Disclaimer: NINTENDO. Y U NO GIVE ME COPYRIGHTS (and the song, which is by Sting and the Police, isn't mine either)

Characters: Touko and N from B/W. N, I'm so sorry- I heart you, your long pea-coloured hair, PETA standards, stalking and man-child tendencies. Really, I do. You're everything I could have asked for in a handful of pixels. But I couldn't help but do this…No hard feelings, right? :D

Summary: Ceiling!N watches Touko.

Obsession

~Every single day

Every word you say

Every game you play

Every night you stay

I'll be watching you~

About three things Touko was absolutely positive.

First, N was the cutest boy she had ever met in her life.

Second, there was a part of him- and she didn't know how dominant that part might be- that was convinced that pokemon trainers were evil and that it was his life's mission to go door to door carolling about liberation.

And third, he was absolutely, unmistakably staring at her through her bedroom window right now.

Touko was lying on her stomach, her feet dangling off the edge of her bed, her eyes flicking up again at the last thought. And he was still there, still perched on the branch of the oak that was pressed up against her third-story bedroom window, still staring at her as if he thought he was as invisible as his ninjas were. Unnerved, she returned her eyes to the magazine she was looking through, trying to distract herself before she did something that she would regret. Like flip shit. Or scream bloody murder. Or tell her mom.

"This is so weird," she muttered. She peeked up again, and froze. Hadn't he been farther away from the window last time she had checked? A lump seemed to form in her throat. Foreboding muddying her thoughts, she returned her eyes to the article on her favourite celebrity she had been reading, praying that it she was just imagining things. Five minutes later her gaze flicked back to N, and she felt the icy grip of discomfort embrace her. There was no mistaking it- he was a few paces closer to her closed- oh, thank Arceus it's closed- window, still in the same crouching position. She bit the inside of her cheek to stifle the hysterical giggle that was rising in her throat, and glanced down at the article again. Panic made it a jumble of black squiggles. She read the numbers on her alarm clock: 9:30. At 9:40 she looked up for one last time, just to make sure she wasn't overreacting, and choked on air when she saw that he had moved even nearer.

Keeping her face carefully composed, Touko reached for her cell, hitting the one and only number she had on speed dial. Sliding off the bed and shuffling over so that she leant against the doorframe that separated her room from the hallway, she turned her face away from the window and tried not to squirm when she felt N's stare boring into the back of her head. He answered on the fifth ring. "Hello?"

"Hey, Chere?" Her voice came out shrilly.

His nonchalant tone morphed into one of anxiety as if by the flick of a switch. "Touko? What's wrong?"

"W-we have another Code Edward."

"That rapist is watching you again? How long has he been doing that now? Six weeks?"

"F-four, actually, and it's kinda creeping me out…"

"…"

"…Chere?"

"What? I'm busy plotting."

"Do you still have your dad's paintball gun?"

"…I'll be there in five."

~Every move you make

Every bond you break

Every step you take

I'll be watching you~