Gaara's got yummy tummy

I apologise from the bottom of my heart but, there's no smut in this chapter; i know, i was dissapointed too but my imagination decided to have an epiphany and this is the result of it. But i promise promise promise promise it will be in the next chapter. Hell, this story wasn't even supposed to happen. 'Wierd feelings...' was where it was meant to start and end but you guys inspired me so much to continue. You've all made me so happy 'cause, let's be honest, i am a whore for reviews. They keep me alive!! Anyway, too much bable. This is a good chapter so i hope you enjoy

While many outfits are made for practicality, they aren’t without their design flaws. It really was about time Kankuro found himself a new uniform. While it provided the necessary protection against the brutal storms and the harshest of sand gusts, it wasn’t without it’s drawbacks: the vale that prevented annoying sand grains from glomping his eyes balls was a constant fly swatter for his nose. His shirt, while loose and made from light cotton would easily catch on just about anything. It was the fifth time this month the damn thing needed repairing. The temptation to just simply walk around shirt-less was becoming more desirable everyday. He was sure his girlfriend wouldn’t object. It was a relief when he finally made it to Gaara’s house and could take it off. Kankuro’s, practical but, loathed clothing was carelessly tossed on the coat rack. With a welcoming comfort presenting itself, Kankuro whistled while walking down the entrance hallway with his hands clasped behind his head. (A strange walking habit he picked up from Uzumaki) Suddenly, there was a loud hiss from the side of stairway. “Shut up, you idiot! Gaara’s finally asleep” Only Temari could make a whisper sound like a threat from the sun god. He merely grunted towards his elder sister, knowing how much his smug arrogance pisses her off.

“I thought he was sick. Shouldn’t he have been sleeping long before now?” It still felt weird having the actual concept of Gaara sleeping on a regular basis.

“Learn to pick up on euphemisms, dumbass. Did you bring the stuff?” Kankuro smirked. Temari never gave him enough credit. He is captain of the main Jounin guard squad after all, he deserved a little trust in his actions at least. Of course he knew what she meant and he held up the large bottle to prove it.

There had been a silent pact between these two for a long time. Whenever there was an ‘occurrence’ involving Gaara (once it was over) they’d meet in a quiet place and have a strong drink. Even when they were younger and alcohol was off limits to them they’d manage to sneak a little something. Everyone would be too occupied watching the monster anyway to notice any of their antics. It gave the elder siblings something to look forward too. Knowing that there was something they could enjoy at the end of any hard day was what kept them both going strong and fighting for each and every mission.

Kankuro pulled a stool up to the kitchen counter while Temari searched the cupboards for something to drink the stuff out of. Gaara seriously needed to fill these cabinets with something. It’s not right to have a house this size and have nothing but your work junk in it. She slammed two glasses on the counter top and watched intently as the rose tinted liquid filled it’s way up to the rim of the glass. She gave a deep, satisfied ‘Ah’ as the hot nectar poured down her throat, leaving that nice, soothing warmth to spread throughout her stomach.

“Well,” said Kankuro, “you look beat” He poured her another one. “So where are dumb and dumber then?”

Temari looked up.

“How’d you know Naruto was here?” Kankuro took a casual swig of his sake.

“The idiot writes his name wherever he goes. I saw a fresh one in the dirt outside the house. Plus those two have been hanging out like a pair of ten year old best friends. I figured he’d be here helping you out. It’s kinda cool seeing squirt socialise. Even if it is with the knuckle head” Temari suddenly had to rest her aching head. She looked half dead with her face on top of the counter, still clutching the glass. “Geez, Temari. What the hell happened today? I mean, I know Gaara‘s not actually sick and if it was something that could be contained here, then why so bummed out?”

“Our little brother decided to take a page out of your book and got himself wasted” Kankuro nearly dropped his glass. He wasn’t sure whether he should laugh or-hold on! ‘Page out of his book?’

“Hey! I’ve never been stoned, bitch. What’s that supposed to mean?” Temari just rolled her eyes. This guy could never take a joke. (but then, Temari wasn’t much a joke teller) She got her drama queen of a brother to calm down and explained how Naruto likes to keep his Ketamine meds in his cakes and how Gaara had one too many. She left out certain details of what happened afterward because, Kankuro would never get over the idea of Gaara in roller blades and other things would just disturb him. “Did he do anything….you know…not Gaara-ish?” She pondered for a moment, staring into her glass. She wasn’t aware of it herself but Kankuro noticed a small smile crawl from its hiding place.

“He called me ‘Aneki’.” Kankuro could only smile at his sister’s happiness. He’d never even called her that before. He didn’t even realise Temari wanted to be referred to that way. They weren’t exactly close while growing up; with all the training they were put through as kids, they were too exhausted to interact other than sparring. It wasn’t until Gaara came along when they had to form a stronger bond with each other if they were going to keep their village safe.

“Hey, you remember when he sent you off on your first mission away from Suna?” This was out of the blue. Anything regarding their late father was out of the blue really. She propped herself up and just looked at him blankly. “Well, since you were away and all, I thought he’d be too busy to notice if I snuck away to see Gaara” Temari’s grip on her glass loosened at the slight shock of Kankuro’s words. Seeing Gaara back then was strictly forbidden. Only Gaara’s controllers were allowed to interact with him and that was minimised as much as possible.

“You should have seen this look in his eyes, Temari. I don’t think he even knew who I was. Fuck, I barely knew who he was.” Kankuro rested his chin on his knuckles, seemingly staring into nothingness. “But, we had played that day. All we did was kick a dirty old ball around but we played like that for hours. He even smiled when he kicked it in my face. I just thought to myself, ‘what’s so bad about him? I think he’s fun’. Bet you can guess what happened next” She could. He found out. Probably caught Kankuro in the act and dragged him by the neck and yelled every foul name he could think to call Gaara in his face. Temari remembered coming back from that mission and seeing the yellowing bruises across her brother’s body. Kankuro lied of course about where they came from, blaming it on training and leaving it there.

“I even managed to sneak away again once. I figured no-one would think I’d go for round two. As soon as Gaara saw me though, he bolted. Ran off like a scared rabbit. I never saw him again until we were told to go on missions together. I thought I’d finally have my brother again.” His earlier, nostalgic smile had curled into a pitiful frown. The brother he’d longed to see again had been crushed forever. Only the cold, dead eyes of a lonely killer created by the hate of the people who ruined his life. “They really fucked him up, Temari.” There was a long silence in which only the heavy tick of an unseen clock could be heard.

“Hey, Temari? Do you think, Gaara will ever find someone?” Kankuro could almost feel the heat swelling in his sister’s cheek. This caused his own cheeks to rise with a wide smirk. “You know something don’t you?” He leaned forward on both hands, seeing if his sister would give anything away just by blinking the wrong way. “It’s Mitsuki, isn’t it? I knew he had a thing for her!” Temari began twiddling her thumbs.

“It’s not….Mitsuki…”

“But he IS hooked up? Alright! Then it’s one of her friends right? Or that weirdo who does his garden? I knew there was another reason why she kept going there! Come on, Temari, who is it?” Her lips parted, a small noise that could become a name was just about the escape her embarrassed lips until the most horrible sound ever heard erupted throughout the entire house.

“Arrrrrggggggggggghhhhhh!!”

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There was something strange about this place. Maybe it was the air? He inhaled deeply, sensing a similar atmosphere to that of the desert. Only, there was no heat, no sun, no cacti, no life. Only black. Nothing but black for the eye to see, as if he were inside some sort of vast box. He noticed how he was sitting; on his knees with his palms flat on the ground. It felt odd, the position and the floor he was sitting on. It felt distorted. Retracting his fingers revealed a grainy substance. Sand. Black sand. Gaara slowly scooped some into his hands and watched as it slipped through his fingers. He rose to his feet, feeling the tiny granites move between his bare toes. He was completely bare. Nothing but the skin on his bones and the hair on his head to cover him in this strange place. A pale arm reached out, either hoping to find a hidden door or for something to reach back. He barely extended the limb when streams of black grains rolled down his arm. He suddenly swiped with his other arm, causing the sand to whip against the dark. Nothing but endless black.

“You’re finally where you belong” He spun on his heel. Where had that voice come from? It sounded almost familiar. Something brushed Gaara’s right shoulder and suddenly gripped with violent force. Pain surged deeply into his shoulder as if cacti needles were being embedded into his skin. “This is what you deserve, Gaara.” The voice didn’t have to be whispered into his ear to be known. Hearing it once again turned Gaara’s blood to ice.

“Yashamaru” He could feel the sand encasing his bare legs but he couldn’t move. The black sand on his shoulder moulded into a hand and duplicated on the other. They began to grow until the milk of Gaara’s skin slowly dwindled from site.

“Aren’t you happy, Gaara? You’re in a place where no one can hurt you. You’ll never have to worry about love in a place like this” That word never failed to burn it’s way into the boys heart. A word that should bring him the greatest joys in life meant only loneliness to him. Here it was once again, trying to torment his mind like it had for too many years.

“You’re…wrong” He squeaked, struggling to find his voice. “I…am loved. The village…Kankuro and Temari! And….and Naru-”

“That’s not love, you fool. That’s pity.” The coiling him limbs felt heavier with each passing second. “If he really loved you, then why hasn’t he said so? It’s so easy yet, he hasn’t done so” Gaara shut his eyes. He tired to focus on his limbs, willing them to move with little success.

“He doesn’t have to!” He yelled. “He wouldn’t have-”

“Wouldn’t have what? Sucked you off? Played around with you? Stupid boy. Anyone can do that and it can mean absolutely nothing. Even if he did love you, he has to leave sometime.”

“He’ll come back!” Sharp crystals sliced his forearms several times. Multiple red lips widened to spill the their mouthfuls of life into the nothingness that surrounded it.

“Why would he? He’s only here now because of the Uchiha. What reason could he possibly have to stay?” The voice hissed and willed the dark grains to tighten again and pull on the boy’s body. Gaara could feel himself sinking fast. He screamed against his Uncle’s spiteful words. They had to be lies. He was always lies. Nothing but fake words to torment him forever. He thrashed with everything he had. He can’t die here. Not when he still had to know. Yashamaru’s words can’t be true. He can be loved! Love can be given to him! It has to! I DON’T WANT THAT PAIN ANYMORE!!

“Arrrrrggggggggggghhhhhh!!”

“Gaara, wake up! It’s okay! Wake up! Please!” The dark rims of Gaara’s eyes nearly disappeared when his eyes shot wide open. His lungs burned like he hadn’t been breathing for hours, searing pain swept over his arms and something was holding him firmly in place. He forced himself to hold still. Frantic eyes darted everywhere and found themselves inside his bedroom and on the floor. A shaky head turned to see frightened blue eyes looking down at him. Lips shivered as they spoke, “Let me go”, they whispered.

“Are you alright? You nearly clawed yourself to death”

“I said let go!” An elbow thrust deeply in Naruto’s chest. It caused him to let go but not stop him from getting up and reaching for Gaara’s hand. He just hadn’t counted on that hand slamming into his face and knocking him to the floor. “Leave me alone! Do you hear me? Leave me alone!” Naruto stared in awe for no more than a second before chasing after the terrified red head. He barely made a single step out the door when two others stopped him.

BTW, someone once commented on how 'weird feelings...' reminded them of Boku no pico. I did have get some of my dialogue from that cause i felt it jsut suited the situation too much not to use it ; But, it did inspire me to create this little piece of work:www.mangamistress./art/Boku-no-crossover-97166071

Let me know what you think I'll make the final chapter as soon as i can. College is starting to build up the work load but i'll do my best