A/N: Just a happy look at the every day goings on of Suna. Please R&R. I'll give you a cookie!
I don't own Naruto.
Kankurou stretched tenderly, throwing his last article of clothing in the general direction of the hamper. He turned the knob and left the water to warm. As he squeezed his lemon, he marveled at the ingenuity of his younger brother. Metal tanks full of water kept on top of the buildings to let the sun heat them. Hot running water in Suna, no other Kazekage had done so much. Shaking the remaining drops loose, Kankurou turned and finally noticing the intruder let out a quick shriek.
"What are you doing in here?" He asked.
Gaara sat on the hamper, silent and still, legs folded. His eyes followed Kankurou's every movement with scrutiny. "Hmmmm."
"That's not an answer." Kankurou jabbed one finger at Gaara as he attempted to hide his nakedness with his other hand.
Green eyes moved slowly up every inch of Kankurou's body, making the older boy squirm. His gaze finally stopped at the beet red face of his brother. "I wanted to see if we were the same."
Confusion sprawled on Kankurou's face. "…The same?" Gaara pointed at his brother's exposed genitalia. "Yeah we're both guys."
Gaara shot an icy glare. "I know that." Kankurou looked lost. "I meant, well," Gaara began moving his hand over his jaw line, "hirsute." Noting that Kankurou's expression hadn't changed Gaara rephrased, "hairy."
Kankurou sighed in relief. His brother wasn't becoming crazier and hadn't become a pervert. "Yeah that's totally normal. If you have any questions about, ah, stuff," Gaara blinked in succession, "you can come and talk to me. Don't lurk in the bathroom," Gaara narrowed his eyes, "please."
Gaara got up and headed for the door. Kankurou slid open the shower curtain only to discover that the hot water had run out. "Damnit!"
Temari stuck her head out of her room. "What's the racket about?"
"I had to find out something." Gaara said.
"And?"
"Kankurou screams like a girl."