"Assasinate him."
"Hai! Kazekage-sama.."
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Title: Love
Author: Chibi-nin-Adara
Disclaimer: I am not Masashi Kishimoto. Therefore I do not own NARUTO.
Summary: Love only yourself and fight only for your sake. The true life of Sand Siblings.
Warnings: This fiction contains spoiler and some minor language.
Prologue One: Temari
Those possessed by the badger demon , shuukaku, become such that they can't have even a single night of decent sleep...If they sleep, their personality is eaten away by shuukaku..Bit by bit..Until they dissappear.
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"Temari..."
In the silence of the night, I hear Kankurou's voice.I wasn't really sleeping, I was sure he wasn't too. Our father was more thoughtful lately and I could capture the familiar look in his eyes, the ones that I had only once saw, when my mother died, when Gaara was born. After we understood what was going on...
"What Kankurou, go to sleep..." I mumbled, pretended to be asleep. But how could I sleep when I knew that my youngest brother was out there, waiting to be killed, was being lied before.
"Temari.." The same voice, anxious. "Yashamaru left just now."
I opened my eyes in an instant. If he was gone, then my father was serious about this. He was serious about killing his own son, killing Gaara...
No, we were taught before, he wasn't Gaara any more. He was chosen to be the demon.. But he never was actually, he was just a little kid.
"Kankurou.." I said harshly, I had to be tough. "Go to sleep."
I can't do anything. I can't save Gaara, neither can Kankurou. Even if we try, my father would make sure that we can't interrupt anything. I remember once that I tried to say something, about Gaara, that maybe we should write him to academy too and I still remember his glare. His cold looks are still making me tremble. I'm afraid of what he can do, I'm afraid of what he might do. As I'm afraid of what he is doing right now.
I closed my eyes and turned my back at him. Soon I heard the footsteps, fading silently and then dissappearing. I sighed.
"Don't die..Gaara.."
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"TE-MA-RII! BREAKFAST!"
I felt the sun hurting my eyes, sending it's mean rays through the curtain of my window, from where it had been opened sligthly. Muttering some words like 'five more minutes' to myself, I turned and pulled the blanket over my face, totally ignoring the voice coming from downstairs.
"Temari!"
It was the same old story. Every morning, I teach Kankurou where he might found food to prepare himself breakfast and every morning I hear his loud voice reaching to my bedroom.
"Alright Alright, Shut up already!" I yelled back at him, sitting up at the edge of the bed. As I got up to go to the bathroom to wash my face.
Things had been like this after my fathers death. And now, Gaara is calmer, since the end of the chuunin exam. I heard him once, telling Kankurou that it was because of that hyper kid, Uzumaki Naruto. He was really strange, but deep down each one of them were. Like Nara Shikamaru...
"Temariii..." I heard Kankurou in a complaining voice.
"COMING!"
He was near making me crazy, but he was doing this every morning until now any way. I feel like, we have a bond now. Between the three of us.
When I walked down, I shot a glare at Kankurou and he grinned at me, knowing my anger doesn't last much at those two. I can see his true personality, when he was not wearing his paint. I can see clearly that how young he really is... And each time I see his face, it gets harder to get mad at him. Because I remember how worried he was over Gaara, even after several times he tried to kill us. But we both knew that it was not really him, it was the demon inside him. And slowly we had buried the evil but we were never succesful until Naruto showed up.
"Morning.." I heard Kankurou saying, probably behind his huge grin which he kept on his face just to make me annoyed.
"Go morning yourself.." I mumbled, repeating the same ritual, just a sibling fight between us.
"Temari." Another voice, softly called, holding both 'good-morning' and 'I'm hungry' in it.
I stopped for a little while before continuing what I was doing. I liked this feeling, I liked getting used to the presense of his warm behaivour. It was always the glare and I handed him his breakfast but now..I wasn't surprised when he softly called my name to ask for food.
He was no longer a demon, he was only Gaara, my little brother...
And we will all eat breakfast in the same table, 'cause that's what siblings do. And I love my brothers..