-Sibling Rivalry!
"What are you going on about?" The puppeteer inquired starring at his sister as she chuckled wildly. Temari only continued to laugh whilst dusting the saw dust and sand from her already untamed morning hair.
"Gaara?" The boy turned to his brother for an answer. The 12 year old however ignored him as usual and instead flung a note book a sandal and several objects into the hall at Temari, who, with much effort, dodged them before running and laughing right past Kankuro and straight into the bathroom locking the door behind her.
"HEY! I wasn't done with my face paint! TEMARI! Open the door!" Even the running water of the shower didn't block out her continuous laughter and snickering. Turning again to Gaara Kankuro raised an inquisitive eyebrow .
"Did you put something in her Folgers? What did she do to you?"
"Leave it." The ginger responded before walking back into his room. However, since Temari had locked him from the bathroom, he had nothing to do until she got out since his "paint stick" as he liked to call it, was still in there.
Moving to follow his brother the puppet master stopped as his foot crunched on something. A crumpled up piece of paper? Leaning down to unfold it he read to himself, 'How long have I dreamt, of wrapping my sand around, your pale slender neck.' Huh?
Moving into brothers room Kankuro was met with immediate hostility.
"I said leave it Kankuro!"
"HEY! Relax. I'm your big brother! I'm not gonna harp on you like Temari. Just tell me what the hell is going on."
"Were set to leave at 8, shouldn't you finish your make up?"
"It's face paint, FACE PAINT, and Temari locked me out of the bathroom."
"Well…go put some clothes on."
"Don't try to change the subject. What are all these?" he commented kicking at the various papers about the floor.
"…"
Kankurou leaned over picking up another note from the floor. "For Hinata, 'Beaten close to death , harshly by your own brethren, ask and i'll kill him.'" Kankuro slowly raised his un-evenly lined eyes from the paper to his brother.
"You-"
"GET. OUT. Now." Gaara warned as a thin tornado of sand began to swirl about Kankuro's ankles. He'd had enough of being humiliated this morning. It was bad enough he couldn't get that stupid weak girl out of his head, but now the shrill ring of Temari's laughter wouldn't leave him alone either.
"Wait! Wait! Wait man! I find nothing humorous about what your going through. Temari's not a guy so she doesn't understand."
"…" slowly the sand dispersed from around the elder brothers ankles.
" Alright Gaara," Kankuro sighed motioning to Gaara's bed, "Let's have a man talk."
"A…man talk?" Kankurou puffed out his chest as he nodded his head yes. Gaara joined him sitting dejectedly beside him on the bed. As confused as he was feeling lately what was the worst Kankuro could say.
"Now you see, your at that age…where a boy starts to notice girls, and that is the best time in a young mans life. However, girls your age are just starting to develop, so its hard to find decent ones. That's why K-puppet only goes for the older ones."
"K…puppet?"
"That's what the ladies call me." Kankuro replied with a smirk nodding slowly. Gaara blinked a few times.
"K..puppet…"
"Yep. See I have anywhere from seven to eight girls at a time, and managing them is just like controlling Karasu; You pull their strings right, and you get the results you want to.
"…"
"Understand?"
"No."
"Okay, its like-"
"I don't see how this…man talk is suppose to help me."
"Alright. Alright. You like this Hinata, right?"
"…"
"So you don't need to write her poems, all you have to do is stroll up to her and say, Hey cutie, I like your ," Kankuro motioned for Gaara to finish his sentence. His younger brother however just continued to stare at him. Kankurou repeated again. "Hey cutie I like your…beautiful eyes?…soft hair?…adorable face…"
"the way your blood splattered across the chunin exam floor and how I stepped in some accidentally during my fight with that thick eye browed boy and it remained on my shoe and later that night I could still smell the metallic tang of it so I kept that sandal and haven't washed it since?"
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"Yea, something like that. Now your getting it! But when you say it to her you gotta say it real smooth like-"
"What the hell are you telling him?" Both looked up to Temari who had emerged from the shower, her hair and body wrapped in a two fuzzy purple towels.
"I'm telling him he doesn't need to write stupid poems to get a girl, all you gotta do is walk up to them and-"
"HA!" Temari laughed for the second time that morning, as she made her way back to her room. "You'd be better off listening to old one tails than him." Shaking his head Kankuro patted Gaara twice on the back,
"Listen to K. Puppet." Kankuro stood to head back into the bathroom. "Who the hell is Hinata anyway."
"Do you have like selective memory?" Temari yelled from her room before opening the door and emerging in her bath robe. Continuing the assault on her hair she began her new assault on Kankuro , as she moved back into Gaara's now door less room. "Hyuga Hinata… from the chunin exam…Remember? The little girl who got the snot beat out of her by her brother."
"He was her cousin." Gaara filled in.
"Cousin." Temari corrected herself.
"OH! Kankuro yelled from the bathroom. "A Konoha nin? OH! Now that poem makes sense. You know, I thought those two chicks who knocked each other out were pretty hot, I didn't even remember Hin-tata until you said that."
"Hinata." both commented correcting him.
"Whatever. All I'm saying is there were a lot of hot chicks at that exam and some little girl in a bulky coat was the least of my concerns. I mean, there was that fishnet instructor and that other instructor with the white tattered tunic look, oh and there was that girl Temari beat the shit out of, she was kind of cute."
It was a good thing he was in the bathroom shouting as he spoke these words. There was just something very strange about observing a young man with a giant Revlon magenta eyeliner pencil, drawing cautiously on his face and listing off the hot girls he had once observed.
"No one cares who you thought was hot Kankurou, were trying to help Gaara."
"Hey I gave him advice."
"And it was stupid. Now, if you want to get her attention , I think poetry, is a great course of action and maybe you could send her flowers too, oooh or a new kimono. Hyuga is a rich family of Konoha, so she's probably a girl who likes the finer things." Temari stared at her brother in the mirror as she parted her hair into its four parts and began securing the pony tail holders around each section. "The only problem is…your writing."
"…"
"It's disturbing."
"…How so?"
"Gaara, you can't write to a girl about…about seeing her splattered with blood. That's not romantic. You have to tell her things like, like…hmm…like how she reminds you of an oasis in the desert on a hot Suna day. Yea, now that's romance." The girl smiled at herself in the mirror after completing her hair.
"Listen to your sister, on our way to Konoha i'll help you write a real poem. She'll be all wrapped around your finger."
"CORNY!" Kankuro yelled from the bathroom.
"SHUT UP."
"Well it is." The boy came in pulling his black hood over his head and making sure the two cat ear looking sections were pointed up properly. "I already told him what he needed to do."
"Um, I think, as a rather desirable young woman, I know a bit more about romance than you do."
"Yea right! The only thing people desire about you, is your death."
"Kankuro, go play with your dolls and leave this to a pro. I'll write a poem so good even her cousin will be in love with Gaara!"
"WELL, I'll write one so kick ass, it will make her chunin exam beating look like a love tap."
" Listen Gaara, If you take Kankuro's advice, you are going to end up just as alone and deranged as he is. I promise you that."
"But…Kankuro has at least 7 girlfriends."
"HA! Hahaha HA!" Temari for the life of her could not remember the last time she laughed so much. "Oh man," the girl wiped tears from her eyes as she moved back to her room to dress herself and prepare for their trip.
Kankuro winked at Gaara and mouthed the words 'K. puppet' before nodding and heading to his own chamber to prepare Karasu.
Gaara remained seated on his bed even more lost and confused than he was hours ago.
'Useless Siblings.'
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And next the long walk to Konoha in which Temari Kankuro Shukaku and Baki compete to write the PERFECT poem to win the fair maidens hand for Gaara. Ha! before I said poor Hinata. We all should probably be saying poor Gaara.
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Hope your still enjoying it.
-Serena-Chan