Here's the second chapter. Hopefully, it's a lot better than the first one.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. But I do own the plot.

Chapter 2

"NO!!! I AM TWELEVE YEARS OLD!!! I DO NOT NEED A BABYSITTER!!! I'M SERIOUS!!! ONCE I GET HOME I'M GONNA KILL YOU BOTH!!!" Gaara yelled at the top of his lungs. His brother and sister (a.k.a. Kankurou and Temari) had tied him up. They each grabbed an end of the rope and slung it over their shoulders, dragging Gaara, who was sitting up. They were on their journey to find the babysitter's house.

Temari smiled. "No you won't"

"WHY WON'T I?!!!" Gaara sneered.

"Cuz we're your siblings," Kankorou replied.

"THAT DOESN'T MATTER!!!"

"Whatever," Kankurou said. He looked at Temari. "Are you sure it's a good idea to go to the Caribbean and leave Gaara alone with someone we hardly even know?"

"WHAT?!!! YOU GUYS ARE GOIN' TO THE CARIBBEAN!!! WHAT ABOUT ME?!!! I WANNA GO!!!"

Temari shook her head. "No. You know how obsessed you are with sand. We don't want to you kill off everyone on the beach."

"I HATE YOU!!!"

"I love you too."

"Finally! We're here! Geez... Gaara. You're getting a little heavy," Kankurou commented.

Gaara gave him a death glare. "ONCE I'M UNTIED, I'M GONNA RIP YOU LIMB FROM LIMB!!!"

His brother and sister ignored him. Temari rung the doorbell. A purple haired Jounin opened the door. "Hello! Uh..." Anko looked from side to side. "Where's the baby boy I'm supposed to baby-sit?"

"YOU TOLD HER I WAS A BABY?!!!!!!!!"

He was ignored. "Hey! You're those sand nin at the Chunnin Exam!" Anko exclaimed as she spotted their hitai-ate. She prepared to do a jutsu.

"You want money or not?" Temari asked flatly.

Anko dropped her hands and plastered a smile on her face. "Please, right this way," she said as she side-stepped to let them in.

Temari, Kankurou, and Gaara peered in. The house was filled with ramen containers. You could barely make out the floor. Gaara cringed. He did NOT like ramen.

Temari shook her head. "No thanks. We just came to drop him off. Kankurou and I are gonna be late for the plane if we don't hurry up," she bent down and pinched Gaara's cheek. "Be a good boy. I love you." Then, she and Kankurou skipped off into the sunset, even though it was mid afternoon.

"I HATE YOU PEOPLE!!!" Gaara yelled after them.

Anko scratched the back of her head. "What do I do now?"

Gaara's head snapped around to face her. "UNTIE ME!!!"

Anko smiled. "Now now. This won't do. Rudeness is not the key. Come along," she grabbed an end of Gaara's rope and dragged him inside her house. She stooped down to look into his petite green eyes. "What do you wanna do now? Play with a puzzle? Make a macaroni necklace?" she suggested.

"UNTIE ME!!!"

Anko clapped her hands together. "Oh I know!" She skipped into her living room. A few seconds later she was shoving items into his face. "Do you like these? I picked them out, just for you!"

"DO I LOOK LIKE A FREAKIN BABY TO YOU?!!!!!!" Gaara bellowed at Anko.

She looked down at the piles and piles of baby clothes and toys. She took out her life's savings to pay for these clothes and toys. And all of the things that she had purchased were non-refundable (no money back...guaranteed!). Then she got an idea. A horrible, awful idea. She smiled evilly at Gaara. "Do you like the ones with duckies or piggies?"

"NONE!!! NOW, I DEMAND YOU UNTIE ME THIS INSTANT!!!"

"Piggies it is!"

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"

"MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!"

Within seconds, Gaara was untied and dressed in a baby's outfit (cuz how can anyone get dressed while tied up? Even if it was forced), covered in piggies. In other cases, Gaara would've killed her in an instant. Unfortunately, she was as fast as Lee when it comes to putting on baby's clothes, his sand could not keep up with him. He was turning blue with loss of oxygen (the baby's clothes were a little bit small.).

Anko stood up and looked him over. "Awww! So cute! Hugs!" she dived on the poor thing and began to squeeze him to death. Gaara didn't even have a chance to get his sand barrier up. He was trying to focus on taking small, gasping breaths.