GarraXTemari warning... the demon is all rapey...I wonder if I will ever write a truly happy sex scene for this story.. ._.

Temari sat at the kitchen table alone. It was late in the morning and the smell of medical tea hung heavily in the empty air. Kankuro had taken a minute from his… escapades… to make some early that morning and had left Teamari a note explaining that he would be out and that he had called a cleaner for Gaara's room so that he could have his own bed back. Their was also a folded note addressed to her in the med nin's handwriting. It was held closed by a clear bag of fine green powder. It read:

Temari-san,

I am sorry should we have woken you at any time during the night. We had another little one of our 'battles' and, well, it seems that it got out of hand.

Temari laughed at this. She had witnessed quite a few of their battles and she had warned them both to stop before things got out of hand but obviously they hadn't taken her advice. Which was fine... she didn't really feel it was any of her business anyway, though she did think that it was odd timing.

Anyway, Kankuro wouldn't like me telling you this, but he has decided to go with me today to find some of the wild berries, you know, the ones I use to make bitter things taste better. I know you worry about both him and Gaara. In a way I admire you for being able to watch over and control two such rowdy boys, especially Gaara, but part of me wonders if you have anyone who worries enough over you. Maybe I'm wrong but you looked horribly shaken last night and it didn't seem to be just about current events. You also skipped our lunch date the other day a coworker said that you had missed a scheduled visit to his daughter's school…I'm worried about you.

It was true. She had missed both the lunch and the visit to the ninja academy.

I know you're tough and you hate to have people think you aren't but I think you let that idea get in the way of telling people when something's wrong. Actually I think your whole family does it. Something is bothering Kankuro too and he won't tell me. Even if I can't help you fix it I'll at least listen…

Temari had felt like crumpling the paper up there. The girl had some nerve thinking that listening would help a problem like this, no, it would make it worse.

Anyway, I left you this powder. Mix two teaspoons of it in water and drink it with every meal or as needed. It helps to lessen anxieties and also works as a muscle relaxant. I thought that maybe it would help you unwind a bit.

Isako

Temari didn't need this bitch's sympathies or stupid medication or at least that's what she told herself but…

Stop right there! You will not think of that incident again!

She shook her head and jammed her toe into a table leg causing the table to jump and her tea to spill.

Shit!

She rushed over to the sink to grab a dish towel and hurried to soak up the tea before it left some godforsaken stain on the raw wooden table. She sighed as she threw the rag into the sink and poured herself another cup of the tea. She sat down and fingered the ceramic cup. She enjoyed the way her finger prints would be visible for a second and then disappear. She allowed herself to think but kept her mind close so it did not wander.

Looks like Gaara might not be up today. I might as well skip cooking then…I'm not hungry anyway.

She sipped at her fourth cup of tea.

This stuff is good. Maybe I'll just drink this all day. I'm not sure my stomach could handle solid food anyway.

The steam rose from her cup.

It looks so pretty.

She took another sip and listened to the clock in the other room chime 12pm. She had never really noticed how the notes of its call were so beautifully arranged or how the sunlight glinted off of the chrome faucet. She was noticing a lot of things that she normally didn't.

Strange…

Temari drank the rest of her tea and decided that it might be best if she went and checked on Gaara… even if she didn't want to.

I will not punish Gaara for the things Tanuki does…

She walked to the door that the foot of the stairs and knocked.

"Gaara, I'm coming in."

She slid the door open without waiting for a response.

Kankuro's room was a mess. A pile of clothing with a porn magazine laying crumpled on it. Half empty purple and black makeup palettes strewn all over the place. A few dishes piled on the floor along with some joint grease he used on his puppets. His closet door was half open with an overfilling laundry basket clearly visible. Temari sighed.

Such a mess.

Gaara was still in the bed and his breathing was quiet and rhythmic. If she didn't know better she would think he was really asleep. She kicked off a pair of boxers and took a seat on the bed.

"Gaara."

Her call was soft as she brushed his hair away from his eyes. He turned over towards her and made a small noise.

Temari, is that you? Its dark and I can't open my eyes.

She petted the top of his head, something she had become quite use to recently. His nonexistent eyebrows furrowed as he reached out blindly.

Temari I hurt!

He let out a pained groan and Temari leaned in to put her head to his hoping that maybe she might be able to make out his attempted words. He groaned again.

"Shh, you're okay Gaara. Everything is just fine."

Her voice was warm and soft and wrapped around his troubled mind calming him. Temari lifted her head and looked at the boy as the pain faded from his face.

How could this ever become….that…

She couldn't help herself as she began to remember.

"Gaara! Stop! Please! You're hurting me!"

The Gaara who wasn't Gaara laughed cruelly and tightened his grip on the little girl's arm.

"Bitches who won't play my way will be punished."

The grip got tighter and she was sure it would leave a bruise. Even at the age of eight the monster's strength was crushing. It was always like this when he came out. He would hurt her and beat her and call her things and then he would let her run. She would run and run and run but he always caught her and then he would repeat. Temari had more of a reason to fear the monster than Kankuro did… for he was her nightmare.

Temari bit back a sob as she looked at the innocence of her brother's state. She had once tried to kill him herself and part of her still wanted to.

It isn't his fault. He couldn't control it.

"He could have stopped me from ever doing this to you little Temari. It would have been as simple as him saying no. But he couldn't resist the urge to hurt me... he couldn't resist his own urges."

The words echoed though out her mind as she remembered.

Temari felt safe with Gaara now that he had stopped giving into the monster so when he had knocked timidly on the door that night she had opened it.

"Temari, I'm not feeling very good."

Gaara's eyes were blood shot and he was pink in the cheeks. She bent down and felt his forehead with her lips. Though he did seem a little hot Temari was always running a little cold so she couldn't really tell if he was feverish or not.

"Would you, uhh, mind if I stayed in your room tonight? …I don't want to be alone."

He fidgeted with the hem of his night shirt as he asked and she almost hadn't caught the last part. Temari sighed and stepped aside allowing her brother into her room.

"Yeah, I guess that would be fine, you can rest in my bed and I'll take the floor."

He grabbed her shirt as she turned to walk out the door and steal some blankets from the linen closet. She turned and saw the scared look on his face.

"Don't worry Gaara I'll be right back."

She smiled reassuringly. He let go and looked down she couldn't tell what he was thinking but when he looked back up he had an insecure air about him.

"Can't we just share the bed? I really…really don't want to be left alone."

Temari sighed. She was fully aware that her little brother was a teen boy and that, normally, that would be a bad idea…even if he was her brother… hell… she'd seen Kankuro take a look now and again... But Gaara was different- somehow gentler, more child like- and so she gave in with a smile and a head shake.

"Fine then, just don't wake me okay? I have a luncheon with Isako tomorrow."

He jumped into the bed and scurried under the covers as she closed the door to her room and made her way to the bed as well and slipped under the covers.

Temari was just about asleep when she felt Gaara snuggle into her back. She smiled as his arm wrapped lazily around her and pulled her closer.

"Temari?"

His voice was small and timid.

"Mmmhm?"

She lazily rolled over onto her back and turned her head to his.

"I've wanted to tell you something for a long time now…"

The arm that rested on her upper chest moved slightly so his hand could play with her hair. Temari noted that it felt nice.

"Yeah?"

Her voice was filled with sleep. He moved closer to her ear and whispered.

"I'm not Gaara."

(AN: DUN DUN DUN! Sorry guys had to ruin it. It was getting too tense in here and that was horrible writing.)

Temari didn't understand what he meant. Of course he was Gaara. Who else who he… She shot up or at least tried to as the hand that was playing with her hair closed tightly and the arm on her chest held her down.

"That's right.~ It's me. Long time no see."

The hand pulled painfully on her hair as she tried to struggle.

"Looks like you forgot how we play in my time of being locked up."

He grinned into the darkness as he yanked on her hair. She stopped her struggling.

"I guess I'll just have to re-teach you the rules.~"

His hand moved from her hair and down her neck gripping it threateningly.

"Though it's probably better this way… I was planning on adding new rules anyway.~"

His voice was a purr as he tightened his grip for a moment blocking her air. Normally he would have continued until she was close to passing out but he had other plans.

"You don't even try and scream? My, my, how we've grown, little Temari."

His hand released and she gasped for air but didn't dare move her hands up to rub her throat. She did remember the rules. He noticed this and laughed slapping her gently on the cheek.

"We are finally to a point where I can reward you as well as punish. Be a good girl, like that, and remember the rules then you may find it will be all reward…I can't promise that there won't be any pain but..."

His walked two fingers down her chest and flicked a nipple though the thin fabric of her night shirt. She felt his tongue on her earlobe as he pressed his body to hers. It felt wrong.

"It will be the best you've ever had from me."

Gaara opened his eyes to the sound of crying to see Temari in a ball on the floor. He furrowed his brow.

"Temari?"

She opened her eyes to look at him and he could see that, for a moment, there was fear and hatred there. He sunk into the blankets covering him.

Those eyes…

She blinked and uncoiled herself wiping away tears as she did.

"Gaara?"

He voice was shaky and he couldn't tell if it was because she had been crying or because she was afraid. He sunk in farther until the blankets were covering his nose. She took a moment to look at herself though his eyes.

He has probably never seen anyone cry before… at least… not without them begging for their lives in the process.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were up…"

His tightened muscles relaxed slightly. For a moment there he could have sworn that he had sensed a killing intent. She got herself off of the floor and sat beside him on the bed.

"How are you feeling?"

She gently wiped the hair from his brow and smiled. It was a sad smile. Gaara took personal inventory and realized that he was sore all over.

"Did I get in a battle?"

He really couldn't remember why he was hurt but something about the way Temari looked down at her hands worried him. He lifted a hand out of the blankets and set it on hers.

DON'T TOUCH ME!

She winced as his hand touched hers and Gaara's brow once again furrowed.

"Temari, are you okay?"

He was truly concerned… he had never seen her cry, not once, and she had only reacted like that to his touches after 'he' came out. Gaara froze.

I didn't let him out did I?

"Yeah, I'm fine sorry. I was just so worried… about you."

Lies, you were only worried because Kankuro left you alone in a house with a guy who could turn into a sadistic rapist at any moment.

"Temari? I didn't let 'him' out did I?"

The question hung in the air like a predator waiting to pounce and Gaara could visibly see her muscles tighten and the look of fear once again appeared in her eyes.

I did, didn't I?

Her hands trembled in her lap and his heart dropped.

This is Gaara. Gaara not Tanuki. Don't treat him badly, don't make him feel alone. You've done enough of that already.

She smiled though her fear.

"No, you didn't."

It wasn't a lie. He hadn't released the monster last night.

"I can sense your fear. There is no need to lie to me."

His voice was emotionless and came like a slap to her ears. He was putting up that wall again, the wall that he used to keep himself safe from people with eyes of hatred and fear, the people who saw him only as a monster.

Please… please don't do that…I didn't mean to make you feel like you needed that wall. You aren't a monster!

Her thoughts may have been honest but as soon as she thought them she remembered that she too was in pain. She pulled at her shirt sleeve and covered a bruise that would have perfectly matched the shape and size of his thumb. He noticed.

"Temari, you have a mark on you."

His voice was still cold and his body was stiff but she could tell that there was hidden concern.

She smiled.

"Yeah, I hurt myself training, don't worry about it!"

He sat up exposing his shirtless body. It didn't bother her until she saw a deep purple bruise in his side.

Poor Gaara…

She was about to touch it but he pushed away her hand. I wasn't a slap or a yell of "don't touch me!" but just a little push on her hand that made her look up into his eyes.

"I need you to tell me the truth."

He looked as though he was about to cry but his plea came out as emotionless as ever. She had to fight back her own tears but managed a smile.

"Really Gaara, he didn't come out. You're fine. And even if he had come out it wouldn't have been your fault, right?"

"He could have stopped me from ever doing this…"

Please not now… don't think about that now!

Gaara didn't answer. The hurt little girl who could do nothing but run and the lost little boy who could do nothing but hurt sat in silence for what seemed like hours, both of them worried about what the other would think had they known what was going though each other's mind… Both of them trapped in a game played by a devil.

I couldn't bring myself to write a full rape scene which is most-likely for the best... Reviews?