A/N: Temari's OC in this.

A groan echoed through the moderately large apartment. A figure lay on the floor at the foot of a bed, a hand to her throbbing head as she glared at the shaking metal, string attached cup. Picking herself up, she grabbed the item and held it so it covered her mouth and ear, groaning as spoke into it, rubbing a now sore skull, "Moshi, moshi. Who is it? You just woke me up, baka."

"It's Temari, you datebayo! Who'd you think it'd be, dobe?! I'm the only one with one of these! Now get your ass over here before I come and drag you by your hair!"

Inwardly the girl thwacked herself on the forehead, wondering why she had ever set up the odd communication device in her friends house; her loud, obnoxious friend who absolutely loved to wake be her personal alarm clock in the most annoying way possible. "I'm on my way," she mumbled, rubbing a tired arm across her sleepy eyes, glancing at he clock, '4:30 am… oh joy.'

"Liar!" Temari yelled, cackling on the other end in evil laughter at her tired friend, "What were you doing last night? Usually you're up before me!"

"What did you eat this morning?" her friend threw back, scowl adorning her features, "You're usually not this hyper till noon." At her snapped words she plopped back down on the bed now beneath her, slowly letting her eyes flitter closed, 'Only five more minutes of sleep; then I'll get up…'

"OGAWA! Get your ass up and at 'em!"

"Gah!"

Vaguely the now thoroughly abused female could hear two pairs of loudly amused siblings in the background as she picked herself up from the now almost dented floor. Surly the woman glowered as she rebrought the piece of metal to her ear and screamed, "What the hell, Kankuro?!"

"Gah!"

And now the rolls were reversed as the now fully awakened girl threw back her head in laughter, her lower half of her body dangling dangerously over the edge of her bed as she listened to her friend's cries of pain as Temari cursed at her brother and yelled at him to 'get his fat ass off of her!'

"… Ah!!!"

And once again we find our character on the now well acquainted floor, gently picking her thoroughly bruised self up as she listened in on the cup, "Oh just shower and get your lazy ass self over here, Lyndsay."

And that's how Lyndsay Ogawa's day began. After her quite painful awakening, the messy, short cut, coffee haired girl dried her hair off with a fuzzy towel as she stepped into the kitchen, grabbing an apple as she briskly ran a brush threw her semi-wet mattered hair, the steam still escaping her previously used shower bathroom. And out the door she walked, sighing blissfully as the sun's heat warmed her long, dirt colored, jacked coated back as she walked down Suna's streets, nodding hello to a few familiar faces as she made her way down the road.

Ding Dong.

"Coming!"

Lyndsay stepped back as the front door was thrown open, a bright, blond, and slightly sadistic girl's face appearing from the doorway, "Hey, Lyn Lyn!"

The silent girl nodded her head as she grinned at her friend, a questioning look in her eyes, "Hey yourself, Temari. So what did you call me over for?"

"Well," said fan fanatic started, stepping out from the apartment and into the street, making their way through the Saturday morning crowd, "For one; I'm really bored. Kankuro just left for his mission after waking you up, muttering something about not wanting to die at the hands of some girl with a temper fiercer than any dragon who wasn't even a ninja for Kami's sake. And two; because I'm so bored I thought I should take my very best friend out and head over to the Kazekage's office. You now Gaara rarely comes home anymore. I doubt he even gets any time to eat! So you and I are going to be the amazing people that we are and take him out to breakfast!"

Lyndsay absently nodded her head at her friend's words, her thoughts else where as they continued down the street towards the ever looming building.

Knock Knock Knock.

The door threw itself open as an impatient Temari stood at its other end, a smirking Lyndsay right behind her, glancing at the door's fate as it crashed to the ground.

"Miss, I'm going to have to ask you to leav-oh! I'm sorry, Miss Temari. Please, right this way. Lord Kazekage is in his room at the moment, but if you would like to come back later, I'll-"

BAM!

Slowly a red haired head lifted itself from its bent position, a pair of non-surprised, aqua marine eyes staring at the dominant figure before him. "What do you want, Temari," he sighed, noting the shocked secretary behind her as he dismissed the employee with a flick of his hand.

"Me 'n' Lyn Lyn here are going to take you to breakfast!"

Leisurely Gaara no Subaku raised his teal eyes to his sister's sky lit blue ones, noting the rather quiet girl behind her. "Why?" he asked cautiously, already dreading the answer from his rather rambunctious sister. "Why? Because one; I'm bored and lonely. Two; Lyn-chan is here so you might as well make most of it, seeing as how you've only meet her once. And three; you rarely come home or even eat anymore. Either way, take your pick, you're coming with us!"

"I'm going to assume she's on a sugar high, what with all the noise she's making," Gaara spoke to Lyndsay, ignoring his smirking sister.

"You know what they say about assuming though, brother dear," the unrelenting kunoichi taunted, "To assume makes an ass outta you and me." And that's how Gaara, all powerful sand shinobi, found himself dragged along by his sister out of his office, friend at a safe distance besides him, all ending up at…