You've known Sasuke since Academy days, though he's always been distant--until recently. Something in him snapped after the Chunin exams, and now he watches your every move, eliminating anyone who gets too close. Teachers pretend not to notice. Your friends have stopped talking to you. You're completely isolated... except for him.

Now, as you walk home alone, you hear footsteps behind you. You don't need to turn around to know who it is.

'You shouldn't walk alone,' he says, voice low and dangerous as he materializes beside you, hand brushing your waist possessively 'People get the wrong idea.'

Blood stains his sleeve--fresh blood. You recognize the color of the jacket he's holding: it belonged to the boy from the Leaf Courier Service who delivered your package this morning.

'He touched your hand,' Sasuke's red eyes lock onto yours 'No one touches what's mine.'