A different shade of interest
Gaara's pov~
Mental Disorder. That's the conclusion I came up with. This blond kit not only sat next to me willingly, he looked me in the eye without fear, and he ignored the teacher (not that he gets any respect anyway) and one of the socially high classes kids. This was quite an eccentric event however I have lost interest in this situation and I moved my eyes back to the window wondering when I will see blood again.
Naruto's pov~
After the girl retreated to her seat and the class began as usual. I tried to take a nap but there was that familiar feeling, that delicious yearning. I always feel this way so I just ignore it. Instead I look around at the potential future victims of my insanity and my eyes land on who I assume is the teachers assistant since she is young but slightly older than a high school kid. Her name tag read "Anko Mitarashi." her looks were average but what drew me to her was a mark on her neck. So I guess she was one of his test subjects. Him. The man like no other. The man that helped me find a joy in a certain red liquid. Red liquid that filled these sacks of dull people. Red that needs to be spilled. Red that I need to spill. Quickly searching for a victim I hear an agitating voice.
"Don't cause trouble Naruto." Kuramas voice begins to echo in my head. Slightly agitated I lift my head to stare and the teacher in front of the class but I hardly pay attention. I thought that if I sat next to this red panda that resembles blood I would be able to follow Kurama's request and not hurt anyone. I NEED that red. So how do I get my substance without hurting anyone? Ah- I could always just cut myself. Quickly digging a nail in the center of my palm I stare at it as it shyly comes out. I watch it come out with glee, not that I would ever show it.
I let the blood slowly drip out as class goes on. looking to my left I see a panda staring at me and the blood on my hand.
Gaara's pov~
The view from the window was a way to pass time. One that is always the same yet always slightly different. That's when I smelled it. Iron. turning to my right I see deep blue eyes staring and red. Staring at blood. Quite beautiful red crimson blood. I look back at the blond kit only to see him look at me. Interesting. His eyes, they look at peace which was different from when he first got here; they were more enraged.
Why is it that at this moment all I can think is kin...
Before realizing what I am doing I reach for the red stained hand and kiss the blood and keep my eyes locked with piercing blue eyes. I watch as they change from relaxed, to surprised, to...amused. That is when i realize my mad actions. i release his hand and lick my lips for any remaining blood. Gathering my things and leave the class room wanting to get away from whatever that was not knowing that i left a bewildered classroom behind. <<<hehe \(-~- )/the class saw it all!>>>
i go to my usual spot on the roof garden where no one ever goes (it was deemed cursed the first day i came here and now its all mine) so that i can think about what the hell i just did and why.