Don't own naruto.

Haiku!

-The young woman yawned walking down the hallway towards the kitchen where she knew the steaming caffeine she desired was waiting. As the girl shuffled down the hall she slowed her pace as she noticed the light blaring from a certain room, something she was all to familiar with.

Now it wasn't the fact that her youngest brother was awake at this time of morning that surprised her, he rarely rarely slept…and thank god for that, and it wasn't so much the fact that he was speaking to himself either, that happened a lot too. No, what puzzled the blonde haired nin was the scattered papers and various books strewn across the floor, as the red haired demon sat legs crossed and head lowered in the middle of the mess, writing feverishly in a notebook, until he noticed she wasn't moving from his door.

Looking up to his big sister the boy blinked once, then twice. As her brown eyes took in the state of her brothers usually meticulously clean room, her eyes narrowed in confusion , while his green orbs remained fixed on hers .

"Yes?"

"Uh…" Temari questioned slowly, then shook her head and continued down the hall.

Gaara had been making an effort to be somewhat cordial to her and Kankurou since the Konoha incident one month ago…but she and Kankurou still watched their step around him. His behavior was still quite unpredictable, and you just never knew what mood you might catch the young man in.

Pouring her coffee into a pale lavender cup, the girl took the first sip then sighed deeply. Ah the morning didn't start until Temari had her coffee. She stood momentarily in the kitchen contemplating her day.

Soon she'd be headed to Konoha, along with her brothers, to deliver an official apology and offer suna's help in reconstruction. Truthfully she was a little ashamed to admit she didn't realize that her own father…hadn't actually been her father for the last month they'd spent together, but hell they hadn't been that close ever, so hey.

Indulging in another sip of pure black coffee, Temari readied herself to head to the bathroom and tackle the blonde tangled mess that was currently her hair. Shuffling back down the hall she noticed the light in the bathroom was on meaning Kankurou was awake. Damn. As long as it took that boy to apply all his makeup, it'd be a good hour and a half before she could get in there and attend to her own needs. Sure she could have used one of the other bathrooms in the house, but everyone knew the main floor bathroom had the best lightening and the most space.

The young sand nin was just about to bang her hand on the door and tell the boy to get out when her ears perked up at her youngest brothers mumblings.

"No! What the hell is that…No….I'm not writing that its stupid…I'm not saying that either! Just let me do this by myself!"

Turning, Temari made her way back into Gaara's doorway still sipping her coffee. He however was so wrapped up in conversation with his…inner demon…he didn't notice her presence…or if he did he certainly didn't acknowledge it.

"I know I asked for your help, but now I see how useless you are, so leave me alone. I'll do it myself-"

"Blood all over you, Shining brightly in the-"

SMACK. Gaara quickly slammed the notebook he'd been writing in shut as his sister gazed over his shoulder.

"YES!" He questioned louder than he had early. "Can I help you!"

"Gaara…what are you…writing?"

"None of your business!" The younger of the two snapped, trying to gather the scattered and crumpled up papers about him, but not before Temari reached down grabbing a few. Setting her cup down on his desk she unfolded one and read half out loud, half to herself,

"Your Beautiful skin, Smeared with the crimson of-"

SNATCH

"Get out."

"What are you writing?" The girl glanced down at some of the books on the floor. 'The romantic art of Haiku?' 'How to woo a loved one' … "Are you," Temari had to stop to make sure she wasn't dreaming or that Kankurou had laced her coffee with crack or LSD…again, "Are you writing a love poem?"

"No."

"Then what?"

"Go brush your teeth. Your breath smells."

"You are! Wow. Gaara is writing a love letter. Has…has hell frozen over? Who are you-"

"I'm not writing a…love anything."

The two starred at each other. As Temari slowly picked up her cup and took another slow but long sip, her eyes never leaving her brothers.

"Okay…" the girl shrugged before heading past him towards the door much to his relief. However, her eyes caught sight of another piece of paper on the floor. Gaara, following the path of her eyes, realized she was moving to pick it up and sped down to quickly grasp it, only to end up in a tug a war match for the stationary paper that resulted in it ripping in two. Unfortunately for him Temari had the half with his scratchy writing on it.

"Hyuga Hinata, You are the only one I, Would not like to kill. -With strong adoration Gaara"

Sand quickly surrounded the paper in her hand crumpling it . Temari however , was not in the least bit scared as it surround her next and threw her from his room and into the hallway his door slamming sharply after her.

Slowly she broke into a quiet giggle followed by a loud laugh that cause a highly annoyed Kankurou to emerge from the bathroom with a large purple streak across his face.

"Why the hell are you two making so much noise. Its 5 in the morning!"

"HAHAHAHA! Oh my!" the girl struggled to catch her breath while Kankurou could only observe in silence, his hands resting firmly on his hips waiting for an excuse. As the blonde finally calmed herself she stared at her slightly more stable brother standing before her in nothing but his boxers with his face half made up and began to laugh all over again. No, not at all at his funny appearance, but rather at Gaara's attempt to be romantic.

"TEMARI? WHAT !" Usually Kankurou ignored her when she got into her rather rare but highly annoying giggle fits, especially since usually they came at his expense, but if she was laughing at Gaara he really wanted, no he needed to know why.

"Oh…" the girl murmured between giggles. "Gaara's in-" suddenly the door across from the two was ripped off its hinges as her baby brother starred at her ready to throw the wooden door at her.

For the second time that morning green eyes peered angrily into brown ones full of mirth. As her mouth opened his sand flared as he raised the door higher over her head. She wouldn't dare. However Temari only smirked before spelling out.

"L. O. V. E."

Kankurou took a moment to think. He didn't remember mixing anything with Temari's coffee recently, but as the door shattered in the air, and wood splinters flew throughout the hallway mixing with sand and Temari's laughter he couldn't help but notice the embarrassed blush all across his brothers face.

"What the hell…?"

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What the hell indeed. Lately I'm into this group, Tally Hall and they have this really great song called Haiku about trying to write a haiku for a significant other but you just cant get it right, so I thought hmm this seems like something Naruto would do so I was going to write a fic about Naruto trying to write Hinata a haiku and asking people for advice but then I thought. Wow could you imagine Gaara writing a Haiku, or a love letter or poem of any kind? Jesus. So yea that's how this little fic was born.

I think it will have either one or two more chapters but that will be it. One in which Temari and Kankurou try to help him write a poem, and another in which Hinata actually receives it. I really shouldn't start anymore long fics cause I have several in the works that I should really focus on and plus its back to the college life in two weeks so updating will be a lot harder. But this fic I'll finish quick.

Review though and let me know if its even worth it.

Hope you enjoyed it!

-Serena-Chan