„KANKURO!"
Gaara glanced up and focussed the closed door of his room. 'Poor brother', he thought. He felt sorry for him, but not that sorry, as that he would get up and risk his head. He knew his sister, and always, when she used this voice…
'Sorry, Kankuro, not today.' He groaned and fixed his book again. It was quite…

"GAARA!"
'Damn!'

When Gaara saw his sister, he realized, how pretty she could be. Normally he was not interested in her look but, first reason: Today he searched desperately for anything, that could help him, maybe a compliment would be a good idea, and, second reason: Today, she looked really gorgeous.
"You want to go out, sister?", he asked and crossed his arms.
"Yes", she answered shortly and knocked with her red painted, long fingernails impatiently against the doorframe, in which she was standing.
"Where is… aaah, my second little brother conscedended to appear too, nice."

Kankuro groaned and rubbed his small, dark eyes. "C'm on, Temari! I'm tired. It's… What time is it?", he muttered sleepily and confused in his brother's direction, but Gaara did not answer.

"What's up, Temari?"

His sister breathed slowly out and focused both of her brothers. "Okay, guys, I'll go now."

"We're lucky…", Kankuro whispered, but Gaara ignored him.

"I know, I am your older sister and so on, but I am not your cleaner!" Angrily she crossed her arms and her shoulder free, red dress slipped a little bit. "I cleaned up the kitchen, I cleaned up the living and the dining room, I cooked the last two weeks and this afternoon I asked you, Kankuro, wether you could please load the dishwasher, a thing of five minutes, and then, on my first free evening since whenever, I see, that you did nothing. So I had to load it, and now I'm late."

"I do not understand that" Kankuro scratched his head and blinked several times quickly. "When you are late, why do you talk to me then?"

'Stupid, brother.'

"BECAUSE I'M SICK OF IT!" Gaara could only shake his head, when he was seeing, how Temari collared his older brother and pressed him against the white wall. "But I'm done with this stuff, now. Tomorrow you will fetch beverages and you will clean the bathroom since your fingers are bloody, young man!I'm not your cleaner, and I'm not your mom! Only because I am accidently a woman I mustn't…-"

"Well then, okay." Gaara pulled his sister softly away from a very scared Kankuro. "I understand your point, but why is it concerned with me? I cleaned up the bathroom on Wednesday and I helped you with shopping. So, why am I here?"

"That's the point, Gaara." Temari's sight became gentlyer again and she stroked one strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. "You're here for two weeks now, and that mekes me very happy, you know that, but you weren't one day abroad. On Monday you're an undergrad. It's Saturday, it's summer, go away and do something but locking in your room and reading! Go in a disco, meet friends, whatever!"

Gaara stared horrified to his sister. "But… I don't like discos."

"You do not like anything but yourself and, listen, I don't care. You have to deal with people, otherwise you'll never get friends."

"I do not need friends."

"You're obstinate and too proud, little brother. Well, if you want or not, you will go out, this evening."

"But…-"

"Shut up!"

"You cannot force me."

"I can. You bet!"

Gaara wasn't in a good mood. Disdainfully he leaved the bus and stomped on.

'This woman…", he thought and crossed the street. It was a warm night, maybe twenty degree, and star-bright, but Gaara ignored the beautiful sky and hid his hands in his trouser pockets. Not a good idea! Temari did not just force him to go out, she made him also wearing this stupid jeans, a strait black t shirt with v-neckline and a leather jacket. Besides she fixed his red hair with some gel and now it was a little bit spiky. Gaara felt like a oversized hedgehog.

Again: He was not in a good mood. His condition did not become a better one, when he pulled his hand again out his too tight jeans and found a condom in his hand.

"Temari!", he hissed embarressed, blushed looked over his shoulder and put the blue thing quickly again in his jeans. "What is she expecting? That I hustle a girl for a short one-night-stand?"

Gaara loved his sister. She and Kankuro helped him, when everybody else did not. His past wasn't the best one and after finishing his school he wanted nothing more, than just leaving this stuff behind him. It was Temari who'd ask him to join hers and Kankuros' living community and he could not stop being thankful. After everything that happened, his siblings were treating him still as their loved little brother. Sometimes, like today, he was on edge by that, but…

The young man sighted and closed his eyes, no longer angry, more resigned. He had arrive the disco and just wanted to get this evening over and done. He wasn't the right person for parties and dancing. He preferred a quiet room, a good book and the absence of other humans. The disco were loud, full of people and no one of them seemed to have a book or just the skill to read it anymore.

"Jackpott, Gaara", he muttered to himself ironicly and urged through the dancing people till he arrived the bar. Abut himself against the bar, he ordered his favourit cocktail, a Blood and Sand, and started observing people. Saying he liked oberserving people was an exaggeration, but he enjoyed it more than talking and dancing with people, so…

Drinking he cocktail he ran over the crowd of dancing sweaty bodies and tried not to puke. That was his generation. Girls in undersized glittering dresses and high heels, that looked like serious bodily harm and boys in too tight jeans with oversized base caps. Everyone drunk, everyone screaming, everyone dancing, everyone now on Gaaras personal list of death.

"Hey! Shall we dance?" The young man jerked and focused then the girl with his cold, blue-green eyes. The girl was maybe sixteen years old, had brown hair and looked, admitted, cute. She was small, comparatevly reasonable dressed and she seemed to be a little shy and truly interested in Gaara, not just his dick. Maybe he would have said yes, if… Yes, maybe. But he didn't say yes. He did not say anything. He just stared over the head of the cute girl and for him the time stopped and the music was turned off.

Blond hair, blue eyes, cheeky smirk –

No question:

Uzumaki Naruto, Gaaras first love.

Ahoi and hilo! :)

This is my first fanfiktion on this webside... As you already read, it is about one of my personal favourite characters: Gaara of the sand. I'm from Germany, so please don't judge me for my english! :)

Searching for a beta!