A/N: This will be my attempt at a Yaoi story. It will be KankyGaa! Yay! This first chapter finally hit me when I was staying at the Oh so wonderful JK's house. Then on the entire ten-hour drive home I pieced together this first chapter. Ok Yay!

Temari: 15

Kankurou: 11

Gaara: 8

Disclaimer: I have pwned many things, but I have yet to own Naruto.

A small boy crouched down in the corner; a trail of leftover tears stained his face. "Why, Daddy? Why did you hurt Mommy?"

The middle aged man smiled back at his son menacingly. "Because Mommy was bad." The glint from his teeth reflected off the moonlight. "And now son, I'm afraid that I am going to have to punish you as well." He stepped over to the young boy. He whimpered and tried to bury himself deeper into the corner, into the darkness.

"N-n-n-no daddy. P-p-p-please s-stop it. You sc-scaring me!"

"Awww. Gaa-chan. I promise I wont hurt you." His father brought the blade to Gaara's neck, rubbing the blunt side against the little boy's cheek. He gently flipped it over, and ran the blade down his collarbone, drawing a thin red line against his pallid skin.

"Ahh... Daddy, that hurts! Stop! Please!" He screwed his eyes shut, refusing to open them.

"Look at me you damn br--"

Gaara heard the knife clatter to the floor, as a warm substance spattered across his face. He flinched, but his eyes remained closed. He feared that if he opened them, the last thing he would see were his father's eyes, and that was the last thing he wanted to see.

"Hey." Gaara flinched as a hand rested onto his shoulder. "You're alright. He's gone now."

Gaara opened his eyes to find him staring back at dark blue orbs. He was still scared, but the kindness, and honesty that showed through reminded him of his mother.

'Mommy.' Gaara glanced over at the bloodied figure. His eyes glazed over. 'Blood. There is so much blood.' He tried to walk over to his mother's lifeless body. "Mommy. Wake up. I'm sorry Daddy hurt you, but he's gone now. So get up." He shook her at the shoulder. "Mommy. Please."

"I'm so sorry. I just didn't make it in time."

Gaara glanced up at the figure before him. It was a young girl. She had blond hair pulled up into random ponytails, and a short black dress with fishnet stockings, and a shirt. He didn't understand. Sadness and confusion was written all over his face. He just knelt down beside his mom, laying his head on her bloodied chest.

The young girl let out a small sigh. "Well, you don't have any more family. So how about you come with me?"

He looked up into those same blue eyes. 'Mommy.' He looked back down at the corpse. He just nodded and got up. The blond girl knelt down in front of him and took out a small rag to wipe the blood off his face, and stopped the bleeding wound on his shoulder. "By the way. My name is Temari. What's yours?"

He looked up at her. "G-g-Gaara."

"Well Gaara, I'm sorry about this." She gestured around the room. "How 'bout it? Do you want to stay with me?"

He nodded his reply. Temari picked him up, and carried him out into the night. The last things Gaara saw were his mom and dad, both lying in pools of their own blood, his blood.

"No Temari. We can't keep him! That was not your assignment. I told you to kill Kazekage, not bring home his son!"

"Well, I got there too late. His mother was already dead, and his father was about to make quick work of him too. What did you want me to do? Leave him in a house alone with his dead parents? He's fucking eight! Like hell I was going to do that!"

Gaara flinched from all the yelling. He never liked yelling. He was always sort of nervous when it came to loud noises. "Hey. Don't worry about them." Gaara glanced up to find an older boy sitting next to him. "Temari always wins. It just takes a minute sometimes." This boy was odd enough in Gaara's opinion. He wore all black, and had his face decorated in a bunch of purple make up. "By the way, my name is Kankurou. What's yours?

"Gaara." He thought for a moment. "C-c-can I touch that?"

"Huh? What? Oh the paint? I wear it so much I forget sometimes. Sure."

Gaara brought his hand up to Kankurou's face, and smiled as he felt the sticky substance smear under his touch. Temari burst into the waiting room a few seconds later. "Good news! I talked Yashamaru into letting Gaara stay."

Gaara was still too engrossed in Kankurou's face paint to care.

"Alright. Now Gaara, you will have to come with me." Gaara looked up at the effeminate man. "If you are going to stay with us, there is a few things we need to do to get you ready." Gaara nodded hesitantly, before taking his hand.

Temari stood above his bed. "Awww. He looks so cute sleeping. I swear he can't be much older then six." Temari smiled at the redhead, brushing a few stray hairs out of his face unsuccessfully. "I'm sorry, Gaara. If I had made it in time, you would still have your--"

"Temari! Don't waste the five hours I just spent on him. His mind has been erased; all he is going to remember are us. Don't ruin it!"

"Yes, Yashamaru." Temari sulked as she walked out of the room.

"Hey! How long is he going to sleep?" Kankurou sat there facing the bed; the designs on his face were all but non-existent now.

"I don't know Kankurou. He will wake up when he wakes up."

'I hope he knows what he has gotten himself into now. His life will never be the same.' Kankurou got up, and patted the younger boy on the head before walking out of the room.

DK's Notes: Yeah well I was going to wait until after DWG was done, but I promised JK that this would be her Christmas present. So in stating that I expect a review from you. Mmhmm that I do! I love you all!

Junsui Kegasu's BETA Notes: …I want to rape Gaara. He is too damned cute for his own good. Definitely a keeper, my darling friend. MERRY CHRISTMAS, KANKYGAA FANS!