"Go in and make yourself at home!" came Temari's happy chirp.
Gaara frowned. What the who?
Here Gaara was; lying across his favorite red velour couch, his arms behind his head and his socked feet propped up on the arm of the couch, dosing mentally –he couldn't sleep. The raccoon would eat him. Such a delectable image, no?–, eyes closed, and he heard Temari inviting someone in his house?
Sure, not his house; their house; his families' house. But, still!
Gaara heard lazy steps shuffling into the living room where he was, and he head them pause.
'Try to kill me in my 'sleep', and i'll kill you right back, bitch,' Gaara threatened. He truly did look like he was asleep on the outside, but he wasn't.
The lazy footsteps hesitantly started again, and he heard whoever it was settle themself into the armchair furthest from Gaara, but directly opposite him.
Gaara didn't smirk, but he wanted to. Oh, a challenge, was it?
A lazy sigh floated through the air. Was this guy lazy or what?
Gaara was just about to kill the goddamn trespasser when he heard Temari's heavy footsteps enter the room; his finger barely twitching behind his head at the sudden urge to kill that he quickly stamped down.
Killing in front of your siblings is rude.
"Here." Temari probably handed Mr Lazy a drink from the sound of ice clinking together.
There was a vague mumble of thanks and Gaara wanted kill the bastard –Mr Lazy, he'd dubbed him– and get it over with.
Then, Gaara heard something he didn't want to hear.
Ever.
The sound that even he knew.
Badass and oh-so-sexy Kazekage but-you-can't-touch-this Gaara, knew that sound.
He had to open his eyes.
His mouth fell open.
the. Fucking. BASTARD.
Temari straitened up from kissing Shikamaru on the cheek, her own cheeks a mild pink before mumbling something about needing some more ice and rushing out of the room.
Shikamaru placed a hand to his cheek, eyebrows raised, staring after the older teen who was his guide in Suna. He blinked once before lowering his hand. 'Huh.' Shikamaru thought.
The brunette looked back in front of him; startled by the slight sound of shifting material, and he froze.
Gaara slowly rose from his lying position, teeth bared and eyes alight with nothing less than a maniac lust for blood.
'Oh, no you did NOT!' Gaara snarled in his head, outstretching his hands for Shikamaru's throat.
Temari sighed, her hands covering her face, standing in the kitchen. Why did she just do that? Fuck. Aw, what was he going to think? What was he--
Quite suddenly, the deafening, explosion-like sound of the sitting-room's walls being blown into smithereens brought her out of her mental questionnaire and she poked her head around the doorway just in time to see a Shikamaru-shaped blur run faster than she'd ever seen him run before, and Gaara run after him, waving his fists and sand flying everywhere.
"GET BACK HERE, MR LAZY!"
((END. The moment I saw the word 'lazy', I thought of Shikamaru. Not my best, I admit. Gaara's just being a good little protective little brother. Sorry for the people who aren't TemaShika fans. I am. So, I wrote something for it. Anyway, I don't like the fact that my drabbles are getting so long. I'll try to cut them down.))