Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Naruto. But I expect you already knew this.

Warnings/Summary: GaaKanku. Yaoi/Shonen Ai warning. Sandcest. Somewhat OOC. Kankurou catches Gaara getting into Temari's precious cookies. Luckily, he was in the kitchen to do the same.

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The sand ninja yawned silently as he ran his fingers through his thick messy brown hair, slowly letting his feet guide him to the kitchen. He stopped in the archway between the main room and his destination and stretched then stopped as he heard movement ahead of him.

Before him, in his own kitchen, had to be one of the most unexpected sights Kankurou could have seen. Gaara was kneeling on the counter beside the sink, busily searching through a cupboard. With a grunt of determination he closed the cupboard and scooted over, opening another. He started to furiously search this one as well.

Kankurou blinked slowly, his sleepy mind taking a moment to clue in. What was Gaara looking for? The older boy watched the red haired ninja curiously. With a sound of disappointment Gaara moved on to the cupboard above the last, raising himself up on his knees so he could reach. He searched it for several moments then paused. Kankurou almost choked at the sound Gaara made as he pulled the object he had been searching for out of from the back of the cupboard. Gaara giggled.

The watching ninja barely stopped himself from laughing when he realized what his murderous little brother had found.

Gaara had pulled out Temari's precious cookie jar.
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Gaara smiled proudly as he silently slid off the counter and landed softly on the floor, carrying the cookie jar with both hands out in front of him similar to how a small child might. He set the jar down on the table and carefully lifted off the lid, peeking inside cautiously.

Kankurou smiled. Temari had baked those cookies earlier that night, and she had stated very clearly that no one was to touch them until after dinner tomorrow. Of course, tomorrow was almost considered a holiday. Sure, Temari had made up the monthly event, but she said she liked having a reason too cook a nice meal. Gaara and Kankurou were more than willing to agree. She had obviously intended to hide them from him, the slyer middle child. Never expecting her vicious baby brother to look for them, let alone find them.

Returning his gaze to his little brother, he realized Gaara had already started to devour Temari's prized cooking. Kankurou just smirked and shook his head with silent laughter. "Bus-ted!" Kankurou purred in a sing-song voice. Gaara froze with his fourth double fudge cookie half way to his mouth, slowly turning his black-rimmed orbs of palest green ice towards the sound.

"You do know this means you have to share, right?"

Gaara stared at the older boy as if he was crazy. A few moments of stiff silence passed before the surprise of being caught wore off, Gaara shoving the cookie in his mouth defiantly. It was almost unbearably cute.

"Good job finding them, by the way. I was just coming out here to look for them myself."

Gaara nodded slightly in agreement, holding out a cookie for Kankurou to take. One thing Kankurou loved about his sister was that she knew her siblings well, and when she baked, she baked everything in bulk. The older boy took the offered treat and grinned, moving to stand next to the smaller boy. "You know, you aren't supposed to stay at the scene of the crime…"

Gaara made a small sound, presumably agreeing, and grabbed a large bowl off the counter. He brought it over and dumped the cookies into it.

"Good move."

Gaara stayed silent as he took the jar back to the counter, putting it down momentarily so he could climb up. He put the jar in ther very back of the cluttered cupboard and turned to jump down; got halfway through the motion, then realised it was a bad idea and tried to stop. He lost his balance and slipped, falling off the counter with a loud squeak.

"You need to start being more careful." Kankurou told the startled boy as he caught him.

Gaara scowled coldly. "Put me down."

Kankurou complied, gently setting the boy back on his feet. The younger boy turned to scowl again but stopped, staring up at his brother. It took a moment for Kankurou to realise why the boy was staring at him like that. He had all his face paint washed off. He felt himself go red and he turned away shyly. They were standing directly in front of the window over the sink, the moonlight washing over them. "I'm ugly, I know…" He said softly, keeping his eyes focussed on nothing in particular off to his side.

"No you're not." Gaara said without hesitation, still watching the other boy.

"Yeah, I am. Trust me, I'd know."

Gaara furrowed his brows. "I don't think so. Your eyes stand out a lot more when you take it all off. I like it."

The red haired boy blushed slightly and ended the conversation there, turning quickly and going back to the table. Gaara… Liked it? Why had his brother noticed his eyes standing out, and overlooked how much Kankurou looked like their father?

"Your room or mine?" Gaara asked from the table, changing the subject and using his usual freaky monotone. He kept his back turned as he spoke.

"Uh, mine. It's farther from Temari-chan's. Safer there."

They took the stairs two at a time, slipping into Kankurou's room as silently as possible and closing the door quickly.