This is my first fanfic for Naruto, so I'm using my favorite character, Gaara!
Edit: I went and fixed most of the grammar, I also added a little more meat.
It was a week after the failed invasion of Konoha. The ninjas of Suna had settled down like nothing had happened—especially the sand siblings—especially Gaara.
Gaara knelt beside his bed, reached under and pulled out a sketchpad.
The redhead rose and walked over to a chair that sat in the corner of his room. Looking around, he admired his hard work on making it feel more homey. The ninja had made his bed, cleaned the bloodstains off of the walls and floor, and bought a lamp to 'brighten his living space'.
To add onto it, he now kept his sand in the closet instead of piles all over the place.
Gaara nodded in approval and opened the sketchpad.
Despite being a mental wreck, the Jinchuriki was a very talented artist. He flipped through the pages and admired his work. His lines were even, his shading was suburb and his sketches were almost lifelike.
But there was one problem.
Not one page consisted of anything un-violent.
Gaara mumbled quietly to himself and left to get his pencil, eraser, and colored pencils. Then He went through his sketchpad until he found a blank page and slowly set the tip of the pencil onto the paper.
He grinned.
Gaara sketched the outline and began adding details, soon it outline became a clean sketch. He was about to put his pencil done, when something came over him. The now slightly possessed Gaara scribbled on the original drawing until it was far more different than before.
Gaara sweat dropped.
The picture, which had been him hugging Temari and Kankuro, was now him stabbing them in their backs.
Gaara grumbled and put the sketchpad away. He had planned to give the sketch to his siblings, but that probably wouldn't be a good idea now.
If I want to bond with them, I'll have to do it in person. Crap.
He turned the lamp off, and headed downstairs.
Gaara entered the kitchen to find Kankuro sitting at the bar enjoying what looked to be a hamburger. Without saying a word, Gaara walked over and took a seat on the barstool next to his brother.
Kankuro looked over; he had sauce smeared on his face, mixing with the purple face paint.
"Hey Gaara," Kankuro greeted with his mouth full. He swallowed and gave a bright smile. "How's life treatin' ya?"
Gaara nodded slowly. "Good…I guess."
Kankuro gave a nod and smiled larger. "That's pretty good. What have you been up to?"
"I was drawing."
"Cool!"
For a while the kitchen was silent, the only noise being Kankuro wolfing down his burger. When he was finished, he slowly walked over to the sink to dispose of his dirty dishes.
After returning to his seat, Kankuro attempted to break the awkwardness: "Why don't you bring the drawing down and show me?"
Gaara turned red while remembering the graphic details in his picture. "I'd rather not to be honest."
"Oh, well…okay."
They sat in more awkward silence.
Kankuro, once again, came to the rescue, "Do you wanna…hang out?"
Gaara nodded slowly, a growl came from his stomach.
"Are you…hungry?" Kankuro leaned over and grinned slyly.
Gaara put a hand on his stomach. "I guess."
Kankuro's sly smile melted into a look of shock. "GASP! You guess!"
"…Yeah."
Gaara watched his brother jump out of his seat and run to the pantry.
"Now," Kankuro said, grinning, "I was saving these for a special occasion…"
Gaara wrinkled his nose. "I don't like that kind."
For a second Gaara thought that he saw the cat ears on Kankuro's hat flatten.
"Oh," Kankuro muttered sadly. "You don't like this…kind." He tapped the toe of his sandals on the ground. "Well, what kind do you like?"
That question was easy answer material for Gaara: "The black ones."
"Why?"
"They squeak under your teeth!"
Kankuro scratched his head. "Okay…?"He went back to the pantry and came out with a large jar of black olives."These?"
Gaara nodded like a spaz. "Yeah!"
Kankuro flexed his muscles and grabbed the lid.
At first Gaara thought that his brother was having a seizure, he then realized that the mighty Kankuro was trying to open the lid.
"Kankuro…"
"I got this!"
Gaara shook his head. Poor Kankuro, he thought. Poor, poor, Kankuro.
"Darn thing!" yelled Kankuro, "It won't open!"
Gaara held a hand out.
"Trust me little buddy, that thing is screwed tight! There's no you'd be able to open it!"
Gaara let out a cry as the olives were placed back in the pantry.
"Oh well!" Kankuro said, "We'll have to do something else!" The Teen got an excited look on his face. "How about we go hook up with some chicks or toilet paper someone's house?"
Gaara held up a hand."No thanks," he said politely, his gaze falling on the pantry. "Now bring me that jar."
"Okay, I guess we could try again."
Kankuro grabbed the jar and continued his struggle.
Gaara sighed. "As I asked you before, would you please just hand me the freakin' jar?"
Kankuro slowly handed him the olive jar, a look of doubt on his face.
Gaara put a hand on the top and tried to twist the land. "I'll never be able to open it that way," he muttered.
Kankuro gave him the I-told-you-so look.
Gaara tapped his chin. What to do, what to do? I've got it! The Jinchuriki raised his arm above his head.
Kankuro frowned and took a step back.
Sand began emptying out of the Gaara's gourd and sticking to his arm, the sand thickened and took the shape of a large arm and clawed hand.
Kankuro sweat dropped. "Uh Gaara..? Just what are you doing…?"
Gaara winced as a single crack ran down his face, but focused on his arm. The partly transformed Gaara roared and slammed the arm down onto the jars lid. The huge claws dug into the glass.
Shukaku: WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Olives and glass flew everywhere.
The dust cleared and revealed a very embarrassed Gaara. "Whoops," he muttered. "That sounded a lot better in my head."
Kankuro raised an eyebrow, "Okay now, was that really necessary?"
Gaara shrugged.
They sat in silence.
"They're still edible, right?"
"Yeah sure…I guess. Just make sure that you wash them."
Gaara let out a sigh of relief; the sand melted off of his arm and went back into his gourd. "Good."
Kankuro motioned to all the glass and olives. "Aren't you going to clean all this up? Temari will kill me if she comes home to this!"
"Ahhhh, right!"
Sand, once again, emptied out of the gourd. It collected the glass and olives and sorted them into piles.
Kankuro grinned. I'm getting olives and being freed of cleaning! Yes!
Gaara put the olives in a bowl and washed them. He came back a few seconds later and set the bowl in front of Kankuro.
"There."
They ate quietly, until Kankuro said that they should eat in the living room…
"Pass me more!"
Kankuro grinned like a wild man. "Life is good!" He threw his bare feet up and placed them on the coffe table in front of him and Gaara.
Gaara nodded slowly while he quietly placed an olive in his mouth.
Suddenly, Kankuro turned to Gaara and asked: "So, whats it like to turn into a large, murderous raccoon?"
"What kind of question is that?"
"Dunno, just wondering."
"Its…not pleasant."
"I can tell with the whole face cracking and yelling thing."
"That pretty much sums it up, and I have the worst flashbacks."
"No way!"
Gaara nodded, like a bad boy, "Yes way."
Kankuro nodded. "Sweet."
"Totally."
Thrirty Minutes Later...
"DON'T GET MAD! GET GLAD!" Yelled the TV.
Gaara covered his ears. "Ugh! I want to go Shukaku every time I hear that gay commercial!"
Kankuro sweat dropped and scooted to the other side of the crouch, then grabbed the remote. "Then let's find something else to watch!"
"I was only kidding."
"Oh."
Kankuro flipped channels until Gaara grabbed his shoulder. "Kankuro, stop."
It was a horror movie.
Kankuro began sweating. "I have to warn you, me and horror movies don't mix well."
"Relax, you'll be fine!"
Kankuro: No! I hate horror movies!
Gaara: Quit being a wuss and shut up!
Me: Tune in next time to find out why Kankuro doesn't like horror movies!
Gaara: Yes and review while you're at it!
Kankuro: Oh Lord! Save me!
Shukaku: WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!