A Night To Remember
Hi! TY ALL FOR YOUR REVIEWS! . I've had a couple of people ask about the thing in the summary that says "And why does Kankurou hate Gaara so much?" and that unfolds in this chapter. Again, don't send me any flamers about the pairings in this fic, if you don't like the pairings, you don't have to read it. (But you'll be missing out!) Hope you all like it! .
Chapter Three: Yamiko
Temari smiled slightly at Kankurou when she came down from her room the next morning. (Since they had moved into Konoha since their banishment from the village of Sand due to Gaara's insanity, they had moved out of their rented apartment they had used during the Chuunin exams and into a two- floor house near the outskirts of Konoha.) He gave a grunt to show he had acknowledged her existence for the day and went back to watching TV, a salad bowl full of Cocoa Puffs cereal in his lap, wearing his baggy red plaid pajama bottoms and his bathrobe. She wasn't all that surprised to find he had, once again, abandoned the purple face make up and pig-eared hood, but she was still slightly worried about him.
"Ok, what's wrong?" she asked, vaulting herself over the top of the sofa to sit next to him.
"Huh?" Using a wooden mixing spoon, he shoveled more of the chocolate sugary goodness into his mouth.
"Come on, you never break out the salad bowl unless you're depressed," she said, picking out a piece of the cereal, only to have her hand batted away with a grunt of "Mine!" She sighed. "Seriously, what's wrong?"
"I don't want to talk about it," he said coldly, turning the volume up on the TV.
Temari frowned and got up, turning the TV off and unplugging it. Whirling around on her bewildered and angry brother, she asked, "This is about Yamiko, isn't it?"
Kankurou stood up, grabbing his salad bowl. "Thanks, Temari," he said coldly. "You just HAD to bring up Yamiko, didn't you?"
"Kankurou, wait," Temari said angrily, jumping out and grabbing his arm before he could go back upstairs to his room.
"Why should I?"
"You can't be afraid to like her just because of what happened in the past," Temari said, her eyes softening. "It wasn't your fault."
"No, you're right," he said angrily, yanking his arm away. "It was Gaara's."
"Kankurou!" she shouted. "Don't say that!"
"Why shouldn't I?" he snapped, whirling around. "He ruined my life!"
"He does if you make it seem like that," she said, trying (REALLY) hard not to blow up on him.
"Temari," he shouted, seething with rage, "She didn't want anything to do with me because I was related to him!"
"Then blame Kazekage!" she cried. "He made him like that!"
"I knew you wouldn't understand!" he shouted back. "You never did understand!"
"What are you talking about?!" she shouted, angry now. "I had just as hard a time of it as you! You're not the only one who has suffered! You're just the only one who can't let it go!"
Kankurou's glare faltered for a split second, then went back up. "So what if I can't let go of it! She was my first friend, and I really liked her, but she didn't want to be around me because of him!"
"So, I doubt Kyu is like that! She already met Gaara and she doesn't care! I saw her talking to him, and I doubt she cares!"
"That's because she doesn't know he's a psychopathic freak!" Kankurou snapped.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Kankurou?" they heard Kyu call.
"Are you going to tell her?" Temari asked, lowering her voice so that whoever was outside couldn't hear.
"No!" Kankurou hissed in a "well, duh" sort of hiss.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Fine, I'll tell her," Temari said, making for the door to answer it.
"No!" Kankurou hissed, putting his cereal on the table and lunging at her, knocking her down. There was a slight scuffle before a voice shut them up.
"Kankurou, I know you're in there, I can hear you!"
Kankurou and Temari's heads shot up from where they were on the floor, Temari pulling at the corners of his mouth, and Kankurou pulling on the top two pigtails on her head.
"Kankurou, I really need to talk to you!"
"She knows about Gaara!" Kankurou hissed at Temari shrinking away from the door. "I'm not here!"
"I can hear you, you know," Kyu called from the other side of the door. "Come on, just open the door!"
Kankurou looked at Temari and nodded at the door. "I'm not getting it!" she mouthed. "She's your woman!"
"She. Is. Not. My—"
"I heard that."
Kankurou and Temari looked at each other before Kankurou finally reached up and opened the door, kicking Temari off of him to avoid any uncomfortable situations.
However, he was not that lucky.
"Um..." Kyu looked from one of the Sand Nins to the other. Looking over at Temari, he realized her clothes were distinctly rumpled.
"Oh—we were..." He felt a cold sweat creeping down his bare neck.
"Rough-housing," Temari said, as if this were a normal occurrence in their household (which it was, along with attempted murder, strange exotic squirrels, etc).
"Oh ... Um..." Kyu faltered again, not coming in. "I just wanted to say that I don't care what your brother is, because I already knew what he was. Everyone does, and I don't care." She turned away. "I just wanted to tell you that before I go away on my mission."
"You're leaving?" he yelped, jumping up.
"I have a mission," she repeated, glancing at him over her shoulder. "I'm going to be gone a couple of days."
"Well... um..." Kankurou looked at Temari for help; she gestured meaningfully at Kyu. Kankurou gave her a look, which said, quite clearly, "No! I don't wanna!" but at her glare, he sighed and approached Kyu. "Um... I'm gonna miss you," he said quietly, before hugging her tightly around the waist form behind. "A lot."
He felt her pause for a few seconds before turning around in his arms and wrapping her arms around his neck. He heard Temari go back in the house, giving them some privacy.
"I meant what I said," she said softly, her warm breath grazing his throat. "I don't care if you're related to him; you're two totally different people."
Kankurou pulled away from her slightly, but kept his arms around her waist. "If he goes psycho again and decides it's time for a killing spree," he said, grinning slightly. "I won't let him hurt you." Leaning down over her (he was at least a foot taller then her) he pressed his lips against hers, pulling her against him. Closing his eyes, he saw fireworks flash across his eyes as she pressed herself against him, tightening her hold around his neck. This time, however, he was in control, and he wasn't going to let her go any time soon.
Later
Temari knocked once on Kankurou's door, which was cracked open. He sat on his windowsill, starring out the window at the sky, which was unfurling in a storm. "Good bye to Kyu?"
He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "Who said you could come in my room?"
"I'm not in your room, baka."
He shrugged, looking outside again. "Not for long; she'll be back."
"I'm sure," Temari said under her breath, backing out from behind the door and heading down the hall.
"I HEARD THAT!" Kankurou called after her.
(A/N: GRIN! Buncha lotta fluffies! . Me like fluffies! Yup yup yup. Review!!! But no flamers...I'm very sensitive right now, and if I get a flamer, I have a feeling I'll just stop writing for a while...SO NO FLAMERS! .)