This will be an ongoing crackish fic told from Gaara's point of view. I haven't decided on an ending yet though... -sweatdrop-
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. If I did, do you really think I'd be here?
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Why he had agreed to be dragged off on this stupid trip, Gaara would never know. He and his teammates, also his siblings, had been invited on a week long trip to a ski resort high in the mountains. In the cold, unforgiving, frozen mountains… Not exactly his ideal vacation spot.
But he had been dragged there nonetheless, Temari nagging and complaining until he was too annoyed to deny her anymore.
And so now he found himself staring out of a frosted over window, shivering and feeling pissed off. The cold didn't help his already grumpy personality, and neither did the fact that most of the Konoha-nin were also on the trip. The last thing he wanted was the cold doubled with a bunch of annoying rookies. He would never get a moment's peace with Naruto nagging him every second of every hour of every day.
He was bundled up in a million layers of clothing and blankets, something unheard of for someone who came from the desert. For some reason, his siblings seemed perfectly at ease with only a ski jacket and pants. Unbelievable.
Gaara shared a cabin with Kankurou and Temari, while the rest of the Konoha-nin shared cabins with their respective teams. To his utter dismay, Naruto's cabin was located on his right, with Lee's cabin to his left.
Naruto was one matter, but there was also Sasuke… The sand-nin still held a certain dislike for him, and things would most likely not go well if they were to meet again. Heaven forbid they have another Chuunin Exam event… Gaara cringed at the thought.
Temari's voice recalled him from is thoughts.
"Gaara, we're going over to the Hall to have a get together party. You're coming." she stated matter-of-factly.
Gaara only glared at her. The Hall was a large building about the size of three cabins located to the south of the cabins, a short walk downhill, where the vacationers gathered to eat and chat.
"But that would require me actually getting up and going outside." he responded, his voice as cold as the wind blowing outside of the cabin.
Temari was not put off. She folded her arms and stared down at her brother menacingly, something she rarely did, and narrowed her eyes.
"Gaara…" she said slowly. "I made you go through all of the trouble of coming here with us. You might as well have some fun while you're here. So won't you come?" This was clearly not a question, but a demand, and a serious one at that. One that if not carried out, punishment would follow.
Trying not to look as though he were giving in, but failing miserably, Gaara stood up, grumbling. "It's too cold…" was all he could manage to come up with for an argument, and Temari ignored it. Instead, she tossed him a black ski jacket and some boots.
"Get those on and we'll get going. Kankurou's already down there, so hurry up." she commanded him, and Gaara could only sigh in defeat.
It wouldn't be long before all of the trouble would begin.