Title: Just a Little Vacation

Author: Random Number 3

Rating: T

Summary: A man with burning hatred and mad genius is looking to wreck havoc on the world, and only one man can stand and confront him. Kankurou on a vacation brought on by his bouts of anger after his recovery from his fight with Sasori. With the help of a pretty local, and a shady man Kankurou is going to have fun on his little vacation.

Notes: Do not own Naruto.

CHATER 1

March came into the village of Sand like a man sneaking through the night, quick and without warning. The temperature rapidly dropped in Sand during the 'winter' months, forcing most of the villagers to bring out their heavier cloaks, and cloths.

Pulling his cowl closer onto his head Kankurou lazily walked to his brother's office, he was in no rush. Securing the scrolls tighter to his back, he did however begin to pick up the pace.

"Damn cold." He scowled at the sky, blaming it all for the lack of warmth from the once very hot village.

It took him only fifteen minutes to arrive at Gaara's building, he would have made in ten if he had not stopped to yell at a man in the middle of the street for accidentally kicking sand into his sandals.

"You're late."

"I was held up."

"You were yelling at a man for accidentally kicking sand into your shoes."

Gaara had knack for knowing what someone was actually doing, when they should be at his office.

"What can I say?" Kankurou offered as he took a seat in a chair. Gaara picked up a folder off of his desk and leafed through it, it was Kankurou's medical file from one of medic's.

"It says that you are as fit as ever, in fact you even grew 4 centimeters." Kankurou nodded. "So than, why are you so…" he searched for the right words, "testy?"

Kankurou shrugged.

"I suppose it's because I'm getting restless. I need to go on a mission Gaara, I haven't gone on one in eight months."

"You escorted that man back to his village just a few months ago."

He snorted. "That wasn't a mission that was babysitting. I want to go and see some action, kick some ass, and see some place new."

Gaara laced his fingers together.

"How are your puppets?"

"Excuse me?"

Gaara fixed Kankurou with a stare, he never forgot about his puppets and if he did it was usually because he had broke them and hadn't wanted to get in trouble.

"Why don't you show me Karasu?"

Standing up and flipping Karasu's scroll off his back Kankurou set it down on the floor. In a puff of smoke there stood Karasu looking almost as good as new.

"Good. Now show me if he works as well as he looks."

Attaching a chakra string Kankurou willed the puppet to move. The puppet may have looked new, but it certainly did not act new, it fell apart into a pile of worthless wood.

Gaara walked over to the door, and ordered his secretary to bring up the weapons smith.

Kankurou frowned as he heard the request from Gaara.

"These are my puppets."

"Yes, and they seemed to be a little…rusty."

"They all aren't in the same condition."

"Show me."

Kankurou repeated the process with Kuroari and Sanshouo, both ending up the same as Karasu.

"You need new weapons Kankurou."

Kankurou bit his tongue holding back a nasty comment, and settled with just glaring indifferent at Gaara just as a knock came at the door. The weapons smith, Major walked in, Kankurou didn't like the man. Perhaps if they had met at a different time, Kankurou would have liked the man, both liked very much too just 'kick some ass'.

"Major, glad you could make it."

He nodded, "Now who am I fitting for something new?"

Kankurou stood up, and Major asked just one question.

"Specialty?"

"Puppets."

"Hm…You know I do think we have those puppets that Chiyo used to fight that man Sasori."

"Hear that Kankurou? You get to use the legendary 10 puppets." Gaara commented.

Again biting back another comment Kankurou satisfied himself by simply nodding.

"I can arrange to send up the scroll soon, Kazekage."

"Thank you Major, that will be all. You can leave."

He marched out the door, and closed the door.

A moments silence passed in the room. Gaara turned to look out the window at the city, and Kankurou took the time to look at the bits of his puppets laying on the floor. He had had those since he was ten, he had been married to those bits of wood for eight years, yet those bits of wood had saved his life many times, in fact they had essentially saved Gaara's life too. Opening his mouth to comment on this Gaara spoke first.

"I know this hurts Kankurou, but it is for the best. In soon time you will get used to the new puppets."

Turning back to Kankurou Gaara did his best to try to sound sympathetic and nice, something that didn't come to him easy, something that Kankurou didn't appreciate right now.

"Now you wanted a mission where you could go out there and see action, and new places? It turns out I have a scroll I need delivered to a village just outside Grass, you've never been there I believe?"

Silence from Kankurou.

"Well there's plenty to do there, and if you look I'm sure you will find some action there."

Opening his mouth and speaking for the first time in half an hour, Kankurou said,

"Sounds like a pretty soft mission Gaara, but if you say so."

Lacing his fingers and staring at Kankurou, Gaara simply replied,

"I do say so."

END OF CHAPTER 1

Author's notes: Remember this story? Well I deleted it at one point, because I couldn't update it as much as I wanted. So now I'm rewriting it. Now if any of you have read the James Bond book Dr. No, than you may notice that this fic is very similar. That is because this fic is going to be largly based off the James Bond book Dr. No (which I don't own either). Enjoy and read, please. Always it would be nice if you clicked that review button to the left and down some.