My first fanfic ^_^. Its set around the time that Naruto's off training with Jaraiya, just before Gaara becomes the Kazekage and Temari and Kankuro become jounin. Read first page at-least although this is the shortest chapter and the least interesting in my opinion.

This is the edited version of this chapter thanks to my new Editor Rose1991 :)

Disclaimer: This will probably be the only time i do this unless i remember so I don't own Naruto or any of the characters. But i do own Yoruichi Kaiya who appears chapter 2 and the rest of my OC's who appear quite a bit later to thicken the plot :O

Ch. 1

"Why-y-y?" Kankuro complained staring at Temari who was packing her bags ready for their 'surprise' holiday.

"Because, I said so," She answered back with a smug smile. "The Elders and I already booked it anyway. So you're coming with me whether you like it or not!"

"That's not a reason that's a-" Kankuro whined, pushing her buttons.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" She interrupted, sending him a death glare, and not really caring about hurting his feelings. He frowned as she cut him off. She'd had enough of him and his constant moaning, they'd been arguing about the vacation for at least ten minutes. Most normal would be excited to have a break from such a tedious job. But no, not Kankuro.

They turned to see Gaara standing in the door way looking amusingly at the bag on Temari's bed. "GAARA, Temari's making us go on vacation to some fancy-pants spa resort, tell her to stop!" pouted Kankuro hopefully, his lower lip jutting out and his hand pointing an accusing finger at their sister, who was still ramming things into her bag.

Gaara just glared at him silently, telling Kankuro he didn't give a shit about his brother's position on the matter. How am I related to this idiot, he pondered as he walked over to the bed where Temari's case lay.

"Kankuro, let me put it this way, either you come with me or I'll rip off your tiny balls and feed them to Karasu!" She stated with a threatening tone, her face deadpan. Kankuro's face paled slightly at the prospect. "It's your choice!" She added happily, reaching for more clothes and packing them in her already full suit case. Kankuro glanced warily at Gaara who wore a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Gaara, I doubt you want to go!" Kankuro groused, turning toward his brother and his tone exceedingly desperate and obviously making one last leap for freedom. "I know you're not a people's person and I bet there's going to be loads of them," Kankuro stated, before adding, "especially fatties – in speedos." Kankuro stopped his monologue dramatically, trying to convince his brother over to his side. "Do I need to remind you of last time?"

He noticed Gaara wince a little at the horror that happened the first time around. Gaara hesitantly opened his mouth to say he didn't need to be reminded, but Temari beat him to it.

"To be honest Kankuro I'm surprised you're not looking forward to it!" She sighed slyly. Kankuro raised an eyebrow slightly in suspicion, urging Temari to continue. "I mean there's going to be LOADS of hot girls there, all in bikinis, OH and I hear that it's mixed bathing..."

Kankuro darted out the room into his own faster than he would have if his sister told him that they were spending the week in a geisha house, and he got to choose the women he wanted each night. The loud 'clunk' of a suitcase hitting the floor followed his departure.

Temari chuckled, "I knew that'd work."

"He's such a perv, it's unbelievable," Gaara stated, sickened by his brother's display. He paused before he really noticed what Temari said to convince Kankuro. "Is there really mixed bathing?" Gaara asked, scared by the idea, eyeing Temari thoughtfully. Because if there was, Kankuro wasn't only going to make a fool of himself, he was going to make Gaara and Temari look ridiculous too by association.

"Pffft! No!" she laughed. "Do you really think I'm going to put poor innocent girls through Kankuro and his crappy chat-up lines. Not to mention the constant staring and drooling." Temari frowned as if she had just tasted something vile. "That would be enough to traumatize anyone, but we'll let him believe it for a little bit longer" she winked devilishly. "Are you packed yet, Gaara?"

"Yeah. I was packed last night," Gaara stated, leaning against the doorframe. "I didn't want Kankuro to witness and start asking questions." He frowned at his sister, who was failing at trying to close her suitcase with her bare hands, but he didn't want to comment on it. His eyes shifted to the hallway as he heard the bang of Kankuro's door. In came Kankuro with his suit case and Karasu.

"I'm all set!" He beamed, spinning to look at Temari who was sitting on her suitcase in attempt to shut it. "Uh," he sputtered stupidly, "Temari how long are we going for?" He silently eyed the gap in between the top of the case and its zip clearly unaware why she was taking so much crap. She slowly walked away from the suitcase, grumbling that it wasn't closing.

Gaara answered over Temari's angry growling, "We're going for fi-"

"!" Temari shrieked as a battle cry, lunging on top of it, obviously trying to catch it by surprise. But apparently it was ready for her. As soon as she jumped on it, it sprung back at her, forcing her to bounce off and hit the floor unceremoniously.

Both Gaara and Kankuro held their laughter in, knowing she wouldn't take too kindly to it. She lightly rubbed her sore behind where she had landed. "Do you need help?" Gaara asked with a cocky smile on his face. He knew full well that she'd never admit to needing it.

"No, I'm just fine!" She hissed acting like she knew what she was doing.

"We could help you know..." Kankuro added smugly while grinning at Gaara, both inwardly laughing at the eldest of the siblings.

"It's just fine," she growled. "I'll be done any second now!" She grimaced again, pushing the suitcase to the wall with the weight of her body and using her hands to do it up.

Ten minutes later, Temari's battle with the case was still raging. She'd tried six different ways, including sitting on it, crouching on it, putting a heavy training weight on it, and even turning it upside down – which the latter did not work so well, especially when everything fell out, and she had to hurriedly re-pack it. By this time Gaara and Kankuro were sitting on the floor just watching her struggle, not saying a word.

"Are we going to help her?" Gaara whispered to Kankuro.

"No, we offered before. What makes you think we're gonna go out of our way for some one who'll 'Be just fine'" Kankuro attempted to whisper. "Besides, this is better than T.V!" Temari turned and glared at Kankuro for a second, but then carried on with the packing.

Another five minutes passed and Temari was still attempting to do the suit case up. Gaara was starting to get bored, unlike Kankuro, whose amusement was increasing and woo-ed every time she failed. Each time he did so, a vain popped out of Temari's forehead.

"WOOOOO!" Kankuro shouted in fits of laughter.

I swear if Kankuro 'woos' one more time, that vein will explode, Gaara thought. "I've had enough of this." Gaara stated, boredom ever present in his voice. He silently summoned his sand and lightly did a sand burial on the suit case until he heard it click shut.

"W-w-what did you do that for?..." Kankuro and Temari whined simultaneously, Kankuro the loudest and sounding the most like a child whose toy had just been taken away.

"That was so funny! Why'd you have to spoil it, eh?" Kankuro whimpered. Temari growled loudly before throwing a fist into his face, giving him a nice goose-egg.

"Now that we're done, do you want to go? It'll take about a day to get there..." Temari said. Gaara nodded. He was way past ready to go. He was also obviously way past patiently waiting.

Temari and Gaara set out the room to the front door of their house and waited for Kankuro to pull himself off the floor and make his way down the stairs after them. Kankuro finally made it to the top of the stairs, and strutted down smugly acting like nothing had happened.

"Kankuro?" Temari asked warily looking at the puppet, Karasu, in bandages on Kankuro's left side.

"What?" Kankuro asked in a somewhat whiny voice, his lower lip out sulkingly. Gaara shook his head and looked away from his brother, knowing exactly what was going to happen.

"You can't take Karasu." Temari stated plainly, pointing to the bandage wrapped bundle.

"Wha? Why not?" Kankuro whined, his tone wearing Temari's and Gaara's nerves thin.

"You won't be allowed! It's a spa resort, not a battle stadium!" Temari yelled, placing her hands on her hips, and her legs positioned in what her two brothers liked to call her power-stance.

"Maybe someone will attack us! And y'know what they say...!" Kankuro paused, what he wanted to say that moment just abandoning his mind in his hour of need. "Err, always expect the unexpected! Yup! Anyway, they won't know, he's disguised."

Temari and Gaara blinked at him before turning to each other, staring blankly. "They have metal detectors..." Gaara stated, pointing out the fault in Kankuro's prematurely thought plan.

"Karasu isn't made of metal!" Kankuro said proudly. He knocked on Karasu before silently, but sounding rather victoriously, adding "See, wood."

Temari put a hand to her brow, not understanding how exactly Kankuro turned out to be such and absent minded man. Gaara just stared, not believing a bit of his brother's stupidity that was ever so obvious. "Yes, he's primarily made of wood," Temari sighed slowly, trying to keep calm. "But have you not noticed metal weapons poking out of everywhere available!?"

Kankuro just blinked dumbly to his siblings. "Erm... well, yes," he mumbled, scratching his head. "BUT he's my only buddy and I need him." Kankuro whispered dramatically, his eyes damp with false tears.

He knew Temari's weak point, although she would never care to admit it; no matter how much her brothers annoyed her, she'd never want to see them in distress. "Ok, fine! But don't come crying to me when they lock him up!" sighed the blonde kunoichi, turning on her heel and walking out of the house.

Gaara turned and followed Temari out the door. He didn't know why he bothered. It always ended with her winning anyway. After all it was a battle of intellect and wits. And truthfully, everyone knew Kankuro was definitely not the sharpest or brightest crayon in the box.

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