The youngest sand sibling slammed the ball back over the net with his racquet and watched, coldly, as his brother tried, and failed to catch it. Again. Kankuro had not practised.
"15 - hatred born of pain," he said, boredly. His brother raised his head, ball in hand.
"What?"
Gaara looked back at him.
"In tennis, points are counted 15 per time," he said. "Fool. I thought you knew that."
Kankuro ignored him. "No, the hatred thing."
Gaara looked at him. Kankuro cocked an eyebrow.
"The word's love, isn't it?" he asked. "You know; if you haven't got any points."
Gaara glared and spat. "Love," he said, "is a stupid, sentimental thing."