Ok. This is my first story. I'm not sure how people will like it or if it's even funny. It's in Temari's POV but may change later on. I hope you enjoy it. It'll become a Gaara story later on.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. If you do and would like to give the rights to me that's fine. I'll be happy to take it off your hands.

Sand. Sand. Sand. Sand. Sand. SAND!
"I'M TIRED OF ALL THIS DAMN SAND! IT'S ALL OVER THE HOUSE!
Gaara! Kankurou! Get out here!"

"What? What?" Kankurou came out and said with a tired look on his face.

"Where's Gaara? He should be here and listen to this. It's his fault."

"It's WHOSE fault?"

"H-huh?" I turned around slowly to see Gaara sliding out from one of the many piles of sand on the ground. "Oh. Gaara. You're here. Look at this place! It's COVERED in sand."

"What's the problem?"

"Look. Look at that over there. What does that look like?"

"Ooo. Ooo. I know! A pile of sand right?" Kankurou answered while jumping up and down waving his hand in the air like a child.

"Very good Kankurou. It's a pile of sand. But take a closer look. What do you see?"

"Hmmm. Raccoons?"

"Right again Kankurou. You see that Gaara? All this sand is attracting animals. Raccoons of all things."

"Yes. But they're my friends. They live in this pile and the two in your room."

"T-t-the two in my room! You mean I've been sleeping in a room with filthy raccoons!"

"They're not filthy Temari, they're my friends."

"Well. I hope they don't have names. Because they're sure as hell not staying here."

"Nooo Temari. I'll k-"

"Yea. Yea. I know. I know. I've heard it all before. You'll kill me if I don't let them stay. I've heard it all before. And frankly, I'm tired of it. I'm tired of sleeping with one eye open and stuttering whenever you're around. And so is Kankurou. Right Kankurou?"

"Um..."

"Right Kankurou?"

"Well... you see..."

Pulling out my fan I smack it against my hand, deepen my voice(it creeps Kankurou out), lower my head and say, "Right Kankurou?"

With a loud gulp, Kankurou manages a"R-right Temari-san. You're right. As usual. And also beautiful, and smart, and funny, and did I mention the guys love you?"

"Aaah. Stop Kankurou. You're making me blush."

"It's all true. Well, I'm assuming it is, you wrote it after all."

"Ahaha. Wrote it all for you? I don't know what you mean. You're only saying that because you're shy. I can understand that. But guys love me? I suppose that's right."

"Yea. You know, I've even seen some girls drooling over you."

"Ok Kankurou. That's enough"

"I mean they look at you with stars in their eyes. And I hear them say things like 'that Temari, she's so pretty' and 'I've heard she's single, maybe I'll go after her' and even 'I heard her legs are so smooth, like soft, vanilla pudding...'"

"Kan-ku-roooooouuuu! That's enough"
"Soft, vanilla pudding?" Gaara rambled.

"No Temari. I didn't, I don't, "
"Soft, vanilla pudding?" Gaara continued. Then wandered to one of the bigger stacks of sand which probably was where the fridge was. I wouldn't know. From what I've heard, I'm a bad cook. I don't understand why. The blackened chicken we had last night and the char broiled steak the night before that was delicious.

"Kankurouuuuu. Have you seen sound village? I heard its beautiful this time of year."

"No Temari. Noooooooo..." I took my fan and swung it sending Kankurou and piles of sand through the kitchen wall.

"Aaaaaaaah..."

"Well Gaara, job well done." I looked over to Gaara with a smile and saw him go pale(well, paler than usual which is really impossible) and drop the bowl of vanilla pudding to the ground.

"What's wrong?"

"What have you done?"

A/N: And now I will leave you with a cliffhanger because I'm like that. If you like the story or don't or have suggestions please tell me. I'm happy to hear them.