Heat

Hello…I'm writing a very odd story now. I decided to take a break from Yu Yu Hakusho for a while. Don't worry…I'm still finishing that story. Well, read and enjoy. Please review…and tell me what you think.

Alone on the roof of his home one night, Gaara was burning up. He felt hotter than the desert itself. He didn't know what was happening to him! All of a sudden, since his sixteenth birthday, he started feeling strange…

Naturally, he went to Temari for advice. She was in the kitchen, preparing dinner. His older sister felt his forehead and took her hand away in slight surprise. Gaara took in her expression. He didn't like that look.

"What is it?" He asked, trying not to sound too frightful. Temari sighed, shaking her head at her little brother's overreaction.

"I thought you said you don't get sick, Gaara." She sat down at the table with him. The Kazekage snorted.

"I don't! I'm not sick, Temari. This is serious. Is the same thing happening to Kunkuro?" He questioned. Kunkuro walked in with a cookie in one hand and a glass of milk in the other.

"Hm? You talking about me?" he asked, chewing noisily. Gaara looked at his brother. He didn't look hot at all. In fact, he looked a little nippy. He was fully clothed, unlike Gaara; who didn't have a shirt on. "Hey, it's the middle of the night, Gaara. Geez…put a shirt on!" The puppeteer laughed a little as his younger brother tinged pink.

"That isn't funny, you fool! Something's wrong with me. I'm hot." Gaara stated honestly. Kunkuro wiggled his fingers at him in a magical fashion, teasing him for joy.

"Ooh…maybe you're horny or something, Gaara." He replied seriously. Gaara blushed crossly and stood up. Ever since he turned sixteen Kunkuro treated him…differently. Even the young women of the village whispered about him as he walked through the streets. The same people who had once hated him…were whispering about how cute and handsome he looked. The thought of it disgusted him.

"You're a ridiculous pervert, Kunkuro. I'm going away to Kohona." He appointed the last part to Temari. She nodded before shouting at her other brother for being an idiot.

Naruto was blushing from how hot his body was and silently cursed the nine-tailed fox. Yes, Naruto was going through what all demons go through. Mating season. He was so scorching that he had removed all clothes from his body except his boxers. And…the urges! The urges to do perverted things to women were almost uncontainable. He had to remain isolated away from everyone and he hated it! Even getting up in the morning was hard because he felt so fragile. He had to restrain himself for at least ten days. He'd just wait it out. Yeah…like he did last year. Just wait it out…

-Knock, knock-

'Someone at the door? At this hour?'

Forgetting his internal conflict, Naruto got up and answered the door; surprised to find none other than Gaara of the Sand wheezing there before him. The Kazekage's face was crimson and his shirt was barely on. He stepped in and sat down at the table.

"C'mon in, Gaara." The fox said sarcastically, before closing the door. He sat down across from his friend. "So, what's up? Let me guess, you're in heat too? Man, its brutal isn't it?" Gaara looked up in astonishment.

"Heat? What are you talking about, Naruto?" He asked, as tranquil as ever; despite his flushed face. Naruto smacked his forehead with a loud sigh.

"Man, Gaara…you're supposed to know this stuff. Anyway, heat is what happens to people like us when it's mating season for demons." He explained a matter-of-factly. Gaara couldn't help but think back to what Kunkuro had said earlier. "Basically, you get a weird feeling in your stomach around women and you have some kind of reaction in your pants when one touches or gets close to you. Oh, and you feel really perverted! I'm telling you…it's a nightmare." Naruto continued. Gaara suddenly felt weak. He moaned and lied his head on the table, fainting. Naruto's soothing voice echoed around him. "WTF?!! Gaara!"…never mind.