safety of the night . Wrapping himself within the cold arms of darkness, back into all that it promised.

Safety.