The excitement of spring break left the popular A.N.Z apartment empty for the rush to the Water country. At least for all of three rooms on the fifth floor, one was filled with screams while the other tears. Gaara of the Sand sat on the couch in an attempt to drink some tea and finally relax. His two siblings, Temari and Kankuro made this task extremly difficult.
"My God you are an idiot! We have to go get more clothes, we have to go shopping! Plus, you could use some different make-up now couldn't you. Maybe alil bit of green, instead of purple, to bring out those eyes." Temari teased at a fuming Kankuro. "I've told you countless of times, its war paint, not make-up! And we all know that if we waste our time shopping for more make-up you'll still like horrid. Still like a hooker." Kankuro finished grinning. Despite the death cloud forming over him, he continued, "Why waste your money of powders and potions that don't hide your nasty zits. Let's just go buy some Konoha war puppets!" The cloud of death had erupted into a full storm when he put in his last words.
Sighing, Gaara stood up and started to walk away right when a lamp was thrown into the wall. Right above where he was just sitting. Opening the door to his room, he sat his gourd down and looked around. As clean as it was the bright colors did nothing to sooth his head-ache. Leaning against the wall he slowly slid down to the floor until he was sitting with his knees to his chest. Exhausted from the mission with no relief from his siblings, Gaara held his head in his hands until his head stopped throbbing. When it did, sobs from the other side of the wall crept through to him. Perking his head up, he wondered 'what the… Why would somebody be crying? I shouldn't get involved… A monster like me would only make things worse.' Gaara stood up and walked to the other side of the room. Again he sat against the wall and again attempted to relax. Closing his eyes, muffled cries slithered into his ears. Bolting his head up, his eyes wide open, he covered his ears with his hands. 'Why are there so many people crying?! I'm not going to get involved but I have the right to know who is interrupting my time! Who!?" he screamed to himself. BR Gaara used a jutsu that allowed his sand to travel through the cracks of the hotel's wall and into the other people's bedrooms. The sand slowly shifted into a small eye in each room which allowed Gaara to spy with out the troubles of being caught.
The sights that he was witnessing stole his ability to think.