Long, sooty lashes batted lightly as a firm hand poised with a small paint brush applied purple paint to the closed lid. Ever so carefully the hand moved the brush across the lid to create an even and smooth line. The line, no more than a centimeter thick, travelled from the corner of the eye to the very edge. The hand deftly dipped the paint brush into a bottle of thick paint before returning to the face to add paint to the other eye lid. Again, the strong, calloused hand delicately applied the deep purple paint on the second eye lid. Now, both lids looked identical on the warm brown eyes.
The hand, then dropped the paint brush down in favor of a larger brush. The new brush was dipped into the same purple paint and brought up to the face. This time, the brush started from one edge of a cheek bone to travel in a steady and measured stroke to the other cheek bone, while travelling across the nose as the center. Not a single edge was smudged or uneven. The line was perfectly symmetrical. A grin formed on the face before the large brush was put down in exchange for a medium sized brush.
This time, the brush was used to carefully apply to symmetrical streaks down the cheeks' middles and then along the chin and nose. Everything was done with such precision that it was easy to tell that this hand had done this numerous times before. The paint brush wielder then put down the medium brush and hesitated over a slim metal looking tube. Steady, but worn hand slowly lowered until the fingers were grazing the tube. The other hand came in to help pick up the tiny object and slide off what appeared to be a cap. With a twist of the right hand and the steadying of the left hand, a lavender lipstick protruded from the tube.
Slowly and ever so delicately, the rough hands prepared to apply the lipstick to the lips. Inch by inch, the lipstick was brought closer and closer to the lips until finally the lipstick and lips touched. With measured, but slightly unsure fingers, the lipstick glided across the lips. A smooth lavender sheen glazed the lips as they puckered to move the color around evenly. Suddenly a door slammed open as the lipstick wielder was in mid-pose.
"KANKURO!!! What the hell are you doing with my lipstick?!" huffed an angry Temari. Her four pigtails protruded from her head, giving her the look of a horned demon.
A shocked Kankuro looked at his sister in horror before regaining composure. "I TOLD you that I had to put on my…"
"You're freaking make up?" Temari interrupted him, still huffing and puffing. "I swear you're such a freak. I leave you in here for one minute so that you could put your face on and now you're using my lipstick!!!"
"IT IS NOT MAKE UP" a furious Kankuro roared. " Don't you get that it is a part of my image and it's called Kabuki Paint!" he tried to stare his older sister down.
"BS! That doesn't explain why you were tyring to use my lipstick! Just admit it, you like to wear make up!" she ridiculed him as her face started changing colors with her anger.
"I was just trying to see if I could improve on my image by adding another touch!" Kankuro tried to explain while ruffling his messy brown hair in frustration.
"How does that help your image?! Ugh, just stop touching my stuff! I swear you should have been born a woman" Temari shook her head in exasperation.
"And you should have been born a man…" Kankuro countered under his breath.
"WHAT?!" screamed Temari with renewed fervor.
Nearby, in the not so long hallway, Gaara shook his head as he listened to his siblings argue. He was supposed to be the crazy, formerly demon-possessed one of the family, but to see his siblings fight like they were; one could have easily thought he was the sane one. Shrugging, he left his two 'normal' siblings to their devices… until he heard something or someone being thrown out the window... Nope, definitely not normal.