A Caring brother
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
1,537
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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A Caring brother 2
This is NOT Beta-read and English is not my native language so please bare with me. The two betas I have are mia and loa atm. I have the tendency to run long sentences here and there but please try not to mind that! I try my best when my muse hits me so please be gentle when it comes to grammar and sentence issues :p
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A caring brother II
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Gaara suddenly flicked his eyes up in panic and swung around in the bed, drawing his sand from the gourd at once. Someone was in the room. With a loud yelp and a thud to the floor once the sand got the intruder pinned, a choked try of speaking was heard. Once Gaara realized he had made sure the intruder couldn't do anything, he released the sand around the throat and heard several chokes and coughs before a familiar voice was heard, a raspy familiar voice but a voice he knew nonetheless.
"G-Gaara… it's me… Kankuro..."
"K-Kankuro..?"
"I... I was just going to get your tray...didn't want to… wake you…"
He coughed again but the bewildered younger brother was freaked and was breathing quite hard and… was he sweating? Kankuro frowned on the floor, pinned by the sand from the Kazekage's gourd but chose not to fight back since that usually only resulted in the stand making a stronger grip, much like a snake squeezing it's pray to death.
Gaara grabbed his head on both sides by his temples while sitting in the bed and pulled his knees up against his chest while closing his pale green eyes. He managed to choke a whimper but Kankuro knew his brother well and his brother never choked any whimpers… ever he never even whimpered... ever! Something was really wrong and all he wished was for the younger brother to open up and actually talk to him!
"Gaara… please… let me go… I mean no harm you know that…"
He said softly, trying the kind way of making his brother listen since violence only made things worse, that was something he had learned the hard way while growing up, come to think of it he was glad he was still alive. Gaara blinked a few times then glanced over at Kankuro on the floor in the dim room, thick curtains keeping the dusk hidden from view. He must have been asleep for the entire day… unless it was a storm coming up and the sky darkened because of that it was quite hard to tell at the moment.
"nh…"
He replied and the sand slowly removed itself from Kankuro's body, the older brother taking a breath of gratitude to the gods for listening on his prayer. The puppet master slowly sat up on the floor and looked Gaara over again and furrowed his eyebrows. The redhead looked less than okay by far but still he wasn't willing to share his problems…
"Gaara…"
"Shut up... I'm fine…"
He said and winched as the deafening screams became louder in his head. Had it been a dream or had it been reality what he had just witnessed? He shuddered a breath and swallowed before glancing down at Kankuro still sitting on the floor. He was still here, he was a person he knew… Gaara swallowed again.
"Leave…"
He said with a very soft voice with almost some… emotion? Kankuro blinked again but slowly rose from the floor and nodded then moved carefully towards the tray only to see Gaara had barely eaten anything and since Kankuro knew that Gaara loved these pancakes (as well as he did) he got even more worried. Sure, his little brother had never been a big eater but this was less than a normal portion of food for him, this was getting to him.
"Hey… Gaara, you sure you're okay? You've barely eaten…"
Kankuro turned to look at Gaara who gave him a death glare between the panic attack he was trying to get control over.
"Fine, Leave!"
"Okay, okay! I'm leavin' … but please… if you need to talk you know where to find me alright? And what we talk about, I won't share with anyone unless you tell me to."
"nh…"
With that, Kankuro reluctantly left his younger brother but not without a second glance at the door as if asking if he shouldn't stay a while until Gaara had calmed down but there was no indication that the redhead wanted him to, so he left with a light sigh at the door. Should he tell Temari this? Or would it just get worse?... mmm… yeah it would probably get worse, she was worse than a mother hen and especially around Gaara, which of course only made him pissed off even though she only meant well.
Kankuro went into the kitchen and threw the rest of the pancakes in the trash before he cleaned the plate, dried it off and put it back in the cabinet since Temari already made the dishes for today. He couldn't help but wonder who he could possibly talk to about this matter. There had to be someone he could at least consult in this entire ordeal, the question was who? Things just seemed to get worse during each passing day and what it seemed Gaara couldn't really separate his bad dreams to reality anymore and that was a really bad sign. If the Kazekage couldn't keep his sanity he would be replaced and since Gaara had wanted to become the best ninja in his village after meeting Naruto at the chuunin exams, Kankuro would hate to see him loose the position.
"Gaara… What am I to do with you?"
He whispered and looked outside on the raging sandstorm that blew over the surrounding rocks and cliffs around their city. It was a storm after all…
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A caring brother II
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Gaara suddenly flicked his eyes up in panic and swung around in the bed, drawing his sand from the gourd at once. Someone was in the room. With a loud yelp and a thud to the floor once the sand got the intruder pinned, a choked try of speaking was heard. Once Gaara realized he had made sure the intruder couldn't do anything, he released the sand around the throat and heard several chokes and coughs before a familiar voice was heard, a raspy familiar voice but a voice he knew nonetheless.
"G-Gaara… it's me… Kankuro..."
"K-Kankuro..?"
"I... I was just going to get your tray...didn't want to… wake you…"
He coughed again but the bewildered younger brother was freaked and was breathing quite hard and… was he sweating? Kankuro frowned on the floor, pinned by the sand from the Kazekage's gourd but chose not to fight back since that usually only resulted in the stand making a stronger grip, much like a snake squeezing it's pray to death.
Gaara grabbed his head on both sides by his temples while sitting in the bed and pulled his knees up against his chest while closing his pale green eyes. He managed to choke a whimper but Kankuro knew his brother well and his brother never choked any whimpers… ever he never even whimpered... ever! Something was really wrong and all he wished was for the younger brother to open up and actually talk to him!
"Gaara… please… let me go… I mean no harm you know that…"
He said softly, trying the kind way of making his brother listen since violence only made things worse, that was something he had learned the hard way while growing up, come to think of it he was glad he was still alive. Gaara blinked a few times then glanced over at Kankuro on the floor in the dim room, thick curtains keeping the dusk hidden from view. He must have been asleep for the entire day… unless it was a storm coming up and the sky darkened because of that it was quite hard to tell at the moment.
"nh…"
He replied and the sand slowly removed itself from Kankuro's body, the older brother taking a breath of gratitude to the gods for listening on his prayer. The puppet master slowly sat up on the floor and looked Gaara over again and furrowed his eyebrows. The redhead looked less than okay by far but still he wasn't willing to share his problems…
"Gaara…"
"Shut up... I'm fine…"
He said and winched as the deafening screams became louder in his head. Had it been a dream or had it been reality what he had just witnessed? He shuddered a breath and swallowed before glancing down at Kankuro still sitting on the floor. He was still here, he was a person he knew… Gaara swallowed again.
"Leave…"
He said with a very soft voice with almost some… emotion? Kankuro blinked again but slowly rose from the floor and nodded then moved carefully towards the tray only to see Gaara had barely eaten anything and since Kankuro knew that Gaara loved these pancakes (as well as he did) he got even more worried. Sure, his little brother had never been a big eater but this was less than a normal portion of food for him, this was getting to him.
"Hey… Gaara, you sure you're okay? You've barely eaten…"
Kankuro turned to look at Gaara who gave him a death glare between the panic attack he was trying to get control over.
"Fine, Leave!"
"Okay, okay! I'm leavin' … but please… if you need to talk you know where to find me alright? And what we talk about, I won't share with anyone unless you tell me to."
"nh…"
With that, Kankuro reluctantly left his younger brother but not without a second glance at the door as if asking if he shouldn't stay a while until Gaara had calmed down but there was no indication that the redhead wanted him to, so he left with a light sigh at the door. Should he tell Temari this? Or would it just get worse?... mmm… yeah it would probably get worse, she was worse than a mother hen and especially around Gaara, which of course only made him pissed off even though she only meant well.
Kankuro went into the kitchen and threw the rest of the pancakes in the trash before he cleaned the plate, dried it off and put it back in the cabinet since Temari already made the dishes for today. He couldn't help but wonder who he could possibly talk to about this matter. There had to be someone he could at least consult in this entire ordeal, the question was who? Things just seemed to get worse during each passing day and what it seemed Gaara couldn't really separate his bad dreams to reality anymore and that was a really bad sign. If the Kazekage couldn't keep his sanity he would be replaced and since Gaara had wanted to become the best ninja in his village after meeting Naruto at the chuunin exams, Kankuro would hate to see him loose the position.
"Gaara… What am I to do with you?"
He whispered and looked outside on the raging sandstorm that blew over the surrounding rocks and cliffs around their city. It was a storm after all…