(D:) Hee hee. me no own these peoples
Gaara had returned home at 8:02. He used his transport jutsu. Ninja were pretty well known all over the world. People thought they were pretty cool. It amazed Alexis how he disappeared in a flurry of sand.
Temari popped out of nowhere and startled Gaara, though it wasn't shown. "Sooo.. how was your first day. What'd you do? Who did you meet? Did you cook anything? What did you cook?"
"Eggs," he said and disappeared.
"E-eggs. Wonderful! Kankuro! Gaara made eggs!" she yelled up.
"Cool," he yelled back,"He made eggs."
Temari stared at the stairs. Her smile slowly faded. One word. That was all. All he could say. All he would say. To her. To the world..
Gaara. She tried just know that she tried. To be. A good sister to be. That's what she wanted to be. To him. Oh to him. (and why has this become poetry?) But her brother just didn't want to talk. Pfftt. Eggs. Eggs my arse.
Temari walked up the stairs slowly. She stopped at Kankuro's room and opened the door. She walked in. "Making a friend for Karasu I see?" she asked closing the door as she saw Kankuro building a new puppet.
"Yuuup," he said. He looked at his sister's face and stopped working. "What's wrong?" He put down the puppet.
She ran over and layed on his bed crying. "I try. I'm trying to be a good big sister. He doesn't talk to me. He doesn't like me!" she started again. Kankuro had never seen his sister in such anguish before. He walked over to her and wrapped his arm around her.
"He'll grow out of that. Don't worry. Everything will turn out right. Just you wait." She nodded and cried silently in his shoulder. She must have really cared for Gaara.