"Hell no."

"Temari…"

"There is NO WAY in hell you are making me do that. Got it? You must be freaking insane. It itches for crying out loud. You can put that bloody mop on your head but it's not coming within 10 kilometers of me!"

"But Tem…."

"No 'But Tem's Kankuro. You've been reading too many bloody anime if you expect me to do something like that. Why can't I go as I usually am?"

"Someone we know from school might see us. And your cover will be blown. Then we will be separated." A cold voice murmured.

Temari looked up from the mirror at her youngest brother. They must have planned this beforehand. It was a bloody conspiracy! "Bring me the stupid things! I'll but it on myself."

"But Tem… You don't even KNOW how to put make up on."

"As if you do. Even if you know how to scribble purple paint all over your face, make up is bloody different and I'll figure it out myself without you blithering dolts at my heels."

Kankuro and Gaara looked at each other. "Hey Gaara I think Temari chan thinks we will get in the way…"

Gaara looked away from Kankuro's smirk and turned his gaze to Temari who experienced and unshakeable sense of approaching doom. "Well you will. You're guys after all…"

"Sexism sis. Tch tch."

Gaara nodded to Kankuro, "Well it may be impossible, but let's turn our sister into a woman."

The sharp sense of déjà vu struck panic into her heart, Temari back away slowly, "Oi… Don't you guys have school or something? Tsunade will be on your ass you know… Well Shizune actually but… Don't come near me! Hey! Where you taking me! Hey!"

Gaara grinned at her. And it really wasn't a sight for the faint hearted. "We're going shopping Temari."

The blonde screamed in utter despair as though she was dragged out to be tortured. Perhaps, to her, she was.

"I hate you."

"That's nice."

"Fuck you."

"That would be nice."

"You bottom breeder."

"Ok… That actually hurts. Being a breeder makes me a female."

Temari glared at Kankuro. It was a common occurrence. But this time wasn't just a normal I'll-beat-your-ass-after-this glare, it was a glare that Gaara would have given him on a bad day. Kankuro looked away quickly stifling a giggle. If he giggled now, he knew for certain his life was going to end at the cold cruel hands of his sister. Still one had to have humor or life would be dull.

"What! Why are you looking away?"

"If I look at you I'll laugh."

Next thing he knew he was sprawled at the feet of his younger brother who was at the other side of the room, with a jaw that felt like it had just shattered. Gaara leaned over from his chair and studied his older brother curiously. "Hair brushes make formidable weapons."

"That's all you've got to say?" Well that was what Kankuro would have liked to say. But with a jaw that felt like it was in a million pieces, it would have been a tad difficult. Now who was the moron who said Honesty was the best policy? He was a damn fool. Or he had never met his sister.

"My hair is pulled so tight my scalp is coming off and I've put on the stupid wig. You have painted me. I am wearing a dress. What the hell more do you want from me?"

Kankuro sat up to stare balefully at his sister. What Temari wore was a dress but she still insisted to wear faded jeans underneath them. It was a long sleeved black dress that ended just above her knees. She had tied the pale blue scarf roughly around her neck with a heavy silver pendant hanging around her neck. The bottom half of her long blonde hair swayed across her hips, with a pair of ponytails at the top of her head. She really didn't look that bad if only she would stop looking like she was about to bite someone's head off.

Gaara calmly looked at his watch. "You're going to be late for your appointment… Temari."

"Oh, bloody shit!" Temari grabbed at her bag (a pathetic looking small black handbag that Gaara had picked out) and dashed for the door.

Her two brothers stared at the slammed door in silence. Kankuro looked up from where he sat, at his brother. "euw ink shwee will re ember whe to go?" You think she will remember where to go?

Gaara just smiled slightly in response, in his hand the directions to Dr Aburame's Hospital.

"Blue bloody fuck."

Shibi Aburame looked up from his desk over his sunglasses to see a disgruntled young lady stumbling into his office looking a little worse for wear. His secretary frowned apologetically at him. "She has an appointment Mr. Aburame."

He nodded and stood to greet his patient. "Good Afternoon ms Subaku. "

Temari recoiled in surprise. "How do you know my name?"

"It's hard to forget an appointment that is two hours late."

To her horror Temari found herself flushing in embarrassment. "Oh right… Sorry. About that… Um. I… I got lost…er…"

She stumbled to an awkward halt as Mr. Aburame kept on looking at her with an expressionless gaze. "You got lost."

"Yeah. Sorry."

"Well I don't have a busy schedule I can fit you in about now."

"But Mr. Aburame… Your lunch…"

"Don't worry about it. I was informed that this patient should receive the utmost attention."

The secretary subsided but the so called patient was left feeling exceedingly uncomfortable. "Um. It's no worries. I'll come back later or you know, make another appointment or something."

"No. I have cleared my Lunch. Shall we head for the Examining room ms Subaku?"

"But it's just that, my brothers stole the directions, and we're new, and it's a conspiracy and-"

"Ms Subaku."

Temari looked up to see the Doctor open a door for her. Unconsciously she had already stepped forward and was half way through the door before she stumbled to a halt. She turned and eyed the stoic doctor right in the shades.

"Doctor."

"Yes Ms Subaku?"

"It was a conspiracy."

"Of course Ms Subaku if you'll step this way."

Reassured by the gentle voice Temari stepped though the door. Sunglasses glinted as the Doctor turned around to stare at his assistant. "I would like two packets of O negative blood. She is suffering from extreme blood loss to the point of hallucinations and I would also like my tools brought in."

"I did wonder why you brought her to the surgery room instead of the examining room."

The good Doctor simply turned to go inside. "I'd like them as soon as possible please."

She bowed her head, "Of course Dr Aburame."

Temari stared at the white ceiling. What was it with waking up to pure white ceilings? Do these doctors want to confuse the hell out of their patients by letting them think they were dead?

"How are you feeling?"

She turned her head to see Dr Aburame staring down at her scribbling something on a notepad.

"Fine."

Well technically she couldn't feel anything at all. She couldn't add that because a boy wearing glasses entered the room. At the sight of him, she suddenly remembered who Dr Aburame had reminded her of.

Shino Aburame stood there bento in hand saying, "Father, your lunch."

What had goose bumps crawling up her skin however was the way his eyes never left hers.