Like Changing Time

Summery: Temari, successful young woman who graduated from college early and is now a science teacher, but she has on little problem. Her little brother, Gaara is the biggest pain in the butt, and is now forced to live with her. Can she change his ways? Some tell her it's like changing time.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and never will.

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Chapter 4: Out of the Apartment

Gaara woke up and stood up from the couch he's been sleeping on for the past two nights. He found a note, a key to the apartment, and some money on the coffee table.

He read the note out loud. "Gaara, here's some money for you to get out of the apartment for a while. Come back when you run out. Temari. P.S. I had that key made so you can get in on your own." He counted the money that came with the note. "Hm, two hundred dollars. Can't replace my cheap as hell amp and can't get any strings or Temari would kill me." He looked at her door that was shut. He put the money in his wallet. "She must be sleeping. I can't cook any eggs because she's a light sleeper and the sound would wake her. I'll just eat out this morning." He grabbed his apartment key and walked out the door with his wallet in his back pocket.

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He ate a breakfast of eggs and pancakes at a local diner, paid for his food and tipped the cute waitress, and was back out onto the road. A thought hit him. He opened his wallet and looked for something. 'She took my fake ID.' He thought. 'What do I have to do to get that back from her?' He noticed a Help Wanted sign on the guitar shop called Crazy Music Inc. "I think I just found myself a job. I'll get my amp sooner than I thought." He said happily walking into the guitar shop. He recognized the brown haired kid his age at the cash register.

"How you doing, Kiba?" Gaara asked walking up to him.

"Gaara, hey man. You here to answer the help wanted sign?" Kiba asked curiously and excited to see his friend.

"Yeah, and I was planning on catching up with you." Gaara replied smiling. "So what do I need to do to earn this job?"

"You need experience with handling guitars and knowing how to take care of one." Kiba replied. "By the way… I've got my eye on a new guitar."

"Well hell just froze over." Gaara said shocked. "What about your Gibson?"

"I'll still play it. This new one has a little more." Kiba said walking around the counter. "Follow me; we have it in stock." Gaara followed Kiba to the Schecter guitars. Kiba picked up the Schecter C-1 EA. "Isn't it a beauty. Thanks to its pickups and tuners, I can switch sounds between Acoustic and Electric."

"That is nice," Gaara said calmly. "But don't you have other things to focus on? Like Hinata for example."

"You met my girlfriend?" Kiba asked confused and shocked.

"Yes, my sister tutors her and a few others." Gaara admitted. "She seems to really like you. She stood up for you after I said you're a band whore."

"What the fuck? You called me a band whore?!" Kiba asked shocked.

"Face it, you been in fifty-seven bands." Gaara said looking at some of the guitars.

"Fifty-three, and I love doing it. I don't do it because I get paid to like a real band whore." Kiba replied. "And what's the big deal with Hinata. I spend time with her." He put the guitar back on the stand.

"Not enough." Gaara said picking up a Schecter S-1 Elite. "Your girlfriend should always come first. Not a guitar. Take her out to a fancy restaurant or something with that money. Show her you really care." He played the guitar for a short while.

"You know, I'm surprised you're still single with all the shit you know on girls and relationships." Kiba quietly said. "You could become a therapist for couples."

"You know I still haven't recovered after what that bitch Kin did to me." Gaara said putting the Schecter S-1 Elite back and grabbing a Schecter Tempest Blackjack. "Schecters are really nice by the way. As good as my Washburn."

"At least we agree on guitars." Kiba said. "So, you still haven't recovered from what happened with that slut with fake boobs?"

"I've just given up on any form of relationship." Gaara confessed. "But lets change the subject."

"Hello boys." Said a familiar voice that Gaara wished would just die. They turned around and saw a guy with dark hair wearing black short shorts and a black tank top. "You seem happy."

"Sasuke, leave me alone will you." Gaara said full of anger. "This is a guitar shop. Not a gay bar."

"Why are you so rude to me, baby?" Sasuke asked.

"Get the FUCK away from me and shove a dick up your ass!" Gaara yelled.

"Only if it's yours." Sasuke said smirking.

"Okay, sir." Kiba said to Sasuke. "That was a little sexual harassment, and us that this shop won't deal with that crap. You have to leave."

"Far enough." Sasuke said. "See you later, babe." He said to Gaara as he left.

"Thanks!" Gaara said to Kiba. "Now do you have a bathroom? I need to throw up." He meant it as a joked.

Kiba just laughed. "Don't worry about it. It was his fault my glam band didn't work out." Kiba picked up a Schecter C-1 Lady Luck. "I now have hopes for Mutt to work out. People are more into punk now anyways."

"Not with Lee as the vocalist." Gaara commented. "Hate to say it, but he is a whiny bitch of a singer."

"I know, but he was a last resort and we are getting known even if he can't sing the way I want him to." Kiba replied defending Lee. "You should join a band. It would be good for you."

"With my piece of shit amp and a guitar with five strings?" Gaara asked. "I'll join a band once I get the Crate amps I want and another guitar. It will most likely be a Schecter, because these things fucking rock." He put the guitar he had back on it's stand. "So, when can I get an interview?"

They saw the manager with his brown hair in a pony tail and a scar on his check wearing a Fender Telecaster T-shirt and a pair of faded jeans walked up to them. "So, you want to work here? Then what do you know about guitars?"

"I know that everyone has their own thoughts on them and every guitar is different in it's own way." Gaara replied.

The manager stayed silence for a bit then sighed. "Can you start tomorrow?"

"Yes Sir." Gaara said.

"Don't call me Sir. Call me Iruka." The manager named Iruka told him.

"Yes, Iruka." Gaara said smiling.

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Later… Gaara came back to the apartment and saw Temari in a bathrobe with a cup of coffee waiting for home.

"How did two hundred last you for nine hours?" Temari asked.

"I only used it to buy food and meals." Gaara admitted to his upset sister. "And I went to get a job."

"Did you get one?" Temari stood in excitement.

"Yes, I got one at Crazy Music Inc." Gaara said smiling at his sister. "By the way… What do I have to do to get my fake ID back?"

"I'm not giving it back." Temari said standing up. "I'm going to give you an alternative to alcohol. I'm giving you caffeine."

"Not coffee, that tastes like ass." Gaara said.

"I know you can't stand even the smell of coffee. So I got you some energy drinks." She showed him a Rock Star energy drink in a can. "The top of the fridge is full of this drink for you. When you want alcohol, drink one of these."

"Alright." He said, but that wasn't what he thought. 'You've got to be fucking kidding. Caffeine?! Does she want me to become a nutcase?! That can't replace sake.'

"Oh, will you be working tomorrow?" Temari asked.

"Yes," Gaara said. "And the first thing I'm getting is a bed. No offence, but that couch practically kills my back."

"I was hoping you would do that." Temari said. "Because tonight I'm hosting a teachers night here. So don't come home after work. I'll take care of your stuff and let you know when it's safe to come back. I'm doing this because Kankuro will be here since he's a teacher's assistant and I don't need you two getting into a fist fight."

"Then where the fuck am I going to go?" Gaara asked.

"First, if you want those strings back, stop swearing like I told you before. Second, Ino said she'd be more than happy to have you at her place." Temari explained to her angry brother.

"You're kidding right?" Gaara asked more shocked than confused. "Just me and her in the same apartment?"

"No, she has a roommate. The pink haired girl remember?" Temari asked.

"Yes, I remember." Gaara replied to his sister. 'This is either a dream come true or a living nightmare. I can't decide yet.'

End of Chapter 4

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Author's Note: I'm finally over my writer's block for this story. How long will Gaara last being stuck with two gorgeous college girls? What would Naruto think if he found out? Find out in the next chapter.