A/N: Damn my over worked ass, and not being able to write. I hope you enjoy this

Warning: Yaoi, rape, violence and such

Disclaimer: I will never own Naruto. If I did, it sure as hell wouldn't have been dubbed.


Chapter 2: Mismatched Eyes

I sit on my bed staring at the ceiling, staring blankly into the darkness. This mission, it just doesn't seem right. I can hear the shuffling of my siblings outside the door. They call for me, but I don't answer. They know me well enough. I just need a few more minutes.

"Gaara, get your red-headed ass out here."

Sigh, so much for that. I remove my eyes from their ever-present gaze at the ceiling, and bring my feet to the floor below. I move through the darkness and make my way to the sliver of light stubbornly trying to invade my room. I crack the door open slowly, and find both my sister and my brother waiting for me.


"I swear Gaara, even for a killer's standards you're so morbid looking." Temari impatiently tapped her foot, ready to leave.

"Give him a break 'Ri. I mean hell not all of us can dress up like a hooker, some of us have to be stealthy." Kankurou wiggled his fingers in her face for emphasis.

Gaara took this time to look over his siblings. Temari really did look like a hooker, not a cheap one, more of a high class than most. Her hair was no longer light, but took on a darker tone. Gaara was instantly reminded of mud. Her eyes were just scary; a green that almost rivaled his own. She was no longer Temari, not with those eyes, her sheer red top, and push up bra that made her just another scantily clad female walking the streets. The black pleated skirt reached just below her ass, although most of her legs were still covered by her thigh high boots. Gaara fully agreed with Kankurou's statement.

"Well you know Kankurou, we could always dress you up like a woman and you could do it for me." She sneered back at her older brother.

"No thanks. I don't think I'd play a women's role very well. I'm too dominant." He gave a perverted grin, and ducked when Temari went to hit him.

A bored voice soon broke both siblings from the impending argument. "Can we hurry up and do this?"

"Oh yeah. Sure thing, Gaara, I just want to go over the mission again." Both siblings nodded and waited for her to continue.

"Okay. So after I get him into the bedroom alone, you two will go into his office. Use whatever methods you can to break into his files. I will kill him and then let you know that it's done. If I run into any problems you'll come help me right?" She looked at her brother expectantly.

Kankurou spoke up. "I mean, yeah, we'll help you, but you're better trained then any of us. I don't see why you would need our help. You've done this countless time 'Ri, what makes this any different?"

"What makes this different, dumbass, is we don't know his strengths. And in all likely-hood, he already knows about us, hence this," she spoke while making exaggerated motions around her face.

"Okay, Okay. Hell, you didn't have to go all postal on me."

Temari glared back at her younger brother. "I am not going postal."

"Are we done? By the time you two get done arguing Hatake will be dead by old age and the Uchiha will have lost another billion dollars." Gaara leaned up against the wall, watching the scene in front of him.

Kankurou walked over, calmly placing a hand beside Gaara's head. "I didn't know you cared." He spoke leaning down to his brother's face.

"I don't." Gaara looked back into his eyes, forcing down the heat from his face. He was still Gaara, and he was not going to blush because of the close proximity. "So unless you plan on kissing me, I suggest you move."

He couldn't help himself, and laughed softly. "I could do that, you know." He brought his head down closer, never once breaking the ongoing staring contest. Gaara could feel his breath ghosting across his lips.

"Sorry, I would hate to break up this little make out session, but we need to get going. Kankurou, get off your brother, and Gaara why would you dare him to do that? You know he will. He's just not right." She tapped her head to elaborate. "I swear, I don't know what to do with you two sometimes."

"Awww. You lucked out this time." Kankurou grinned at the redheaded boy, placing a small peck on his cheek. "Maybe next time?" Gaara just stared back at him with the same indifferent stare. No one noticed when he turned around his hand came up to his cheek, brushing the spot where Kankurou's lips had touched.


Temari waited silently sipping a glass of water. 'I know he should be here any minute. He's already an hour late. This is ridiculous.' Her rant was quickly cut off when her target walked through the door. She let out a long sigh as he took a seat next to her. His tailored suit defined his cut body. Unruly hair strategically covered his left eye. Temari noticed that beside that one eye, everything else was covered. He even wore a mask around his mouth, and nose. Neither of them spoke for quite some time; Temari almost jumped out of her seat when he turned to speak to her.

"How about I buy you a drink? You can't be too happy being around all these drunk people, and you're still sober." His face was fully covered, but Temari could have sworn he was smiling from the crease in his eye.

She put on her sweetest smile. "That would be nice. Jack and coke is fine with me."

He nodded and waved the bartender away to make the drinks. "Oh, I'm sorry. I never did get your name, Miss..."

"Call me Kanna." She extended her hand. He placed a kiss on her palm through the mask.

"That name doesn't suit you, but it's pretty nonetheless." He still hadn't let go of her hand. "And what kind of work are you in, Kanna?"

"I'm just a dancer. I make money whenever and wherever I can. It's so hard to make a living, but I have some very loyal customers." She stirred her finger in the drink the bartender had placed in front of her. "I'm sure you'd be one too." She slid her finger into her mouth, sucking off the liquid.

"Well, maybe we should test that out now, shouldn't we?" He waved the waiter over for the check.

"Oh, I don't know. I am high class, and highly paid. I don't think you can afford me. Besides, I don't even know your name, or what you do." She taunted him slightly, trying to hold him off as long as possible. If she was that quick to go back to his house he would know something was up.

"Aw, just when I got my hopes up. My name is Kakashi; you don't need my last name, or what I do for a living. I have well over enough money to buy out every girl like you, so I don't think I will have a problem. Who knows, bye the end of the night, it might be you that should pay me. I might really be that good."

Temari shuddered as he whispered in her ear. 'This man is just vile. He may be cute, but hell, I'll kill him for the simple fact that he is talking to me the way he is.' As Temari looked up, their eyes met.

"Your eyes look so familiar, are you sure we haven't met before?"

She looked away, trying to feign shy. "No, I don't visit the bar too often. I was just coming home after my last customer and he dropped me off here."

"Oh." He extended his hand in invitation.

"I still don't know. All my men are quite attractive. I can't even see your face. I don't even know if you are worthy of me." She teased him a little more.

"Well aren't you a picky hooker?"

"Dancer." She glared at him. "Besides, with what I charge, I can afford to be picky."

"Whatever. It's all the same to me. You'll fuck me before the night's over with." Not giving Temari time to answer, he picked her up, and carried her to his car. She tried to "fight" back, but in the end, was thrown into the back seat. "Let's take you back to my place, and you can earn some more, hmm?"

Temari frowned, but inwardly she was gloating. Things were turning out perfectly.


Kankurou sat on the roof, snickering at the conversation between Temari, and Kakashi. "Man this is great. I swear if anyone else ever talked to Temari like that, they would walk around permanently castrated. I can't believe she let him get away with over half that stuff."

Gaara sat against the wall staring blankly at his brother. "Kankurou. If she did anything to show she didn't like that talk the mission would be ruined."

"Why did you have to ruin the moment I was having? I swear, Gaara, you are a stick in the mud. No fun whatsoever. How the hell can I enjoy a mission with you on my team? At least Temari argues with me. You just sit there, staring."

"Missions aren't meant to be fun Kankurou. This is work. I don't feel like arguing with you, it's just a waste of my time." Gaara glared into the darkness, barley making the sillhouette of Kankurou's body out.

"You didn't used to be like this. Hell, you used to have fun with me."

"I was ten, Kankurou. A lot has happened since I was ten."

"You had fun!"

"I was ten!"

"And?" Kankurou threw his hands up in defeat. He perked up upon seeing the car lights in the distance. "They're here."

"I know." Gaara closed his eyes, his trained hearing picking up the crunching of gravel under tires. "We still have to wait until she is upstairs with him, and he is distracted enough."

Kankurou started to glare at him, but seeing as his eyes were closed right now the glare would be ineffective, and wasted. He thought it better to us it when the smaller boy was actually looking at him.


"Well, I think I should earn my keep now." Temari walked over and pulled out a chair that sat in the corner. "Sit."

Kakashi readily obeyed. He started to take off his jacket when Temari stopped him. "I still believe it is my job to make you comfortable, or uncomfortable. Whatever you prefer." She could see him smirking behind the cloth barrier.

"A little of both is good. I think."

She nodded, sashaying her hip as she walked toward him. "I take it you still want that dance?" She slid her hands over his chest and underneath his jacket. She leaned forward sliding the fabric down his back before pulling it off. "Well at least I have something nice to work with."

"I thought all your patrons were attractive? So are you saying that you were lying?"

"Not at all." She threw her leg over the chair and around his shoulder. "It's just not all of them are my type." She slid her hands down his chest, taking joy in the ragged breathing. "I take that you are happy so far?" She felt him nod slowly. Taking her queue to continue, she slid into his lap, grinding herself into him. "I told you I was good."

Kakashi opened his eye's staring back at her. When she tried pushing his hair out of his face, he grabbed her hand. "Sorry doll. The face is off limits. You understand."

"Awww. I just wanted to see what you looked like. You're no fun, Kakashi-sama."

He smirked from her pouting. "Now Kanna, gow can I expect you to be that into me when you have that funny little ear piece in?" He reached his hand up, and removed the device from her ear. Leaning closer to whisper to her. "I think you might be a spy."

"It's just a phone really. Look at me. If I was a spy I 'm sure a man like you would have known right from the beginning."

"Hmm. Maybe I did." He slipped his hands around her waist, holding her to his chest. "Then again I remember where I saw those eyes last. They belong to your brother."


Kankurou and Gaara had turned the entire office upside-down looking for all the files. They had found most of them, but there were still a few more left. Kankurou couldn't help but make faces at the ongoing conversation through he's earpiece. "Hell, she is more of a pervert then either on of us."

Gaara scoffed at him. "You are the only one that's perverted. I've never done anything."

"You would think so, but I believe you have something lying deep inside you." Kankurou spoke in a wise tone reminding Gaara of some high priest.

"Oh, will you just give it a rest, Kankurou?"

"Hey. You are the one who told me to kiss you. So who's the one that's perverted?"

"I--"

"Now Kanna. How can I expect you to be that into me when you have that funny little earpiece in? I think you might be a spy."

"It's just a phone, really. Look at me. If I was a spy, I 'm sure a man like you would have known right from the beginning."

"Hmm. Maybe I did."

"Kankurou lets just hurry up. Temari might need us."

They silently finished their task, not being able to hear her screams on the other end.


Temari lay there, unable to move due to Kakashi's weight pushing her into the floor. For once in her life she couldn't react. He was much to powerful for her, as good as she was, she was nothing against him. "Did you think that I was that stupid? Didn't you think I would have known about those two wanting to get rid of me? I've known for weeks that they've been conspiring against me. I'm just happy they sent something so pretty. At least I can have a little fun."

Temari used all her strength to attempt to push him off. In the end it resulted in the tightening of his pants against her thighs. "There's no way in hell you will ever fuck me you bastard!"

"I told you earlier that you will fuck me tonight, and I never go back on my word."

She struggled even more. He had taken away all of her weapons, the only thing she had were her fists, and those were bound behind her back. Temari was screwed in more ways than she could count right now. She just prayed that Gaara would think of something. Not that she didn't trust Kankurou, but he wasn't much in the way of planning. He was the run in and save her type of guy. She soon felt one of the ropes coming undone; however, Kakashi put an end to it quickly.

"You're not leaving. I plan on killing you and leaving you on Uchiha's doorstep." He brought back his fist, bringing it crashing down on her face. She felt several bones break and her face swell. He wiped away the trail of blood running down her cheek. She spat the blood back into his face.

"Bastard."

He backhanded her, whipping her face into the floor. Once again he brought his fist up, punching her in the face again. He stood up slowly while she was in a daze, kicking her in the ribs, and turning her over. He reached onto his desk where her knife now laid. He found it in her boot earlier. "It's going to be fun killing you. Just think - I will be the only one to ever kill one of the famous "sand siblings."


"Hurry the hell up Gaara! Shit, Temari's in trouble, I know it. We can't even hear what's going on anymore. What if something really bad has happened?"

Gaara tripped Kankurou, and sat on top of him. "You need to calm down. This won't help. We can't run in like that and save her. We don't even know if she really is in trouble. You said it earlier - she's the best we have, so why would she need our help? Also, what if she does? Then we will come in there being loud because you're panicking, and then we'll be dead. Sit and think for a moment."

Kankurou thought for a moment, he really agreed with Gaara, but hell, did he always have to be right? "You talk too fucking much. What's the plan?"

"We're assassins. We sneak in. If she needs help, we help her. If not, then we continue on to meet Itachi and Sasuke, bringing Kakashi's head with us."

Kankurou nodded and flung Gaara off of him with his hips. "Then let's go, shit."

Gaara mumbled something under his breath, and followed quietly behind.

As they neared the door, Gaara could only make out the muffled sounds of a male's voice. Kankurou opened the door slowly. Gaara couldn't believe the sight in front of him. Was that bastard really doing what he thought he was doing? He heard Kankurou shout an obscenity behind him, but by then, it was too late. Gaara had a knife held to Kakashi's throat. "What the hell do you think you are doing to my sister?" Before an answer could even begin to form, Gaara stood there, covered in hot red liquid. He kicked the body aside to gain better access to Temari. She couldn't move, not even to shield her naked body. Kankurou came over, gently placing his long trench coat on top of her.

"Sorry we didn't make it in time, 'Ri." He tried to clean the blood off, but in the end he just smeared it even more. Kankurou was shaking in anger as he picked her up off the ground. He stared down into her now mismatched eyes. One was still the brilliant green that she wore this afternoon, but the other was the same midnight blue Kankurou, and Gaara had looked into millions of times before. The same eyes that brought fear and laughter to him now looked at him vacantly. Now she wasn't their 'Ri anymore. "Gaara...Gaara!"

Gaara couldn't be reached; he sat there next to the dead body of their target, his head on one side, and the rest on the other. Gaara meticulously dug his knife into the flesh tearing out bits, and pieces, grinding the blade against the bone. It was a shame he killed him so fast. He should have paid more. Gaara was nice to kill him the way he did. He deserved so much more. He hurt his family. He felt his blood heat up with madness; he dug deeper into the flesh, frowning slightly, his eyes never betraying him. The ever-present black stare remained. "What?" He never looked up from the mangled torso. Every now and then he would hit a vein that still retained blood, splattering it across his face.

"Stop it. He's fucking dead already. Take that damn head to those fucking Uchiha's, as well as those files. I need to get her somewhere safe. Now go!"

Gaara gave one final stab into the corpse's rib cage, before getting up. Wordlessly he grabbed the head, and files, and leaped out the window into the night.

Kankurou glanced back at the now deformed body, shuddering in disgust. "Let's get you out of here." She didn't move or acknowledge in any way. She just stared back with her mismatched eyes, neither one belonging to Temari.


A/N: I hope my BETA does not kill me I have a feeling she will have a lot of work cut out for her editing this. I am so sorry this took so long! Oh and before I get the expected flames of OMFGWHYDIDYOUKILLKAKASHI! Sorry, but I didn't want to be like everyone else and kill of Orochi, or Kabuto, or anyone like that, so I killed him, and I will probably kill off some other characters that ya'll will be mad at me for. Oh well. It is a warning. DON'T READ IF YOU DO NOT LIKE DEATH! That is all.

Junsui Kegasu's BETA Notes: WAAAAAHHH…Temari! You like raping people, don't you? It's the Nirvana song! Aw, hell, what am I talking about? I like impregnating people…(see two versions of Gaara and Sasori for example) Uh…that's…about it. Some of you already saw my interesting sobbing rant in DWG anyhow…

Wait, never mind the DWG fans ran away at the yaoi.