That day became the start of something. Something I never thought I would want but nonetheless something to treasure. I would not forget.

It was early afternoon, and even for Suna, the weather was unseasonably warm. The sun baked down, illuminating the autumn leaves in hues of ruby and gold, and breaking through my window.

I put down my journal, slipping it in the trunk under my bed. Lucky, because at that point my brother walked into my room. Kankuro looked kind of excited. It wasn't an expression I'd seen on his face in a while. He always looked so tired. Even that face paint he insisted on wearing couldn't hide the bags under his eyes.

He came to sit on the end of my bed, something he never does. After all, what self-respecting sixteen year old boy willingly enters his sister's room?

' I'm glad you sorted your hair out,' he smirked, gesturing to my admittedly crazy hair, 'Come downstairs, Temari, meet the neighbours'.

Kankuro stood up then, walking out of my room and down the stairs.

'Neighbours?' I whispered to myself, before I remembered that across the street we were expecting new neighbours. That creepy Kabuto guy had moved away. Mind you, living across the street from the Sabaku kids, I couldn't say I blamed him for wanting to leave.

I sighed, slipping on a pair of white sneakers before I followed my brother outside. My youngest brother Gaara was there too, chatting to a redhead who bore an uncanny resemblance to him. It was kind of weird. Not the fact that Gaara and the other guy looked like twins, but that Gaara was chatting. He never chats. Ever.

Kankuro was talking to a man with bright orange hair. I couldn't help but notice the numerous piercing on his face as I walked over. It seemed we weren't going to be the only ones getting funny looks any more.

The man smiled, taking my hand and shaking it gently. He smelled of cigarettes and I guessed that dressed as he was, in a pair of black jeans, red shirt and black blazer, in this weather, he must have been on fire.

'I'm Pain' he grinned, before gesturing to the redhead 'And that guy is Sasori. We'll be your new neighbours.'

I smiled weakly in reply. 'I'm Temari'. It really was boiling. I brushed my sandy hair away from my eyes, wiping my forehead with the back of my hand. 'So is it just you and Sasori-san moving in?'

Pain shook his head. 'No, I'm afraid there will be a few more, Temari-san. To be honest, I'm not really sure of the numbers myself, but I will let you know as soon as possible. After all, I expect many of us will be your new school chums.'

Chums? Who was this guy?

'Oh right,' I laughed, but my voice sounded nervous. I wasn't sure why. 'Well, Pain-san, it was really nice to meet you but I have some homework to do'.

I waved to the neighbours and my brothers, heading back into the house. I hadn't been lying, I really did have homework to do. Just what I wanted: algebra.

I pulled my math book with me as I lay face down on my bed, kicking off my sneakers. It wasn't that I struggled with math, but really, who enjoyed it?

It didn't take long to finish my algebra, and I headed downstairs to grab some soda. It only seemed to have got hotter; I could feel the sweat plastering my hair to my face.

'I'm on fire, Kankuro,' I groaned, throwing a can of soda to my brother. It seemed he'd left his new 'chums' outside.

He nodded, roughly running a hand through his own spiky hair.

'Go sit in the yard, it's cooler out there'. He sighed, smirking. 'I'm just too lazy to go out there. I think I'll take a cat nap. You know where I am if you need me'. He laughed quietly. 'Oh and Temari? Please don't need me'.

'Sure thing', I grinned, making my way into the yard. I gripped my soda tightly as I weaved through the trash my brothers had left on the grass, finally getting to a clear space out of the direct sun. As I lay down, looking at the clouds I could feel my eyes closing.

Of course, when you live with two teenage brothers, you never get a moments peace, and no sooner had I drifted into a nap, Kankuro was running towards me.

'Temari, Temari!' he grinned 'Come and look!'

I sighed as I stood up. What had happened to the lazy, lethargic brother I knew and loved?

'Look at what?' I groaned.

He didn't answer straight away, merely dragged me down the yard, back towards the house. He practically skipped (yes, truly terrifying) across the street to Pain's house.

'Look at that'.

Kankuro pointed to a scarlet hotrod parked outside the house. Sure, I guessed it was a pretty nice car, the paintwork was flawless and the chrome polished to a mirror-like shine, but I clearly didn't share the same enthusiasm as my brother.

'Yeah, it's great, Kankuro' I sighed again, 'But we shouldn't really be here, wasting time whilst the guys are trying to move in. I'm sure Pain-san doesn't want us messing up his car'.

'It's not Pain's freaking car,' came a voice, 'It's mine'.

I looked up to see who had spoken. The guy seemed a few years older than me, nineteen or so, I guessed. His skin was pale, almost translucent and his eyes were bright magenta. His hair was silver, slicked back in a way I realised only guys like him could pull off. He was wearing black jeans and a white wife beater vest that showed off his muscular arms and chest.

I blushed. 'Oh, sorry'.

The man smirked. 'No problem, baby. My name's Hidan'.

I frowned. Baby? Oh, really? 'I'm Temari, and this is my brother, Kankuro'. how dare he call me baby? I was not his baby.

'Well, Kankuro, I guess we should go home. Don't want to keep Hidan-san here waiting. I'm sure he wants to get back to his car'.

I walked back with Kankuro, who seemed more than a little annoyed that I'd made him leave the car (which wasn't even his), but I knew I could win him over with food.

'I know you like the car, Kankuro,' I sighed as we ate some cinnamon rolls. 'But it would be rude to keep Hidan-san's time. I'll bet he'll show you it again some other time'.

'After all, it is just a car' Gaara snickered, eating his own cinnamon roll. 'Maybe if you're a really good little boy, he'll let you ride in it'.

I laughed. Brothers. You could count on them to make you laugh. And yet, I couldn't help but feel annoyed. That Hidan was chauvinistic, arrogant and I didn't appreciate the way he showed off that car. Or his muscles.

I left Gaara and Kankuro downstairs, going up to take a shower. Once I was showered and changed into my pyjamas, I sat on my window seat, picking up my journal and I began to write.

I'm not going to repeat what I wrote. This isn't because I've got secrets in my journal; I can't really think what you'd want with my secrets, it's because my life is pretty boring and I don't think it would interest you. Then again, you're reading this.

Then, I heard an engine roar. I slid my journal under my bed, sighing. It was that car. That stupid car.

I casually glanced out of the window, and sure enough, there was the car, all chrome and paintwork. And then there was Hidan.

It seemed he'd thrown a black shirt over his wife beater, but my eyes picked out something shiny on his chest. I realised it was a pendant, a silver pendant, but from where I sat I couldn't make out what was on it. Then I wondered why I was looking.

I was about to turn around, really I was, but then Hidan looked up. Maybe he hadn't seen me, I hoped, but it became obvious he had. At that moment, Hidan waved. And I could've sworn I saw him wink, as he picked up his pendant and kissed it.

I did turn around then. I got up off the window seat and padded downstairs for some water.

'You okay sis?' Kankuro called from the living room.

'Yup, just grabbing some water,' I replied. 'Night'.

'Night' my brothers said in unison as I returned to my room, tumbler in hand.

This time, when I got to my room, I sat on my bed, because I really didn't want to see Hidan.

More to the point, I didn't want him to see me.