See? They're slowly getting longer... Slowly...This is the last chapter that I revised and put back up. Hopefully the next chapter will follow soon. But that one I have to write from scratch now. Yay! I gave their family a last name. I thought they needed one. Try putting together the father's name and their last name. It gives a bit of foreshadowing. Just not to that extreme. Please Read && Review! I'd deffinately appreciate it. Thanks!

†Havoc

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Chapter 3: Moving

Nine Years Later

"Pack your bags, Kankuro, Temari." The two had just walked in the door and already, orders were being given to them.

"Aww, and we lasted so long this time…" Kankuro muttered as he slid out of his worn jacket.

By looking at Temari's face you could tell she wanted to scream, but she quickly regained composure and queried, "Why?"

"Well… Be—," their mother, Yasha, began to speak but was soon cut off.

"Because…" Gaara began, force and venom clear in his voice, "Because they don't want me here anymore. They don't want a monster running loose in their quaint little town." Gaara, seeming to have appeared out of nowhere, leaned against the door frame to the kitchen. He muttered something else, more to himself than anyone else, but select obscene phrases could be picked out from it. The hood of his black zip-up sweatshirt shadowed the parts of his face his hair didn't cover, so no expression was visible.

Gaara disappeared just as quickly as he had come, exiting up the stairs and to his bedroom to pack the few things he had into some boxes graciously thrown in at him by his father, Boku.

Everyone in the room was speechless for a moment. Then, Kankuro sighed and, taking the stairs two at a time, climbed up to his own bedroom.

"Where's father?" Temari questioned. Obviously hoping he was doing something useful, like getting packing materials. She knew it wasn't likely, but she always liked to be optimistic about these things.

"Out," was the only reply she received from Yasha. Temari nodded her head and followed the actions of her brothers' to go pack. She didn't need any explanation to go with that answer.

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The Satsu household was in disarray with packing peanuts and bubble wrap spewed everywhere around the house. Since it was summer, moving wasn't a big concern to anyone in the family, it was the same thing that happened last time. Some non-explained mishap happened with Gaara, and the whole family had to pack up and leave. Except this time, Temari and Kankuro were almost a little frightened.

The two sat in Kankuro's room, exhausted from packing for the last few days. Kankuro lay on the floor with his hands behind his head, a bored expression on his face. Temari, who was leaning against the wall next to the window, sported the same expression. Both were trying to conceal the fright they both felt.

Kankuro let out a sigh, and propped himself up. "It's probably better not to ask." Earlier, they had been trying to think of things that could have happened, but all answers left them shuddering.

Temari nodded, knowing her brother was right. "Well," she chuckled, 'gotta go pack for that 'new adventure,' or whatever mum called it." Kankuro gave her a small, quick smile and rolled his eyes, and went back to his own packing. Loud music started blasting from down the hall. It was a little too loud for even Kankuro's taste. The music didn't sound like what Temari listened to which meant it had to be Gaara. Normally Kankuro didn't confront Gaara, but he'd been getting on Kankuro's nerves lately. Kankuro was fed up with Gaara and the way he could do anything he wanted because of the fact people were afraid of him. Kankuro stuck his head out of his door to make sure in fact the music was coming from Gaara's room, and it was. Just as Kankuro reached Gaara's bedroom door, it slammed shut in his face, the lock softly clicking into place. Uttering a few obscenities, Kankuro kicked at Gaara's door.

"It's everything okay up there?" Kankuro heard his mother ask from the kitchen below.

"Yes," Kankuro replied shortly. He stormed back off to his own bedroom and began stuffing things into boxes angrily.

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Later that evening, just before dinner, the front door of the house crashed open and in stumbled an unshaven man.

"Boku? Is that you, Boku?" Yasha asked meekly, peeking around from in the kitchen.

Boku grumbled and shoved past Yasha, plopping down at the table. "Were za kis at?" He asked, slurring his words together.

Yasha tried not to let her voice falter as she said, "U- Upstairs," and then quickly turned back to her cooking.

"Well, I wunna talk about where wur movin' ta, but ah s'pose ul just leave that ta you."

There were a few moments of silence as Yasha set food on the table. When all was ready, she called, "Dinner!" up the stairs to her three children. Respectively, Boku and Yasha each sat at the heads of the table, with Kankuro and Gaara each on a side of their father, and Temari next to Kankuro. Except, Gaara was nowhere to be seen. Temari and Kankuro looked around nervously hoping their brother would be down in any moment. Gaara's music was still playing upstairs, so maybe he just hadn't hear his mother call him to the table. Temari shifted awkwardly in her chair and started to stand up saying "I'll go—,"

"No!" Boku cut her off. "Ul deal with this muhself." His chair squeaked across the wood flooring as he pushed him self away from the table and made his way up the stairs. Floorboards could be heard squeaking as Boku thudded his way down the hall way and blasted himself through Gaara's bedroom door. Muffled mumbling could be heard followed by a small grunt, and a loud thud. Yasha, Kankuro, and Temari could only guess what had happened.

Boku stumbled back down the stairs and joined the rest of the family that sat, pushing their food around their plate.

"Father?..." Kankuro questioned.

"Yur brother wunt be joinin us fer dinner," Boku said flatly, trying to keep the grin from his face. He then proceeded to stuff the food on his plate into his mouth without another word.

When they next saw Gaara, he sported a nice gash across his right cheek. Kankuro's and Temari's suspicions had been correct. They could never be sure who was worse, their father, or their brother. Kankuro didn't feel as sympathetic towards Gaara as Temari did, though. He figured if Gaara would just be respectful and not have such an attitude, he wouldn't get in so much trouble. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened. It wasn't nearly as bad as some of the other times either. The family had started becoming numb to it.

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Everyone was helping to shove boxes into the moving trucks, even Boku and Gaara. When questioned by Kankuro as to why he was doing anything to help their family, Gaara replied, "Because the sooner our "family" is away from the godforsaken place, the better." Kankuro shook his head and treaded back inside to get another box or two.

While Temari helped her mother lift a few of the heavier boxes, she turned the thought of their new home over in her head. "Konoha," she thought. Her mother had told Kankuro and her it was full of life, trees, flowers, everything. Nothing like their home now, that was always dismal and grey with the snow and chill. It all sounded too good to Temari. She never was particular to the dank coldness of their current home. "I'm almost excited to be getting out of this place," Temari thought, smiling a little to herself.

Yasha caught the smile and couldn't help but do so herself. It was nice to see her daughter happy once in a while. They heaved a box up into the truck and then, Yasha stepped over to her daughter and pulled her into a gentle hug. For a moment, Temari was startled, but she couldn't help but to lean into her mother's warmth and hug back.

Kankuro almost dropped what he was carrying in surprise from the sight. Gaara on the other hand sulked right up to them and roughly shoved a box into the truck. Kankuro scowled at his brother, but nothing more. It was always a wee bit dangerous to talk to Gaara. And since the dinner time incident, Gaara had hardly spoken a word at all. And when he did, it for sure was nothing pleasant.

Yasha and Temari then quickly separated and walked away like not the slightest bit of affection had been shown. Every so often as they would pass each going in and out of the house, they would give the slightest of smiles but nothing else.

The next day was moving day. Everyone made sure the house was empty then piled into the car as the movers pulled away in the trucks. Temari, Kankuro and Gaara all piled into the back of the old car, half sitting on top of each other. Since he was the smallest, Gaara sat sulking in the middle, hands in sweatshirt pockets and hood shadowing face. Kankuro looked extremely bored and aggravated, and Temari just stared out the window at what they were leaving behind.

The front car doors slammed as Boku and Yasha got in. Boku turned on the engine, and slowly pulled away from the curb. As the drove down the slick, asphalt street, Temari gazed out the back window at the house that held few fond memories. When it was out of view, she turned back forward sighing and sat straight-backed in her seat. She dropped her head and looked down at her feet.

"I hope you're ready for us, Konoha," she whispered.