Temari eyed her little brother suspiciously. He had a toothbrush lodged in the button that turned the spin cycle on so he could watch it. That in and of itself wasn't unusual. But the fact that Gaara was glaring at the machine like it had personally peed in his cereal was. That, and the fact that the washing machine appeared to be empty.
"Gaara," Temari started tentatively; not that she was afraid of the six-year-old. She just didn't want to make him mad. Things were a whole lot more stressful when Gaara was mad. "What's in the washing machine?" Gaara didn't answer. Instead he glared more intently at the washing machine. "Gaara…" Temari said, a warning lacing her tone. She waited a few seconds, tapping her foot impatiently.
"Crickets."
"…." When the Subaku family found out that Gaara never slept, it was a cause for concern. When he claimed that a demon raccoon wouldn't let him rest, they called a doctor for physiological evaluation. They gave him some sleeping pills, but he had woken up, drenched in sweat. Apparently he talked with the daemon raccoon while he slept. Temari's father had insisted that the demon raccoon wasn't real, so he switched to regular raccoons. After Temari had insisted that raccoons didn't live in their region, he moved on to blaming local animals. Temari refuted his claims by saying that those animals couldn't have disrupted his sleep. Only recently had he started to think of animals that actually had reasons behind them.
"Gaara," She said, patience wearing thin "Why did you put crickets in the washing machine?" She already knew the answer.
"They wouldn't let me sleep." He refused to look away from the washing machine.
Temari sighed loudly, pinching the bridge of her nose. She was only nine, but her demeanor was much more mature than her age would indicate. "Gaara."
"Yes?"
"Take the crickets out of the washing machine."