A/N: Ok yeah so here is Chapter number one! Okay, well it's technically chapter two, but the first chapter was a shot in the past. Blah, Blah, Blah. On to the story! Hurray for KankyGaa. And as always thank you to my lovely BETA JK... Take a bow!

Disclaimer: Gaara and Kankurou are in my dreams... and I own them, right? Yeah, yeah. I don't own anything.

Temari: 25

Kankurou: 21

Gaara: 19


Chapter 1: Mission Stats

"Kankurou! If you don't wake your lazy ass up, I will permanently kill you!" Temari stripped the blankets off of the younger man and proceeded to beat him over the head with her hand.

He stopped the brutal assault and forced her hands behind her back. "Now, don't you think if you killed me, that would be permanent? Unless you know some creative way to bring people back from the dead... If that were the case, I'm sure you would use it on me, right?" He smiled a little bit before pushing Temari off the bed and onto the floor. "I'm up now. Happy?"

"No. We are still going to be fucking late." She got up; while walking away, Kankurou made out something along the lines of "lazy ass bastard, but he let it go. He was too tired to argue with her. Besides, this was the normal routine in the morning.


I swear it amuses me how off we are sometimes. I can still hear Temari yelling at him over the running water of the shower. Kankurou never wants to get up. I'm up before the crack of dawn most times. My insomnia is really bad, so I don't get to sleep much. When I do, it is a blessing, but more often then not, I'm awake.

I turn off the water. I can feel the cold seep into my skin. Damn my thin stature. Temari says I should eat more. She is always telling me how unhealthy I look. It gets to me sometimes, but then again, she is my sister. I can't fault her for caring. On second thought, yes I can. If she tries to shove one more cookie in my mouth in an attempt to make me gain weight, I might just have to kill her.


"Gaara!" Temari whined at the red head in front of her. "You are so skinny! Eat something." She held out a cookie in an attempt to get him to eat it. Gaara just stared back at her. There was no way in hell he was going to eat another cookie. He didn't even like sweets. What was she thinking? "I will make you gain ten pounds before this year is up." She got that evil glint in her eye before she dove on top of Gaara, trying to force the cookie into his mouth.

If it hadn't been for Kankurou, Gaara probably would have eaten an entire box. He was strong, but there was no way he could outmaneuver his older sister. After all, she did have about seven years on him. He knew he was small. It worked out great in the end. Even though he was nineteen, his stature easily got him into middle schools to do some reconnaissance work when he needed to.

'Speaking of which, our meeting with Yashamaru should be soon.' He quickly got dressed to prevent any more coldness from freezing his body completely.


I stepped out of my room only to be greeted with a frustrated Temari. "What's wrong with you?"

She let out a long sigh. "Your damn brother will not get out of bed. No matter how hard I try, he just wont get up! Dammit, Gaara, we have a meeting to go to. I don't need Yashamaru yelling at me."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her comment. She was his little girl, the favorite. "Oh come off it, Temari. You know that you're the baby. You get everything your way. He would never yell at you for being late. He will just blame me and Kankurou, as usual"

"Yeah, I know, but it's still so frustrating! I can't ever get him up." She turned around and stormed down the hall. "I wash my hands of him. You go wake his ass up."


"Kankurou. Get up. We have a meet--" Gaara looked around the room. His brother was not in his bed; in fact, he couldn't see him anywhere in the room. "Kankurou. Where the hell are you at? We have to meet Yashamaru in ten minutes."

At that minute, Kankurou walked out of the bathroom in a towel. "Shit, I'm coming. See? I'm awake and ready. All I have to do now is change." He continued rubbing his disheveled hair in an attempt to dry it.

"What the hell? Shit, Kankurou, warn me next time, will you? That's the last thing I want to see in the morning… Your naked ass." Gaara turned around to walk out, only to have a towel thrown at his head.

"There. Now I'm naked. Care to turn around?"

He paused for a moment. "You're sick, you now that? Now hurry the hell up. I don't feel like hearing Temari or Yashamaru bitch."

"Yes, master."

Gaara shut the door behind him and walked down the hall to meet Temari. "So is he getting up? I'm so tired of getting there late. I can't stand to hear that man bitch, and you know it. I mean then--" She paused to stare at her younger brother. "Hey, Gaara, are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah, why?"

"'Cause your face is kind of...red."

"I'm fine, really." Gaara would be damned if he told her what Kankurou pulled. Besides, this was Gaara standing in front of her, and he does not get flustered or blush, ever.

"Okay, if you say so." She soon diverted her attention back to Kankurou and his laziness, and how it was his entire fault for them being late to the meetings. She proceeded to bitch and moan for another ten minutes before Kankurou exited his room. "About fucking time. Now bring your ass over here. I have been waiting here for the past twenty minutes. We were supposed to be there ten minutes ago!"

"Oh come off it, 'Ri. Yashamaru never gets mad at you. He always just yells at Gaara and me. So you don't have anything to worry about. You are the little princess and you know it."

Her anger ebbed away slowly. "Yeah, you're right. I am." With that she bounced down the hall and out the door.

"I swear. She has got to be bipolar or something. One minute, she is tearing me a new hole in my ass, and the next, she is Miss Merry-fucking-sunshine. I don't get it at all." Kankurou shook his head while leaning on his younger brother to walk.

Gaara just shrugged. "She doesn't yell at me, so I can't say I sympathize with you." Both boys continued at their leisurely pace. Temari was long gone out of their sight. It only took them about five minutes until they walked into their uncle's building. If anyone were to pass it, they would think it was a normal office for real estate, or maybe a dentists' office. Once they walked through that door, they were no longer Temari, Kankurou, and Gaara. They were the Sand siblings, three of the highest paid assassins in the country.

"What the hell took you so long? I have been waiting for twenty minutes." Yashamaru's face burned in anger, and Temari sat beside him tapping her foot, wearing that damn smug smile on her face. Kankurou wanted to knock that look off her face immediately, but knew that it would result in more yelling. He didn't even think it would be possible to lay a hand on her. He tried once, and it wasn't pretty. He shuddered at the memory.


"I swear 'Ri. Why do you have to be so damn mean all the time? You never treat Gaara like this. So why do I get yelled at?" Kankurou was near tears with anger.

"Because he is still young and doesn't know any better. You, on the other hand, know what is supposed to happen during training." She scolded him once again.

Kankurou couldn't take it. She may have been eighteen, and technically she was their guardian, but Kankurou had enough of her attitude. He lunged forward, holding his blade in-between his fingers. He wasn't aiming to kill her, just injure her, so she would think twice before yelling at him again.

Temari slid to the side and ducked the oncoming blade. She grabbed her brother's arm and wrenched it back until a satisfying tearing sound was heard, followed by a scream of complete agony.

"Oh, just so you know, I dislocated your arm, so you will be out of commission for about two months." Kankurou sat there holding his arm while Gaara came up to wipe his tears, trying to comfort him as best as an eleven year old could.

He glared back at her half-heartedly. He should have known better. She was the favorite for a reason. "You're not Mom. You know that. Stop trying to control us."

Temari opened her mouth, but was interrupted by a small voice.

"What's Mom?"


Their cover was almost blown that day. Kankurou and Temari's mom died during an assassination attempt, so they were left with her brother. Yashamaru took them in, but he always favored Temari. Kankurou figured it was because she reminded him of his sister. They looked so much alike. There were only a few minor differences. Temari's hair was kinky instead of straight, and her face was so much colder than Mom's.

Gaara had never met "Mom," so he never knew anything about one. Temari just told him that it was a person they knew before he was born, and he left it at that. He never brought it up again, even after he found out what a mom really was. By that time, he was too cold to care.

Gaara was odd in that way. In front of Temari and him, he had emotions; he could be who he was. In front of everyone else, and even on missions, he was blank and completely unreadable. Even Yashamaru couldn't read into his thoughts, not unless he let him.

By the time Kankurou was finished with his memories, Yashamaru had already started to talk about the mission.

"Alright, here is the information on the target." He passed out a large envelope. "Everything you should need is in there. This shouldn't be too much of a difficult mission. I will leave everything strategically involved to you. You're dismissed."

All three left the room and made their way out the door. "That was complete bullshit. We sat through the entire lecture about being late just to have a package handed to us and walk out." Kankurou rolled his eyes in disbelief.

"Well, yeah. I mean, what happened if this was a mission and we were late? We could have missed the target."

Kankurou waved off his older sister. "See, that's where you are wrong. I will never be late to a mission."

Temari quirked her eyebrow at him before asking, "And why is that?"

"Because we get paid! You just can't be late when money is on the line. No money, no food. No food leads to starvation, which in the end leads to death. So with that logic, I will never be late for a mission, just for the briefing." He smiled back at her frowning face. "Right Gaara?"

The smaller red headed boy just shrugged, not really wanting to step into the middle of this argument. Kankurou was right, but he really didn't want to cross Temari when she was angry. He was surprised Kankurou still did after she dislocated his arm. "Let's just get home and look at this so we can decide what to do."

Kankurou threw his arms around the smaller boy. "It's okay, I know you think I'm right. You just don't want to say anything in front of Temari." He made a face as he spoke her name.

Gaara just shook his head. "You are just too childish sometimes. I swear, it's a miracle that you are twenty-one."

Kankurou just laughed, unwrapping himself from the smaller boy, and continued to walk beside him. "Well, with your cold hearted attitude, it's amazing that I don't get frost bite from hugging you."

Gaara sighed and walked into the house. It wasn't a big place, but it was home. There were three bedrooms and bathrooms. Something about Temari needing her own space, so she had an extra one built. They had a kitchen and a small den. No one really went in there. Most of the time they sat around the kitchen table and talked, or they were outside on the roof training.

They owned the third floor in their building, so no one really came up to the roof besides them three, and that was to train. Well, sometimes Gaara went up there just to get away. He didn't sleep much. He would have reoccurring dreams that even left him unsettled some nights, so when he needed to, he would sit in the roof and stare into the darkness. In some ways, it was comforting.

Once sitting down in their individual rooms, the sand siblings opened up their packages.

Target: Hatake Kakashi

Your objective is to enter his home unseen. Take financial records to prove that he has been laundering money out of the company and into his pocket. After all information has been obtained, kill the target, and leave unnoticed. Meet with your clients at three hundred hours at West Park with information and proof of death. Take precautions. The target is very intuitive and will be aware of your movements.

Weaknesses: Lazy, perverted, chronically late.

Clients: Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Itachi.

There was no need for further explanation. They had done plenty of jobs for the Uchiha brothers. Kankurou had always found it amusing with those two. Both fought tooth and nail with each other, but the minute someone tried to exploit that weakness, they were never heard from again.

The only draw back was his weakness. They all assumed that Temari would have to be the decoy, at least until they got the files secure. This was going to be Temari's kill tonight.


They all sat down at the table, each looking at the other, none wanting to say what was going to have to be done. Finally Temari sighed. "Look, do you think that you will be able to get the files before I have to sleep with him?"

Gaara glared back at her. "You know that there is no way that Kankurou or me would let that happen to you. You will not sleep with another target. The cold edge of his voice sent chills down their spines.

"Yeah, thanks Gaara." Temari stood up and ruffled his hair. "You always were a good little brother." She smiled slightly. "Well, let's go get ready. We have a lot to do."

All three got up from the table and made their way to their rooms. Temari jumped in the shower to prepare herself. Gaara sat in his room packing various weapons into his bag. Kankurou justsat back on his bed.

'Why do I have a bad feeling about this?'

Dark's notes: Ok yeah, so this will be my third attempt at trying to upload this. Fanfiction doesn't like me too much right now. I still can't review anything! Grr... well yeah I hope ya'll enjoy this. As always R&R!

Junsui Kegasu's BETA Notes: Yay! Nekkid Kanky! JK is pleased…MERRY CHRISTMAS, PEOPLE! WH00T!