Here I'm using a traditional Japanese style bathroom. They bathe outside the tub which is filled with hot water. After bathing, the Japanese climb in the tub and relax. They have a small shallow buck for dumping water on themselves.

"Previously I would have said 'hell no' but allow me to rephrase that into a more appropriate NO WAY IN HELL!" He turned his head and changed the channel. Gaara continued to stare at him. "What?"

"I want to know where babies come from."

"No."

"I want to know."

"No!"

Gaara sighed and pulled his knees up to his chin. " I guess I don't need to know. It's not like I came from the same place as normal children. I wish Mom was here, she would tell me…."

"GOD DAMMIT!" Kankurou shot off the couch and pointed at Gaara accusingly. "NO! NO! NO! I will NOT be guilted into…" Gaara rubbed his eyes and sniffled. "Asshole. You are an asshole. Babies come from people. A boy meets a girl, they…do stuff, the girl gets pregnant , the baby pops out. If that is not enough detail for you, go to a library and look it up. YOU ASS!"

"That was a terrible explanation. You didn't even go into meiosis or the nine month gestation period. Are you trying to raise me ignorant?" Gaara glared at him. "Who's the ass now?"

Kankurou twitched and made a move to choke Gaara. "I'm going to…"

"Mom, Dad's trying to kill me again."

"Stop…trying to kill…our son!" Temari managed between laughs. Kankurou sat down and glared at Gaara. The young boy was getting a laugh out of his misery. He could tell but he couldn't resist the power of the guilt trips.

Gaara made a slow blink and turned to face the kitchen. "Mommy, can Daddy take a bath with me?"

Kankurou's jaw dropped. "Sure! I certainly can't do it! Kankurouu!"

"You two are obviously terribly stupid so I will go into an explanation of HELL NO! Hell No, exclamation, meaning: Even if we were in hell, there would be no circumstances that I would EVER do that. EVER! Gaara could be filthy for the rest of his LIFE! I would NEVER…EVER! EEEEEEVVVEEEEER! Bath him, with him, or by means of a ten foot pole touch his naked body."

Gaara sighed. "NO!" his irate brother intercepted. "NO! I am not going to listen to another of your guilt trips. It's not going to work!" He plugged his ears and started humming.

The young sand ninja was not stupid and had anticipated this turn of events. He grabbed a piece of paper from the top of the TV and showed it to Kankurou. It was a crayon drawing of Kankurou and Gaara. Kankurou was saying "I luv u Gaara" and Gaara was captioned as saying, "Yay. Sum1 luvs me!" Kankurou looked at it like it was a bomb then looked at Gaara who crumpled it up and tossed it over his shoulder then sat down on the couch in a little ball.

Kankurou gritted his teeth and squeezed his fist. His little brother was a sadist. A twisted and evil being that shouldn't be allowed out of hell. He grabbed Gaara by the back of the shirt and hauled him up the stairs. "Okay. These are the rules, you little…." The older boy practically had to bite his tongue to avert the list of curses. "Don't touch, don't look. Don't… just don't do anything but breathe and that is a privilege I'm willing to take from you."

Gaara nodded and went to his room to get his clothes. Temari was waiting at the door. Her face was red and streaming with tears of laughter. She stumbled over to him. "You are so sick and evil." She bowed. "Teach me you ways."

"Mmmm, just watch and observe. I'm sure you'll pick up on the finer points eventually," he said with a shrugg and patted her on the back as he passed. Kankurou was in the bathroom brushing his teeth somewhat violently. Gaara took his toothbrush and began brushing as well.

Just to annoy him, Gaara spit when we spit and brushed in time with his strokes. It was working only slightly as Kankurou tried to brush at random intervals but without fail Gaara mimicked him.

"Are you trying to make me kill you?" Kankurou growled after spitting.

"I just want to be like my big brother. Is that so wrong?"

"I hate…." He didn't want to finish that sentence. Gaara would guilt him like it was going out of style if he said it. "I hate this toothpaste. It tastes bad." He put his toothbrush down and pulled his shirt over his head, glaring at Gaara the entire time.

Gaara followed suit and took off his shirt. He waited for Kankurou to continue. They stared at each other for a long time. The older boy twitched and turned his back as he pulled his pants down.

"I see London, I see-"

"FINISH THAT AND DIE, BRAT!!!" He screamed over his shoulder. Gaara had already begun to take off his clothes and the sat outside the tub, adjusting the water temperature.

Kankurou growled and stomped over to the other stool and sat down. He snatched the showerhead from Gaara and wet his hair and body. Gaara snatched it back and did the same. Kankurou snatched it again to finish what he started.

"Wash my hair, daddy."

"Okay….new rule. If under the fucked up situation that we are both naked and in close proximity to each other, the use of the word 'daddy' is strictly prohibited under penalty of death." Kankurou grabbed the shampoo bottle and glared at Gaara. "Death, Gaara. I will find a way to kill you." He put some of the soap in his hands and rubbed it on his little brother's head. "God, will I kill you."

"I like my hair washed twice."

"ONCE, brat."

Again there was that sigh. "But how will I wash out the sins if I only wash it once?"

"I hate you."

"But I love you."

"You're going to hell."

"And I'll think of our little family everyday of my burning punishment."

Kankurou twitched and rinsed Gaara's hair. He shampooed it again then conditioned it. With a snort, he finished with his brother and started on himself. Grumbling in between soap bubbles. It was disgraceful but he had a soft spot for Gaara he couldn't explain. Stupid brats. Stupid little brothers. Stupid older sisters. Stupid family.

Gaara tapped him on the shoulder when he had finished washing his hair. "Wash my back?"

"You can wa-"The sentence ended in a growl. He knew that resistance was indeed futile. "Turn around." He took his towel and scrubbed the pale skin on his little bro's back. "If anyone hears about this outside our family, I'll kill you."

"So you keep saying. Could you get that spot on my shoulder, it itches," Gaara said with a yawn. Kankurou growled and scrubbed his shoulder. When he was done, he tossed the towel at Gaara and grabbed his own. He turned and began to wash his face.

Gaara couldn't help but to notice the scars on the older boy's back. They laced around his shoulders and spine. "What are those scars from?"he blurted reaching out to touch one.

"Karasu and Kuroari," Kankurou answered plainly. We felt a warm towel on his back and turned around. Gaara didn't look at him was he carefuly washed his brother's back. Kankurou sighed and turned back around to let Gaara finish. "They're heavy and when I started to carrying them I screwed up a few times with the blades and stuff. But what can you do."

Gaara shrugged and stood up. He sank into the bathtub. The hot water felt nice. He draped his arms over the side of the tub and rested his head on the cool porcelain. He watched Kankurou for a moment then closed his eyes letting the water heat his blood. Not long after his brother climbed in beside him, causing the water to overflow some. He felt Kankurou's arm hit his as he draped his arms over the edge and rested his chin on the edge. They were silent for a few minutes.

"Hey, Dad?"

"...What?"

"When I grow up…I want to be just like you."

"God, I hate you." Gaara chuckled at this and covered his mouth trying to stop but he couldn't. Kankurou smiled and put his hand on young sand nin's head. His little brother looked up. "You know what? I wonder if sand…FLOATS!" He dunked his brother under the water and jumped out trying to escape before any retaliation but sand grabbed him and sent him to the ground with a quickness. Kankurou looked back at the tub. Gaara's hand grabbed edge of the tub and he raised himself out of the water.

"…You're so dead."