SweetStealer: GAARA HINATA EVERYONE!

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Chapter 1

I watch her as she sleeps, lost in the dark silver lined clouds that make up her fantasy of dreams. For a moment, for one simple, fleeting moment I smile and pretend she is mine. I pretend she is mine to have and to hold and to love forever.

How can someone with such simple beauty and grace do so much to one person? She captivates me, enchantes me, draws me in. I selfishly want her for myself and to let no other man touch her.

But somehow...I can't even bring myself to even approach her, tell her my name, and talk with her. The fear of rejection is high and overpowering my wants, what I feel for her.

It's killing me slowly, tearing my heart into pieces.

She shifts in her sleep. Her pale body is tangled in the ocean of sheets and pillows. She looks like an angel, a celestial girl, sleeping away her worries of the day. As graceful as she looks, her closed eyes are pained.

She dreams. She's locked in a cage of nightmares that are tormenting her. Does she understand what it's like to be me? Does she understand what it's like to be caught in the fear of monsters and demons that haunt your every waking moment?

I listen to her breathing. It was once soft and equal. Now it is ragged and uneven. Her heart must be pounding. Her hands grip the sheets tightly, and she bites her lip. I can see the crimson drop of blood that forms.

Boldly, or stupidly, I slip from my position on her window and walk quietly over to her bedside. Her breathing is still soft and uneven. I kneel down and watch her for a while.

Then, softly, ever so softly, I touch her smooth, pale skin. I am afraid I will break her with even the softest touch, fearing the slightest thing will shatter her. I gently drag my fingers down her smooth cheek, enjoying the feeling.

She pushes her cheek into my hand. I wonder if she is doing this intentionally, making me suffer like this. She sighs, content.

'Selfish. Selfish monster...' I think, almost afraid.

I look at her face. So innocent, so young. A creature of sunlight, an angel of day. I am a monster of terror, a demon in the dark.

She wimpers as I withdraw my hand. My hand is warm from her skin, my heart is burning. I know that I have finally gone too far. I was falling for the angel of light. Desire for her burned passionatly. More then my love for blood or death.

All I needed was her. All I wanted was her.

'Selfish.' I thought, beginning to back away.

I found I couldn't go far. Her hand had grasped the tips of my other fingers while I wasn't looking. She was holding on tight.

The sand nervously surroundes me, anxious to see if I will kill the defenseless angel in front of me.

'No.' I think, firm.

The sand shifts back into the dark, withering as if it had been stung or cast off, like an unwanted or broken tool. It's just me and her now. All alone in the dark of the night.

I grimace. She won't let me go. I risk staying longer, against my better knowledge of course.

'I shouldn't be here.' I think, knowing my fate if I was caught. I knew if I was caught, I would only bring pain to myself...and to her.

"Don't leave..." she murmured in her subconscious dream state. I looked at her once more. Half of her face had been clouded in shadow as the misty clouds rolled overhead.

I bent down and slowly...very slowly approached her. I could still see the fresh blood on her lips, her eyes pained and worried. It was time for me to come out of the shadows.

Just one little favor for me...I gazed at her for forever.

Then.

I.

Kissed.

Her.

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