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First story all! I want to warn that in later chapters this story will include: prostitution, substance abuse, drug trafficking, alcoholism, under aged sex, yaoi, mental instability(lol looking at you Gaara), and overall sensitive content. Viewer discretion is advised
Basically I will be writing everything I always wanted to see in stories but are never included. If you want something done right you gotta do it yourself :)
"It's getting late.." The young girl thought as the sun began to set. She looked down at the young boy resting his head on her lap. She was seated atop a dumpster against the wall in a side alley. The young boy was quietly resting almost as if he was sound asleep. Except he was in a dreamless and unhappy rest. He may not have been able to sleep but still tried his best to get enough rest. He did not move nor make a single noise. It was horrifying to think, but the girl thought he pretty much looked dead against her bare legs.
In a moments time before the final shade of night, he appeared. And he was empty handed. "Kankuro!" The girl shouted hysterically. "What took you so long! I was beginning to worry!"
"Calm down Temari, damn I'm fine alright!" Kankuro dropped himself down on the low wooden trunk on the opposite side of the alley. He slipped the hood off his head and ran a bruised hand threw his wild, brown hair. He sighed. "God I'm sorry Temari. I guess I'm just kinda disappointed I couldn't find anything to eat tonight." Temari's crazed eyes softened. "It's not your fault Kankuro, you tried. I can tell." Her gaze shifted to the scrapes and bruised skin of her younger brother. "I know Gaara will be disappointed though. He hasn't had much to eat lately and I can hear his stomach growl in his rest.
The young boy lying on her lap slowly stirred then lifted his head. He rubbed his dark lidded eyes wearily. "Temari, I'm hungry.." The girl looked to her youngest brother and frowned. "Sorry baby we aren't having anything today. Will you be alright?" Gaara ever so slightly had a look of disappointment. He really hadn't had anything to eat in days. His small stomach was feeling really tight and painful. What he wouldn't give for a hot meal. Problem is he didn't have anything to give. The boy slowly nodded his head and went to lower it back to his elder sister's lap.
Temari sighed. "Kankuro..? Is there anything there at all? He really needs to eat." The middle child sat upright and shrugged. "Hold on I guess I can check again." Kankuro lifted himself from the trunk and raised the lid. He shuffled through a series of old, worn items until he came across something. "H-hey Temari! It looks like we got some bread. It's a little stale but food none the less." "Really let me see." Temari examined the small clump of stale bread held out to her. The amount of it was sad, it would maybe feed one of them to hold for a few hours. Thought it could feed two of them to just have something on their stomachs. It simply would not be worth sharing it more than that. No one would get much of any nutrients. "Alright, split it Kankuro." He held it between his hands. "How many times?" Temari looked away. "Once. Split it evenly down the middle please."
"But Temari who's not gonna get anything?" "Me of coarse.." He knew there was no fighting her. She was the oldest and the only one to care for her two younger brothers. She was the mother figure and was the one to sacrifice everything for them. When she told them to eat what was meant for her they were to eat it and hope for no regret.
"Alright Temari.. you sure?" Gaara shifted in his "sleep." "Yes just eat half already. Gaara, get up Gaara we have bread that you can eat." The boy against her legs slowly rose to look at her. "What?" Kankuro stretched his hand out with the half he was instructed to give to Gaara. He was already chewing on his half. The boy stared at the lump of bread with his ever emotionless eyes. He reached a pale and slender hand out to gently grasp the bread. Looking it over in his hands he looked back to his sister. "Temari..?" She was watching him the whole time though lost in thought at the same. "Oh! No Gaara don't worry about me. Eat it now please. It should be enough until morning at least. Then we can try again to find real food." But Gaara didn't take a bite. Instead he split his half of bread down the middle. Kankuro who was sitting on the wooden trunk watched with a raised eyebrow still eating his bread. "Here.. share it with me.." Temari looked touched at the thought of him being so hungry yet purposely giving himself less so that she could eat. But that wouldn't do. "Thank you Gaara, your so darling. But please eat both halves. I will find something in the morning." At his sister's plea, Gaara slowly began to nibble on one of the clumps he held. It was cold and hard, but it was food. "Good boy."
Temari smiled pleased as she slowly pet her youngest brother's red head. Kankuro hadn't taken long to polish off every crumb of his bread. He was now leaned against the wall with his arms behind his head and eyes closed. Gaara was now sitting quietly with the second half of bread in his hands. He slowly pushed it against Temari's thigh. She who was seated next to him atop the dumpster looked down at the small fragment of old bread. "Oh.. Gaara.." This wasn't the first time he stubbornly refused to eat a part of his food to allow his siblings more. He thought they needed and deserved it more being bigger and older. She appreciated his kindness oh so much. But accepting it would mean just that much less for him. and he already ate so little. Temari scooted closer to her baby brother so that their sides were pressed together. She wrapped her left arm around his small body. she held the bread in her right hand and began to hand feed him. He couldn't refuse an offer from his sister when she held it to his lips. He took small, regretful nibbles. But didn't take too long to finish it. The bread was the last of their stored food and Temari was starving. If she weren't the protector and care taker of her two younger brothers, she would have been quick to steal and fight for food. But she was, and had them to worry about. Life was hard for the three sand orphans. But they were going to find a way to make it. Somehow. Together.
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