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I recommend re-reading chapter 9 because I made some alternations before uploading this chapter.
Love me for Eternity
Chapter 10
I didn't have any plans for today, and as much as I wanted to call Sakura, I refused on principle that it would make me look like I was a horny little school boy.
Which I wasn't.
So I did the next best thing, or at least I planned to.
I was going to go down to the board walk and watch young, skinny woman with low self esteem flaunt their silicon infused chests, lipo-suctioned stomached, and skin-cancer-waiting-to-happen tanned face parade up and down flipping their hair for male attention. While they flipped their hair and shook their ass, I was going to look really disgusted and repugnant; it would break their pathetic little hearts.
That didn't happen.
Instead I got treated to my older sister bursting into my apartment screaming and throwing her four inch heels at my head at six am.
Luckily, I didn't get hit with her two shoes.
Unluckily, she had the lungs of an opera singer on caffeine high.
"What the fuck Temari?" I grabbed my mug of coffee, ready to use it in self defense. Honestly, this had to count as breaking and entering right?
She however, did not see it that way and instead of stopping and holding her hands up in the air where I can see them-like a normal person would-she decided to stalk up to me, lean over the counter and wield her car keys as though they were nun chucks. "Put the mug down Gaara!" She hissed, I swear I saw lighting flash in her eyes.
"Fucking hell Temari! Who the fuck breaks into someone's apartment then assaults them with their goddamn shoes?" I did however, put my coffee back down on the counter.
Not because she told me to.
I'm not afraid of my older sister.
I just wanted some more toast.
"Don't you fucking curse at me Gaara!" She flung her purse onto my plate of scrambled eggs-luckily I was done-then made herself comfortable on one of the stools. "I came all the way here to see my baby brother and this is the greeting I get?"
I resisted the urge to groan and placed four slices of toast in the oven.
"Temari, it's a twenty minute drive."
She huffed and crossed her arms. "Kankurou told me he came to visit you last night." She jumped right in, no buffering.
"Yeah."
"Said you had another date?"
"Yup."
"So? How did this one go?"
She came here to discuss my sex life?
Really?
I raised an eyebrow at her. "Good. How is your relationship with what's-his-name going?"
Best thing in this situation is to turn it on her; she loved gloating about her boyfriend. It was her favorite pastime.
"His name is Shikamaru." She glared at me for a second then beamed. "And it's going great! Oh Gaara you have to meet him! He's so smart and handsome and wonderful! A bit lazy…but wonderful!"
She's dating some guy high up in national security; either a commander or-honestly I don't know nor do I really give two shits. Never met the guy and I don't plan to. They've been dating for about a year or something and every time I see her, she goes on and on about him. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad she's happy and he gets all of her attention. Because if it weren't for him, she'd probably be nagging my ass everyday with nonstop phone calls asking me to come down and support her.
Like I really care what she does with her life.
Didn't care when Father was alive, don't care now.
Just then, the toast popped out. "Yeah, yeah sure." I handed her two slices of toast and a napkin.
She frowned at me but took the toast. "Water Gaara?"
Honestly, she moves like she's the fucking Queen of England come for a visit.
To save my eardrums and avoid a headache, I handed her one of the water bottles I keep chilled in the refrigerator then dug into my toast.
"Anyways." She dabbed at her mouth. "I came to invite you over for a family dinner."
A what? Family dinner? Last time I checked we don't do those.
"It's this Sunday night-tomorrow- at Kankurou's. I'll be making dinner for us." She moved to touch my arm then thought better of it. "You'll come right? It'll just be the three of us."
"Temari why the hell do you want to have a family dinner?"
"Because! We-we're family Gaara. We need to stick together, when was the last time you called us? Or came over?" She almost gave me puppy eyes.
Almost.
"Christmas."
"Exactly! Around the holidays! I'm going to make it a weekly thing-every Sunday we will all go over to Kanky's and have a nice, warm, happy, home cooked meal together and discuss what's going on in our lives." She then nodded decisively, and bit into the toast.
I however lost my appetite to eat.
Family dinner?
Every Sunday night?
To talk?
What the hell?
"Temari why the fucking hell-"
"Because I never see you or hear from you! Do you know what happened a few days ago?" She put down her toast to stare at me in that calm, I'm-going-to-talk-and-you're-going-to-listen look. "I had a horrible nightmare! You know what it was? You died Gaara! A dreadful, gory, ghastly death and I was arranging your funeral and then it came time for the eulogy and I realized-I knew nothing about you! My own baby brother! I don't know what you do, how you spend your day, if you play golf! Nothing!"
She started crying.
Not wailing, tears streaming down her face with snot running out of her nose crying; but teary eyed, I'm-loosing-my-baby-boy-because-he-has-a-girlfriend crying.
I handed her a tissue.
"Gaara I don't want that to happen." She mumbled and dabbed her eyes. "I want to get to know you better, my own baby brother." She sniffed. "And I know Kankurou wants to too."
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