Sakura couldn't sleep. How could she, with Gaara in the next room?
Was he sleeping, she wondered. She knew he could sleep now, now that he was no longer possessed by the one tailed demon, but that didn't necessarily mean that he would sleep. His body was very strange – having had a chance to inspect it up close she now realized just how strange. To not have slept all his life; that would normally destroy a person's body, without even mentioning the mind (because who was to say that his mind hadn't been destroyed?).
She jumped a little when she heard a noise from the living room, and then footsteps across the floor. He was awake after all – was he coming to her room? Did he need something? Would he try to kill her – what if he wasn't really reformed, or maybe he was just annoyed with her? What if he wanted the bed?
She heard the bathroom door open and shut, and through the thin walls of her apartment she could hear Gaara peeing in the bathroom next door. She turned her face into her pillow to smother the laughter that threatened to break out of her throat. When she heard the toilet flush she allowed a small giggle to escape, sure the sound would be masked by the sound of the running water.
So he was human after all.
Yeah Daft Punk.