Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out. I've had it done for a couple of days now but I couldn't find the time to put it on. So I'm doing this just before I cook supper. I don't own Gaara-san. (glares at Gaara) How many times are you going to make me say this? (Gaara: as many times as necessary so you remember. Besides, you keep telling your friends that I am yours... which is NOT true) You're so mean... Anyway, enjoy the chapter and when you finish, give me a review! By the way, this is in Gaara's POV but he's hardly in this one.
Chapter 7: Gaara's House
We appeared inside my room. Shukaku was still in control so I had no idea what was going on. "Temari! Kankuro! Get in her NOW!" the raccoon demon shouted angrily. It glared into the darkness of my room.
Five seconds and tons of frantic footsteps later, my elder siblings knocked on the door. There was no way they were going to burst into my rom. Thy obviously learned their lesson the last time Kankuro ran in without my permission. I had them so well trained. Shukaku said, "Enter."
They opened the door and walked in, not bothering to turn on the lights. They could see well enough thanks to the moonlight shining through my windowed balcony door. "Temari..." it "greeted" the tall, blonde, green-eyed girl. She wore purple and plenty of black fishnet. Temari was the eldest of the siblings.
"... Kankuro..." Shukaku continued, glaring at the black-wearing, purple make-uped middle child. He had a white-wrapped puppet on his back. Temari usually had a large fan on her back but she'd been in too much of a hurry to put it on. Kankuro was rarily seen without his puppet, Crow.
"Shukaku..." they bothed greeted with fear in their voices.
Kankuro suddenly noticed Deserai, who was still in his/my arms. "Who's that? Did you bring her here to...?" He didn't finish, afraid of death.
"No. This girl is of some importance to my host. Though I don't know why he would choose such a stupid girl over the other females in the region. Even if there were only stupid girls, there must be thousands more who are prettier than this one. Hmph, He must be desperate for any attention he can get."
"What do you mean?" Temari asked quietly.
"No brains, too skinny, no breasts, no ass... your brother was OBVIOUSLY desperate. And with no female companions for practically ALL of our life, I don't blame him. I just think we can do better than Deserai here."
Both of the elder sand ninja looked toward the mentioned girl. She stared at the ground with a small smile etched on her pale face. Temari felt so sorry for the girl-- she suddenly seemed so fragile... so defensless. As if she was thrown to the sharks with only a can of tuna to distract them. 'Or in this case... a blood-thirsty raccoon...' she thought, giving a soft sigh. She really felt for the poor girl. But she wouldn't say anything against the demon.
"That's not true." Kankuro thought differently about what had been said. He went closer to the demon's "captive" and gently pulled her away, facing her towards Shukaku/me. "Does she have breasts..." He cupped them from behind. "... or are you STILL blind?"
Deserai just stood there, eyes wide in shock, cheeks red in anger. Temari twitched, really wishing she had brought her fan along. As for Shukaku... all it's attention was on her "outlined" chest. "K-Kankuro-san... please let go..." she replied as calmly as she could.
"Not until he admits that he's wrong. You DO have boobs... and very nicely-shaped ones at that!"
"He doesn't have to...!" she half-begged him.
"Don't you care if he knows that you have 'em?"
"Not really. I don't care so you can let go... NOW."
"But--."
"LET ME GO, KANKURO-SAN!!" she suddenly shouted, her face bright red with rage and embarrassment.
If I had been in control of my body. my dearest brother would have suffered the wrath of my sand coffin. However... I wasn't, thanks to my stupid raccoon demon! Yes, I was angry. And since Shukaku knew how I felt, a giant fist of sand knocked Kankuro away from Deserai. "Don't touch the girl again..." Shukaku said emotionlessly.
"I thought you didn't care about her!" the pervert shouted.
"I don't. My host does. And knoiwng him, you would have been dead by now."
Temari sighed and turned on the light. Black walls resembled the dark shadows we were shrouded in mere moments before. Golden sand covered the floor. The dressers and door was bright red. A single windowed door, opposite of the dark blood red and black bed, lead to the outdoor balcony. With so much black and red, the room could have been defined as a gothic version of Hell, minus the flames and tortured souls but it had a demon tormentor. I liked my room even with that demon.
"So Deserai is gonna live with us?" the eldest sibling asked.
Shukaku nodded. "She'll sleep in this room, unless Gaara doesn't want her near him in bed. Until then, get out of my room."
when Kankuro and Temari left, Deserai seemed a bit lost as to what she was supposed to do. Shukaku went to his balcony door and opened it, going to stand on the balcony without a word. She took a deep breath but before she could say anything, the raccoon demon growled, "Turn off the light and come here."
She did as she was told and took a place next to him. "Yes?" she asked, her earlier embarrassment pushed back for later. Hopefully much later.
"I'm going to let the boy take controle again. Just thought I'd warn you so you didn't call him by my name."
She stared at him for a moment before leaning over and kissing the cheek of his monster-half.
His human half's cheek turned slightly red. "What did you do that fore, stupid girl?"
"Just because I think there's more to you than blood shed and murder. My friends told me that the only way I could ever get laid was if Gaara fell asleep... and you could come out and... and rape me..." Deserai replied, looking at the ground.
"Maybe later..."
"WHAT?!"
"Just joking." Shukaku laughed cruelly.
She crossed her arms. That wasn't very funny," she pouted.
It shrugged. "Everybody's a critic," Shukaku mumbled, releasing his influence from Gaara, the sand returning to the gourd.
"Ugh... what happened?" He touched his head in pain.
Deserai hugged him. "Nothing much, but welcome back."
