The thought of her watching him the same way that he had watched as a child was eerie and caused the more twisted side of his personality to come out to play. He smiled at her, though the expression held no warmth and reached out his hand. "Come here baby girl."

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He didn't know what was wrong with him. He looked calm. His breathing and everything else appeared to be normal, but inside he was abuzz. His heart pushing the blood through his body, up into his ears so that all he could hear was a faint rushing sound, his vision of the world narrowed and all he could see in that moment was her.

Uzu. The angel. The saint. The good girl that he tried so hard to protect.

Something in his mind, some part of him just snapped. And suddenly he couldn't see Uzu. His sister.

He saw Uzu, a young woman with no real blood ties to him.

"Come here baby girl." He said the words in a deceptively soft and calm voice. Uzu had a deer caught in the headlights look on her pretty face as she flattened her back against the wall and slowly, shook her head no. Her self preservation instinct was suddenly screaming at her.

Run! Get away! Somethings wrong!

But she had no where to go. No way to escape without trying to go around him. His lips curved up in a fake smile as he stared at her through blank eyes. He held his hand out to her in a gesture similar to how he always reached for her and wiggled his fingers at her to try and lure her to him. It didn't work and for some odd reason the fact that she wasn't listening to him sparked the interest of his predatory instinct.

Like a shark scenting fresh blood.

He tried again. "I said, come here. Baby. Girl." He bit the words out. Again she shook her head no, and it was on the tip of his tongue to ask her if she was a masochist, because she was only making things worse for herself. He knew this because he could feel his anger rising again. Much hotter, and sharper than it had been when Sakura had pulled that little toy she called a knife on him.

He took two small, dangerous steps forward and saw her trying to become one with the wall. It was funny. Sort of but not really. However thanks to how he was feeling right now, he found the fact that she was trying to meld her body to the wall, pretty fucking funny. He chuckled, the sound different from his normally amused chuckle. This sound was darker, and couldn't really be classified as anything but evil.

"Uzu if you make me cross the rest of the distance to you, you aren't going to like what I might do to you." He said the words warningly, and it was true. She probably wouldn't like what he had planned for her because he was having trouble narrowing down what exactly he was going to do. There was just so many ways to punish her without actually hurting her and he was running through them all and setting aside the ideas that he liked the most.

So far he had making her his new toy-something that might actually alienate them from the rest of the family.

Making her his slave-the idea of having her at his every beck and call was sort of appealing, but he quickly shoved that thought aside when he found it too disturbing.

He could secretly take her virginity.

Again, the idea had some appeal, but once he got past his anger and rage, the logical side of him knew that doing that would be a very bad thing. She would be ruined in more than one way if he did that to her and as pissed as he was, he knew in his heart that he couldn't do it. He was cruel, yes. But he wasn't that cruel.

Which left several other ideas that he A) didn't really understand very much. And B) found very, very, very appealing to him.

Since he had set limits and refused to hurt her physically like he had Sakura (the very notion of leaving bloody marks on Uzu was abhorrent to him on so many levels) then he would just have to punish her another way. So far the only idea that he truly liked, was making her his girlfriend.

Which in itself was a form of punishment because of his bad temper and quick mood swings. But the reason that he liked the idea so damn much, and this was just rough guess. Was that she would be exclusively his.

He could have her at his total beck and call, could touch her whenever he wanted, could drag her off behind the bleachers somewhere whenever he wanted, and no one would stop him. And if she tired to leave him before he said she could, he'd ruin her. There were ways to do it without harming her.

She lunged and grabbed his hand, her face pink, and he smiled then. A genuine smile to show his approval as he pulled her closer to him and wrapped one arm around her waist and lace his fingers together with hers. "Did you like what you saw?" He asked curiously. He doubted that she had or she's be able to look him in the eyes right now. But he wanted to know, because the thought of looking like anything similar to what he knew he was deep inside, in her eyes; was painful to him.

She didn't respond and he let go of her hand and used his finger tips to tip her head back and noticed that she had closed her eyes so that she couldn't see his expression. Is he really look that frightening to her? He wondered as he brushed his knuckles along the curve of her cheek.

Odd.

He felt much calmer now that he had her in his grasp. He leaned his head down and blew his breath across her face and nearly laughed when her eyes snapped open and she squeaked, her face turning a deeper shade of pink. "Answer me. Did you like what you saw?" He asked again and steeled himself for her reply because he just knew that it would be something very unflattering to him.

She shook her head no and he sighed.

Of course not. Sex for him was nothing more than a deeply programed function. He wasn't gentle. He didn't touch to arouse his partner. He didn't kiss or make sweet promises or cuddle. These things were foreign to him. He didn't know how to do them.

All he knew, was the violence of the act. The pain inflicted, and the wounds that scarred. The cries. The bruises. And sometimes even the blood that went with it.

He hated it.

But he didn't know anything else. He doubted that he'd be able to function with anything else. But that didn't stop him from wondering what it would feel like if he was gentle, and he cuddled and kissed and did things the way he knew in his heart, was the right way.

Which was why having Uzu in his grasp right now was so important. He had never cared for any female that he had used. But he cared for her.

Hell, he knew that he was even border line obsessed with her. He had figured that much out earlier today when he had punched a hole through her door in an effort to learn the name of the person who had snagged her interest.

Under normal circumstances doing something similar would just be used as a warning to his brothers, but his reaction to thinking that someone else might take her away from him had been beyond violent. His reaction had been murderous.

And once the he had put his hand through her door, he had calmed enough to realise that there was something going on with him that he didn't understand. Something that rattled him and caused his territorial instincts to flare to life.

He had been thankful that she had put the door between them.

But there were no doors between them here, and for once he wanted to know if he could be gentle with a girl. He wanted to kiss and hold hands and act like a love sick puppy. But he felt he couldn't do any of these things without her. Which was why he broke two of his self imposed rules right then.

1) Never take a girl that you like as a girlfriend.

And 2) Never kiss on the mouth.

He leaned down a little more and pressed his lips against hers, and felt her whole body jerk in his grasp. Part of him wondered if she was trying to escape him, and another part of him didn't care. She wasn't going anywhere unless he let her go, and right now he really wasn't feeling that particular plan. He shifted his hold on her and pulled her closer and tangled his finger in her hair and pressed his mouth against hers again.

She put her hands against his chest and tried to push him away, and he made a frustrated sound and untangled his fingers from her hair so that he could capture both of her hands in his and pulled them to the side a little bit and applied a little more pressure to her lips. She made a funny sound as he licked along her bottom lip then pulled back a little and waited for her to try and tell him to stop.

She parted her lips a fraction of an inch and he grinned at her a second before sealing his mouth over hers again and slipping his tongue inside of her mouth. She shuddered and made a strained sound in the back of her throat and tried to pull her hands free, but he wasn't letting her go that easy. She had seen the worst part of him, of his nature. And though she was scared, he wouldn't let her stay that way for long.

His protective instincts towards her simply wouldn't let him.

The kiss lasted no longer than a minute, and he already knew that he was in trouble. He could feel it in the way his body was reacting to her sweetness. The way his skin felt too tight, his heart was beating too fast, and in the way that he was breathing.

For the first time in his life, he felt excited.

And suddenly a new world of possibilities opened up to him. And it was all because of her...

He took a deep shuddering breath and looked at her. Her face wasn't so pale now, she was blushing a cute shade of soft pink, her lips were swollen and he chuckled, all of the darker emotions from before vanishing completely. Almost as if they had never been and he touched his forehead to hers and whispered. "Your mine now." There was a wealth of emotion in his words and he could see that she understood his meaning in the way her eyes widened a little more.

But just to be sure that she understood his meaning, he wanted to give her something.