Temptation

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Gaara had been so close to leaving, so damn close. Right when his fingertips touched the handle of the door he heard the smooth and motherly voice of his sister from behind him asking where he was going. He cursed himself for walking out the front and not just disappearing from his own room unseen. The thought of going back to her house again, smelling her scent and feeling the soft touch of her skin had distracted him and caused him to think less clearly. Damn her.

Now he was sitting on the floor with Temari in front of him, her arms folded over her chest and her deep blue eyes scanning his features. "So what's been up with you?"

"What do you mean?" he asked dryly, trying to sound bored and uninterested.

"Well for one," she began slowly, not entirely buying into his façade. "You haven't been home hardly at all at night since we got here. And here you are trying to leave again. What could be so interesting in this village that it actually holds your attention?"

He couldn't blame her really, she was right. He had been gone a lot and technically there would be nothing that could interest him so much for so many days. It was out of the ordinary for him.

"Gaara," she said quietly, her voice holding that sisterly concern that seemed to tug on the child in, the one that still wanted to be loved, the one he had tried to kill a long time ago and still couldn't seem to shake to this day. "You can tell me anything, you know that right?"
'Don't tell her,' the demon spoke from his mind. He wanted to keep Sakura his secret, he wanted to keep their visits hidden from his family.

Temari noticed the distant look in her little brothers' eyes, it looked like he faded from the world when his demon spoke to him, like he was sucked back into himself to listen to the voice in his head. She had seen him like this too many times to ever mistake that clouded over look in his eyes. She didn't want to push him in fear that he would decide on not telling her, so she waited patiently with the look of concern evident on her face.

"Temari?" Gaara spoke after a moment. Her eyes lit up.

"Yes?" she answered, anxious for him to finally find confidence in her and actually talk to her about something. Her brother may be a host, and he may have the temper of his demon, but it wasn't who he was. She and Kankuro hardly ever spoke about it, but it was a knowledge they shared that they both missed their little brother and wanted to be close with him, they thought that maybe in some way it would help him.

"Can I ask you a question?"

She nodded.

"Okay, but you can't tell anyone." His eyes locked with hers and the threat that flowed from them needed no words to be understood, she nodded and promised that she wouldn't tell a soul. "Do you really want to do this?"

She thought for a second before responding. "Do what? Talk to you? Of course."

"No, I mean the mission."

"Oh," she replied as her voice became quiet. She thought over their mission and a small pang of guilt formed in the pit of her stomach. "Of course," she said slowly, as if unsure of her answer. "I have to."

"No," Gaara said as his eyes locked with hers. "I mean if you had a choice, if it was a matter of choice would you still do it?"

"No." Her answer was given quickly and surly, not a doubt in her mind. "Gaara," she began with a small sigh. "We could benefit so much more from an alliance with the Leaf Village than going to war with them." He seemed to be confused at her statement so she reworded it. "It's always better to have friends over enemies."

Once again Gaara started to think, it was controversial to everything he had learned on his own. Everything lately seemed to be. He couldn't help but wonder what he would do if he had a choice. In that one moment of do or do not would he actually do it if he wasn't forced? He felt the demon grin and laugh at him. Of course it would want him to do it. It always wanted him to do it, and in truth he wanted to do it as well. But that was different than the option of free will.

"I had a vision Temari." The words seemed to just spill from his mouth and he winced at the pain of the demon roaring it's disapproval in his head. Temari noticed this and quickly went to sit beside her brother, her heart went out to him. She had seen him in pain because of the beast inside him more than she cared to remember. She was hesitant, but she slowly placed a hand on his shoulder.

"What was it Gaara?"

"A warning." He brought a hand up to rub his temples to try to dull the throbbing pain inside his head. "There is something else here. Something bigger than what we have planned."

Temari was shocked, she felt her stomach drop and a cold feeling snake its way up her spine. Her voice fell to a hushed whisper. "What did you see?"

"Death," he spoke with his voice was low. "And it wasn't me who did it either."

She looked around, listening to the sounds of the apartment, making sure no one could hear them. "Have you told anyone about this yet?"

He thought about telling her about Sakura, letting her in on what his vision had been and what the messenger told him. He decided that could wait for another time. Shaking his head he noticed her let out a quiet sigh a relief.

"Good. Sometimes the men in charge don't take too kindly to things they don't understand."

He knew exactly what she was talking about. The leaders of their village, everything that Gaara did seemed to trickle back to their ears, and they had a problem with authority. When they created Gaara, or turned him into what he was, they didn't understand what they were doing. Sealing such a powerful beast into an infant and then expecting to be able to control such a thing was preposterous. When they found this out for themselves, only too late, they tried to right their wrong by killing him. When that proved impossible they shunned him, hated him, and gave him the most dangerous mission they could, hoping some rouge ninja would be good enough to finish the job. Needless to say, no one ever was.

"No one else knows about this Temari," he said quietly. "You can't tell anyone."

She gave him a small smile and nodded. "Not a soul," she agreed. He got up and started walking over to the door. She called after him. "Where are you going?"

"To try and figure all this shit out."

She spoke out his name in a hurry and when he looked back over his shoulder she hesitated in her words and her eyes became soft. "Take care of yourself. If-," she began, thinking over her words, trying to gage how Gaara would react to them. "If you ever need anything all you have to do is ask."

He nodded and disappeared out the door. Temari quickly got up and ran into the other room, Kankuro's room, and shook him away from his nap. He awoke to her panicked and also very excited and energetic.

"Jeezes," he groaned. "What's wrong with you?"

"I talked to him," she breathed, her eyes vibrant.

"Talked to who?" he questioned as he ribbed his eyes.

"Gaara."

Kankuro sat up in bed and she kneeled next to him. "You actually talked to him?" he questioned, disbelief clear in his tone.

She nodded and smiled wide. "He told me something Kankuro," she spoke in a whisper, yet again making sure that no one could hear her words. "He had a vision. Something really bad is coming here, and it's not us." She watched as his eyes grew wide and he too spoke in a very hushed voice.

"A vision? Of what?" he urged her.

She shook her head. "He didn't say, only that I couldn't tell anyone. He left just a minute ago."

"Again?" Kankuro stood up and pulled on a loose shirt.

"He didn't say where he was going, but he did say he was going to try to figure this all out."

"Can he be trusted?"

Temari shrugged and looked out the window, wondering where exactly he had gone, and where he had been going. "We'll find out."

Gaara stood outside Sakura's front door. He was going to knock when he heard a male voice from inside the house, it was followed by laughter from an older sounding woman. He hesitated and looked up toward Sakura's bedroom window, he could feel she was in there, he could even smell it. Sand swirled around his feet and he floated up to the window. He tapped on the glass twice and soon enough Sakura peeked her head out from behind the blinds. She looked shocked to see him hovering in the air and held up a finger telling him to wait. She emerged again a few moments later with her hair tossed into a messy bun and a black tank top with lose short shorts. It wasn't her usual attire so he figured she was planning on staying in tonight. The window slid open and she look back at the door once more before turning to inspect Gaara's floatation device.

"Do you use sand for everything?" she questioned as she perched herself on the windowsill.

"Yes," he replied simply. "With it, I can do anything."

"Well yes," she said in a low voice rolling her eyes. "But apparently you can't knock on a door."

"I heard voices."

She couldn't help but giggle at him. "Well yeah, I live with my parents after all."

"They weren't here before." His voice got quiet and he lowered his eyes to the front door.

"They were on a mission. They just got back today." She stepped away from the window back into her room. "Wanna come in or something? Or do you just want to sit there for the rest of the night?"

Gaara looked at Sakura, then back at the door. When his eyes met hers again he quickly shook his head. Something about being here when her parents were around didn't sit well with him, it made his stomach feel funny, his senses heighten as if he were going into battle, and he didn't like it.

Sakura saw the shift in him and looked at him quizzically. "Well then what do you want to do?"

"I want you to come with me." The beast in his head purred at his suggestion, trying to convince her to accept the offer even though she couldn't hear him.

'Take her out of town,' it whispered. 'Take her where no one else will go.'

She thought for a moment and turned to her door. "One second, I'll be right back." She left the room.

Gaara slouched down and sat on his sand and watched her door, slightly ajar and letting in the soft light of the hallway, awaiting her return. He tried to keep his outside appearance cool and put together, but the demon was causing a commotion inside his mind. His hands dug into the sand around him, clutching it to keep him in place like he had with her carpet that first night when she took a shower. The demon flashed images of her hair tucked up into her bun, small strands and tendrils messily hanging over her neck and face, exposing her neck and shoulders, the scoop of her shirt showing the top of her back and collar bones. He whispered how he wanted to touch it, to feel the soft skin that covered her neck, to pull her in close and breathe in her fresh scent as much as his heart desired, to taste it.

'Stop,' Gaara demanded, even the voice in his head seemed to waver.

The demon chuckled. 'You can't keep me from her forever, sooner or later you're going to give in.'

'What exactly do you want from her?' he demanded, his head filled with images of her throat pressed roughly against his nose, heaving in her scent, his mouth watering at the desire to taste her. There were several containing the image of her that first night; hair tostled and messy, shirt hanging limply off of her shoulders… and carelessly without pants as well.

The beast almost laughed. 'As if you have to ask.'

Gaara snarled at his stupid game. He was getting sick of being taunted with things he couldn't have, not now, not yet. 'I want you to say it.'

'I want you to make her mine. I want her.'

Gaara felt his temper flare at his demon, he felt that the demons words were a challenge to him. Gaara, being who he was, would never back down from a challenge of his power. 'You will never have her,' he thought is a deadly voice, dripping with danger and warning. "She will be mine," his voice left his lips this time and was quickly lost to the night air.

The beast chuckled. 'That's close enough.'

Sakura appeared in the doorway yet again and shut the door behind her. She quickly made her way to the window and spoke in a whisper. "Okay, my parents think I'm going to bed so they won't bother me until morning." She looked to the ground and frowned. The only place she could land if she jumped would be right in front of her living room window and her parents were currently curled up on the couch together watching T.V.

She glanced at Gaara sitting on his sand. "Do you think, maybe," she stammered as she gestured towards the sand. "Could I hitch a ride?"

Gaara stared at her for a moment, surprised that she wanted to be placed on his sand. No one ever wanted to touch it. No one ever wanted to even be around it. He nodded and watched as she snuck out her window and stood on the ledge of her roof to silently slide it closed. She turned to Gaara and now that she was outside he could see the indecision in her eyes as they eyed his sand.

"It's going to hold right?" she asked skeptically. "I'm not just going to fall through it or anything?"

Gaara chuckled at this and reached out to grab her wrist. He gave her a gentle tug and she followed his lead to step carefully onto the sand. Once placed he had intended on only sitting her down next to him, but the strangest thing happened. As the sand shifted and moved under her she became uneasy, she leaned over to him and clutched his sleeve in her hand, holding onto him as they moved silently to the cover of the trees. He pried her hand from his sleeve and helped her step off of the shifting sand onto the stable branch of a nearby tree. The platform disappeared and consumed him, Sakura watched in awe as it spiraled down to the alleyway below and dispersed to reveal Gaara, looking up into the trees, and waiting her to come down. She jumped down from the branch and landing with a soft thud on the ground.

"Where did you want to go?" she asked, her eyes bright with anticipation.

'Far away,' the demon responded with an evil smirk. The innocence, and also the ignorance, she carried about her only made the demon want her more. It wanted to break her, to taint her. For once, Gaara didn't agree with it.

"I was hoping you knew somewhere."

Sakura thought for a moment. "Well, there's this little pond, it's just outside the city but still in the wall. I always liked going there at night when I was home by myself."

"Lead the way."

She smiled at him, really, genuinely smiled at him. He was mesmerized. "Okay, it's not too far." He followed her down the alleyway and watched her as she moved. She was so graceful in how she walked, when she wasn't afraid she seemed to just glide through life. He had to pause for a moment. She wasn't afraid. Normally such a thought would infuriate him, everyone should be afraid of him, it was good for them to fear, it kept them safe. But this one didn't seem to fear him like all the rest.

He shook the thought from his head and made the excuse that she didn't know who, or what, he really was.

The pond Sakura had spoken of was nothing like Gaara had imagined…or had ever seen. It was shallow and full of tiny creatures and sounds with tall grasses and wildflowers. The banks sloped much like the rise and fall of the desert, and held a very peculiar type of tree. He had never seen anything like them in his desert home and he hardly ever paid attention to things like that on missions. They had thick, twisting trunks and the branches were gnarled. Everything seemed to reach up and then droop down, almost back to the ground along the bottom of the tree. But the crippled tree was covered in a veil of feathery leaves, a vibrant green that blew like a ghost in the wind. And they were everywhere.

"Willow trees are my favorite trees," Sakura said with a pleased sigh. "Next to the cherry tree of course."

She took a seat on the mossy ground and hugged her knees to her chest. Gaara sat beside her and crossed his legs. He leaned forward and rested his arms on his knees in a lazy slouch, staring distantly off at the water. She scoot back slightly so she could lean back against the trunk of a large willow. Its' leaves hung limply from the branches stretched out above them.

"Did you tell them about me?" he questioned.

Sakura shook her head, knowing from the way he had first reacted he was thinking of her parents. "No, like I said they think I'm in bed."

"Even earlier?" he asked, glancing over to her. "Before I was there?"

"Not at all. I promise."

The demon smirked. 'Good girl…'

"You never even want to be around anyone, it's always just us. I can take a hint Gaara." She spoke this with confidence, as if she were completely sure with the fact.

Gaara rolled his eyes. 'Oh sure,' he thought dryly. "Why did you have to talk to them than?"

"Well you know," she said as she stretched her arms over her head, the front of her shirt pilling out as she leaned forward. Gaara could feel the demon pull at his cage, trying to pry his head to look. "They're my parents, they want to know what I'm up to and what I did today. I just went to say goodnight."

"Oh."

"Yeah, you know how parents are."

Gaara thought on this for a moment, unsure of how to respond to her choice of words. He really didn't know how parents were. "Actually no."

Sakura looked over at him and scanned his face. Nothing. Emotionless. She was kind of getting sick of it really, he could at least look like he liked being around her if he was going to force it to happen anyways. She felt sorry for him though, he said he was shunned, hated in his home, and considered a mistake. He had said that he didn't have anyone he wanted to be around, he was alone. And now this? To say he didn't know what parents were like reminded her of Naruto yet again.

"Why's that?" she asked, her voice gentle.

"Well, my father is always off at work since he never wants to be around so I hardly see him." Gaara scowled on the inside. 'Good,' he thought bitterly, a small temper burning in his mind. 'He's a waste of a man."

"What does your father do?" she asked from beside him.

"He's the Kazekage."

Sakura went wide eyed. "You're the Kazekage's son?" Gaara nodded. "Oh my god I had no idea," she said breathlessly as she thought over all things she had said and done to him. She had been so rude, even though he deserved it, but her head swam with the knowledge that she had been with such a high ranking family member. She probably would have chosen her words differently if she had only known.

"Yeah, well, I wish I wasn't. I hate that man." This time Gaara's scowl showed on his face and his voice perfectly described how he felt. The quiet chuckle of the beast echoed in his head.

Sakura shifted her feet on the ground, unsure of what to say. "Well," she began quietly. Gaara turned his head slightly to better hear her and saw the questioning look on her face.

The demon sighed in delight at the way her brow furrowed as she thought, her eyes looked shy and sweet, her lips slightly parted in mid thought…

"What about your mom?"

Gaara froze. He hadn't been confronted about his mother in years, no one dared bring her up to him, or ever for that matter. It was one of the most buried secrets in his family. Everyone knew but no one ever spoke about it. He took a breath to wash the thoughts from his mind and tried to speak evenly.

"She's gone."

Sakura knew he was trying to hide it, but there was pain in his voice. Her heart went out to him. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," he said quickly. "It happened a long time ago. I don't even remember."

'I do,' taunted the demon in a satisfied voice. 'I remember everything.'

'Bite your tongue,' Gaara warned, snapping at the demon. It only laughed at him.

Sakura tucked some stray hair behind her ear and looked over at him, for the first time he noticed her eyelashes, they were black, unlike the vibrant and strange color of her hair. Her eyes, that lively forest green, looked so deep behind the ring of black.

"Hey Gaara?" she spoke while fidgeting with her fingers.

"Yeah?"

She didn't know what to say after that, truth be told. She wanted to make him feel better, to cure the ache of loneliness if only for a while.

'Well,' the little voice in her head spoke with a playful sigh. 'He is cute, and belonging to a very powerful family apparently.'

'What's your point?' she questioned fearing what her answer would be.

'He's lonely,' she encouraged with a suggestive tone.

Sakura blushed and snapped at herself to shut her trap. Gaara saw the change of color on her face and had to look away. He couldn't see it without having the thing is head use the image against him.

"Um, I lied to you the other day." Her voice was shameful though she wasn't entirely sure why.

"How so?"

"When you snuck up on me in the library and asked me about what I was reading," she admitted. "I do know someone who is a host."

Gaara felt a lump catch in his throat. 'What!?' he thought in disbelief.

'I knew it,' thought Shukaku, it seemed uneasy now that its hunch about there being another had been confirmed. Gaara felt himself panic, he was right, he was going to have to compete with another host for her attention. The thought of another person being able to tow her around like he did sickened him and made him seethe with jealousy. The demon, however, was overcome with possessiveness. It thought with bitterness of another host, another demon, getting the same things from this girl that he did…and that he would soon have.

'Find out who it is, do it now.' The beast seemed panicked and Gaara was catching the back lash of its energy, throwing him off.

"Oh really?" he said, his voice was covered with a lazy curiosity that did a good job at covering up how he felt underneath. "And who might that be?"

"If I tell you no one can know that I gave you this information okay?" She made her voice stern and she turned to look him in the eyes when she spoke. He nodded and urged to her to continue. "It's Naruto, my teammate."

This dumbfounded him. The loud mouth? The one who challenged him his first day in the city? It seemed impossible. He was so…idiotic. Even the demon was thrown for a loop.

"I know he doesn't seem like it, but he was really lonely as a kid. Nobody really liked him and he was picked on a lot. He was really rebellious because of it and got in trouble a lot. His mom died a long time ago too. I've never asked, I don't want to pry too much, but I'm pretty sure he's never met his dad."

"How did it happen?"

"I've only really heard stories, but years ago a demon attacked our village." Gaara remembered stories of the nine tailed fox attacking Konoha. The creature was said to be massive, teeth larger than a grown man, eyes like wild fire and fur the color of burnt red. "Naruto was just about to be born when the Hokage was fighting the fox. In a last ditch effort to save the village from the demons attack they sealed it inside him as he was born. His mother didn't live through it and I can't remember what happened to his father after that. Ever since then the people of this village have always acted like they were better than him. I know he can be a pain and gets annoying really easily, but I think people have forgotten that they owe him their lives. If the demon had not been sealed inside him the entire city would have been destroyed."

"How do you feel about him?" He couldn't look at her. Silently awaiting her answer he tried to steady his heart. Maybe, just maybe, if she could accept her teammate than maybe she could accept him, even knowing what he was.

"Well he really didn't have any friends until he got a team with me and Sasuke. Our Sensei sort of became his parental figure and we all tried to do something to take care of him. He had been on his own for a while and everybody like that deserves a break at some point." She frowned and Gaara noticed a hint of disappointment in her voice. "I wish Sasuke would be nicer, they always seem to fight even though Naruto cares about him. I know I can say mean things to him but I care about him too, a lot."

"Why don't you fear him? He's a monster." He tested the word with, it was his title after all, and he wanted to gage how she would react.

Sakura snapped her head in his direction, her eyes were sharp with her rise in temper. "He's not a monster." Her voice was stern and sure. "He didn't have a choice in what he became, it's not his fault so he's not to blame."

"You don't think hosts are monster than?" he questioned.

"Of course not! And to be honest if you do than I think you need to rethink yourself. Their just different, and different doesn't always mean monstrous."

"Hm," he breathed. His mind flooding with her words. She wouldn't hate him, she thought it was wrong to…he was stunned. The demon grinned in his mind. "I'm glad you think that way."

He had walked her home when she started to grow tired even though she insisted she could go by herself. He ignored her protest and accompanied her anyways. He helped her up to her bedroom window, his sand sliding it open for her to crawl through. Her lean form slid inside the house without a sound and Gaara watched as she peeked out the door, checking to make sure her parents were asleep.

She returned to the window where she had left him waiting. "Thanks for the lift," she whispered, a tired smile gracing her lips.

"Anytime."

"I'll see you tomorrow?" she asked, her voice seemed a tad bit hopeful.

He nodded and she slid her window closed. Gaara didn't feel like going home, not yet. He settled for sitting on her roof. He meditated as he sat there, building his energy for the next day's tests. As she slept in the room below where he sat he went deep within his mind and felt his body relax, almost to the point of shutting down. It was then that the demon whispered to him about the girl in the room below. It always harassed him when he was like this, his mind was vulnerable to the demons voice and thoughts more than normal and the beast used this to his advantage. It was a constant barrage on his senses, the way she smelled and felt, the way her voice sounded when she spoke to him…it drove him crazy.

Well, technically it was the demon driving him mad, but it was her fault. He seemed to feel it in his deep meditation, the visions flashed before his eyes became so life like and real to him. For once he let his guard down and allowed the beast to show him the things he had been trying to ignore. He couldn't lie to the demon when it knew his thoughts. He wanted it all the same, the only difference between the two of them was he had self-control and patience when the Shukaku only thought about what it wanted in the moment. He remembered the vision of her pressed limply against him, her hands tugging at the fabric of his shirt, her brow knitted together and lips parted in shallow breaths as he coveted her to himself, drinking in her scent. He imagined the way her smaller body would feel when pressed so roughly against his own. He was larger, more powerful, and more dominating than her. If she was anything like the way the demon hoped she was than she would bend to his will with the slightest of persuasion. He imagined fisting his hands in her cherry locks, his lips trailing along her neck, attempting to stain them with the way she tasted. He thought she would taste wonderful, just like the way she smelled.

The demon stepped in and changed the image in his mind. She was trapped and like a game of cat and mouse he toyed with her. Her gentle hands were soft against his neck and he buried his face in the juncture of her throat, relishing in the way it flooded his senses. He wanted more, her skin was so soft and she emitted a type of heat that he wanted to bask in. The demon chose to show him the image that he had locked away into his memory, never to forget; her striding past him after he first entered her room. He couldn't help it, it was too tempting. He had his hands on her legs, he didn't know how they got there but he had guided her legs to bend over his hips. In the vision before him she was submissive, letting him touch her and toy with her as he pleased.

Gaara saw the scene change as it shifted in angle. Suddenly he was above her, pinning her to the ground. Her head was tilted back as a result of his hand tugging on her hair. Her neck was exposed to him and he went in without hesitation. Nuzzling against her she sighed with delight and anticipation as his larger hands moved down her body and felt the curve of her waist and hips. He smoothed his hands over the soft curve of her rear and pressed her to him. She pulled her arms around him and tugged desperately on his shirt, desperate not to get him off, but to have more. He was losing his mind. Absolutely going mad over this person. His hands stroked her legs, her skin soft and warm unlike anything he had ever felt. She was breathless beneath him and Gaara drew his hands from her legs and leaned back just far enough to observe his work. Her eyes were half closed and cloudy while her lips puckered, and he couldn't ignore that her cheeks were stained with a soft hue of pink. She was beautiful.

He inwardly groaned at his loss of control. She was just too tempting, he couldn't resist – not that he wanted to – and within just a moment he was trying to gain as much contact with her as he could. He practically crushed her to him, held her possessively in his arms and pressed his lips to her neck. She rolled her head back and he trailed his lips up to her jaw, she quivered. He slid his fingers through her soft hair and turned her face to his. His lips touched hers tentatively, unsure of how she would respond. It didn't take long for him to convince her to move her lips with his. He felt like she was drug, clouding his mind and intoxicating his senses, and he was quickly becoming addicted to her. He kissed her hard, dominating her senses, willing her to be submissive and accept what he wanted. She obeyed him without a complaint and she pulled at the hem of his shirt, her fingertips lightly brushing over his skin, sending shivers down his body.

Gaara couldn't take any more of this. It was too much. He had indulged in his mind for too long and it was becoming a distraction from his rest. He tried to better his senses and pull them from the captivity of his thoughts. In his mind he pulled away from her and tried to disentangle her arms from around him. The demon, however, caused her to grab at his shirt and plead with her eyes for him to stay close, to touch her again, and to touch her more than he already had. It took all the will power he had to pull away from the look of confusion and abandonment in her eyes. Her voice whimpered in confusion and pulled him down to kiss her again, desperately trying to mold her lips with his. He groaned and couldn't stop himself from responding. He kissed her deeply and pinned her down, demonstrating his power over her. She only seemed to beg for more. But that was it, he had power over her and he would not bend to her will. She was the one who obeyed him. He parted his lips from hers and tried his best to ignore the small cry of disapproval she whimpered as he stood from her and forced himself out of his thoughts. She called to him, her voice was laced with a type of need that he felt all too well. It spoke out to him, beckoning him back to her, back to the warmth of her skin against his own.

Her gentle voice washed over his mind as she spoke his name, it made his blood boil in a way he was unfamiliar with. His body ached and burned and it killed him…and he couldn't get enough of it.

Gaara's eyes shot open he breathed the cool night air deep into his lungs, attempting to cool down his body. It was on fire. His heart beat heavily in his chest and his blood rushed through his limbs. He was energized to say the least. He looked around and heard the faint chuckle of the beast in his mind. He cursed himself for letting it get that far, he had blindly encouraged the demon and he had paid the price. With his senses on high alert and his adrenaline pumping through his veins he welcomed the exams. He needed to calm down, he needed to get a grip on himself…he needed to kill something.

'Yeah,' he thought with a weak breath. 'That should do it.'

The beast laughed at him. 'You might actually give in sooner than I thought.'

Gaara grimaced at the voice in his head. In his opinion, the morning could not come soon enough.

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