"Gaara, you need to get out of the house," Temari crossed her arms, looking down at him.

He put his feet up on the arm of the couch, blocking her out by the largeness of his boots.

"So I took it in my hands to sign you up for the contest for singing tonight."

"Nani?" he sat up.

"You heard me, Gaara."

"Kusatta-ama."

"I really don't care what you call me."

"Achike."

Kankuro came into the room.

"Jeez, sounds like one of my movies are on in here. Who's cussing so much?"

"Gaara is."

"Busu."

"Jeez, Gaara, calm down."

"Baka yarou."

"What'd she even do?"

"She signed me up to sing."

"Dang, Temari, really? You want him to go through public humiliation?"

"He's not going to embarrass himself, trust me," she turned back to Gaara, "And DON'T try and run away again."

"Achike."

He got up, zipping up his hoodie over his fishnet shirt, going outside, slamming the door really hard, making a picture of him and his siblings crash to the floor and break.

Temari picked up the picture, looking it over. A piece of glass was missing from the middle, and there were little shards of it all over the picture itself.

"What happened to him, do you think, Kankuro?"

"Who knows? He's screwed up in the head."

"Don't say that. I'm sure this is just a phase…yeah…that's right…everyone has them. It's not like he'd hurt himself or anyone else…"

Gaara walked down the road, angry as could be.

"Freaking Ama. How could she do this? I can't even sing. Freaking Ama."

Later that night, he returned home and changed into black jeans that were too long for him, held up by a studded belt, and a black slipknot hoodie, keeping his favorite boots on. He raked a hand through his hair, slipping a silver hoop through the hole in the top of his ear. He exited his room and called from the living room.

"Hurry up, do you want to be late?"

Temari came out of her room wearing a black skirt and pink blouse, pink flats and a lily in her hair.

Kankuro came out of his room dressed in a white button-up and jeans with black boots.

Gaara looked at the both of them, sighed, and turned to walk out the door, leaving it open for them. They followed him out.

Gaara walked to the coffee shop with them behind him. He opened the door and everyone turned to look at him. Temari pushed him along up to the front so that he could sit where the contestants waited. Then she and Kankuro sat behind him. Gaara turned to glare at them.
"What song did you sign me up for, Ama?" he glared at her.

"You'll thank me later."

"You owe me now," he seethed through his teeth. "So, who goes first?"

"You."

"…" he glared darkly at her, "Ama."

The manager came up and announced who was first. Gaara sighed heavily and stood up, the chains on his boots clanking as he walked, taking the microphone off the stand and rolled his eyes. Then the music to Slipknot's Before I Forget came on.

Gaara smirked darkly. He looked over the crowd, who's eyes were widened in fright besides a girl in the back, who turned around on a barstool, eyes wide, but not with fright.

"GO!" he screamed into the microphone as the part approached, his eyes still on the girl.

Temari looked at him, concerned, then turned around to see what he was looking at.

She smiled inwardly.

"It's her."