A/N: I have died. So now updates will take twice as long because of the fact that I will have to communicate them with my BETA from the underworld...
Warning: Read at your own risk... It's Yaoi, and there are plenty of character deaths in this...
Disclaimer: cough FAN fiction...
Chapter 3: We're Going Where!
"How the hell could you let this happen? You were supposed to look out for her!" Yashamaru continued to yell at the two siblings.
"But-"
"What would possess you to leave her like that? How could you be so… so… so stupid?" he fumed and continued his vocabulary onslaught.
"It-"
"I don't want to hear it! This was irresponsible, and that's final. You're a team! Work together - protect each other! You are not supposed to let the other members get raped and beaten to death! You two are completely useless! And another thing-"
Yashamaru gasped in surprised as he soon found himself pinned to the wall by his shirt. Gaara calmly walked over, placing a hand on the hilt of the knife he had just thrown. "We make mistakes, but the objective was completed." He pulled out the knife, only to thrust it back into the wall beside his head. "So we aren't that useless after all." He turned quickly, walking away.
"I'm not-"
He turned around only to glare at his boss. "You may not be done, but I am." He walked out the office doors, and onto the street. He could vaguely hear more obscenities directed at both Kankurou and his now retreated form.
He walked back to their small apartment and into his room. He was angry, more then angry. He was livid. How could he have been so stupid? He was the one who tried to reassure Kankurou that Temari would be okay and look what had happened. He completely blamed himself.
Yashamaru would not even let him near her. Gaara could swear that he had some sort of vendetta against him. He never understood why Yashamaru was so harsh on him. He was almost as bad to Kankurou, but sometimes it just made him wonder.
"Hey Gaara?" Kankurou opened the door slowly, peering into the room. "You sleeping?"
Kankurou heard a rather dramatic sigh followed by something that sounded like "am I ever?"
Gaara sat up to allow more room for his brother to sit down. "What do you want?"
"Well, I just finished talking to Yashamaru."
"You mean you just finished getting verbally abused by him. I didn't hear much talking coming from your end."
Kankurou sighed. He hated when his brother was right. "Well... Look, that's not the point. Temari is in some serious trouble. Yashamaru wants her to go somewhere to rest and recuperate."
"And that means what for us exactly?" Gaara stared back at his brother, taking in all the information.
"Well… we have to go, too. He's going to consider it a vacation for us. That's what he said anyways. I don't really believe that. I think he's wanting to get rid of us, and right now he doesn't trust us with another mission for a while, so..."
"Kankurou, where are we going?"
"He says it'll be good for her. The doctor is really good, and she won't say anything about what happened last night. We won't have to worry about her going to the police."
"You didn't answer my question."
"We won't even be gone for too long. A month at the most."
"Kankurou." Gaara was beginning to lose his patience.
"What?" He finally met his brother's gaze.
"Answer me." Gaara pulled out a small pocketknife and started to flip it open. "Where are we going?"
"The States. Yashamaru says that's where she's at."
"You mean we have to fly? Kankurou!" Gaara slowly started to come unnerved.
This was not good. Gaara did not fly. He jumped off roofs and climbed through windows, but that was only for a few moments. He could not fly in a plane! That was unheard of. He looked down, trying to hide his concerns. It did not seem to work well, and Kankurou spotted it immediately.
"You're not afraid, are you?" He spoke with a slight smirk on his face. If Gaara was scared, he was never going to let him live this down. Why would he have not seen it sooner? They had never left Japan, and when they did travel, they drove. "Oh, this is too funny!" He doubled over in laughter. "The almighty Gaara is afraid to fly? You can't be serious!"
"I'm not afraid. I was...surprised. That's all." Damn his stupid brother for reading him. "I am not afraid to get on a plane, Kankurou." He sent a glare directed at his brother.
"Chill, dude. I was kidding, jeez... No reason to go all death mode on me." He rolled his eyes and got off the bed. "Anyways, you might want to pack. We leave tonight." Kankurou pulled out several tickets, waving them in the air.
"Tonight?" Gaara gripped his sheet, tearing his nails into them.
Kankurou laughed at the almost-missed whine in Gaara's voice. "Awww... don't worry. I'll hold your hand the entire way." His smug look was quickly wiped off his face when the pocketknife became lodged in the wall millimeters from his head. "Maybe not..." He quickly made an exit. "Hurry up and pack."
Gaara groaned loudly, falling back onto his bed. Life was most certainly not fair.
All three siblings waited to board the plane. It seemed Yashamaru spared no expense when it came to Temari's benefit. They had their own private plane. Kankurou was marveled by the sheer size. Gaara, on the other hand, tried to remain calm, digging his nails into the palms of his hand, barely noticing the stinging sensation of ripping flesh. Yashamaru held a sleeping Temari. She had been drugged before the trip, and hopefully she would sleep through it all. If not, he had packed some more for Kankurou to give to her.
"So how the hell did we get our own personal plane?" Kankurou looked back at his uncle, but before he could respond to Kankurou's answer, he walked off the plane.
"It's ours." Both of the dark haired young men stepped off to greet the sand siblings. "You will be taking the ride with Sasuke. It seems my brother has some things to take care of in the States as well." Itachi glanced over at the sleeping female. "Once again, I want to thank you for completing the mission, even with the most unfortunate... side-effects."
"It was not a side-effect! You should have told us he knew." Kankurou glared at the smug look on Itachi's face. "You knew that he was on to you, and you didn't say shit. I think you wanted her to die."
"Yashamaru, control him. I don't have to stand listening to low-life speak to me this way."
Kankurou glared at him, ready to fire off an arsenal of obscenities. "Why you--"
"Kankurou, stop it." Gaara placed a bloodied hand on his brother's shoulder. "Don't waste time."
Kankurou growled in response. Taking Temari from his uncle, he followed Gaara onto the plane.
This is not good. How long did Kankurou say this flight was again? Sixteen hours? How the hell am I supposed to last sixteen hours? Life's not fair. Thank god I'm an assassin; I mask my emotions for a living. I look over at you. What the hell is with that stupid grin, anyways? For a moment our eyes meet, then your gaze drifts downwards. I follow your line of sight to see what has you so amused.
Apparently my nails have dug brand new holes in the Uchiha's upholstery. He shouldn't be too mad. Maybe he won't notice. I slowly loosen my grip and pull my nails out of the dark leather. Okay, so maybe he will notice the pretty white marks permanently placed in the armrest.
I glare back up at you. I heard that damn snicker you tried to cover. Damn older brothers. I swear, you really are such a bother sometimes. My gaze is redirected over to Sasuke.
He's been sitting there the entire time, staring intently at Temari. It seems Yashamaru doesn't even trust us to watch her while she's asleep. I heard him talking to Sasuke before the plane took off, telling Sasuke to watch her, because "we fuck up too much." Well, at least he's not stupid enough to try anything. Not with both of us here. Then again, we wouldn't be too bright to kill him right now, either. Even though the only other person is the pilot, Yashamaru would have our heads for killing one of the biggest cash cows he has.
I should really stop thinking so much. Maybe I should rest. Yeah, that's funny. Rest and me don't go hand in hand. Besides, I'm ten thousand feet in the fucking air!
"Gaara, you asleep?" I know that voice. My smart-ass mouth answers before I can think, though.
"What do you think?" I open my eyes and find myself staring back into your dark brown ones. I knew you were grinning. I could feel it before I even looked into your eyes. "What do you want?" I sigh and move over, knowing that you are going to want to sit extremely close to me. You always do. I still haven't quite figured that part of you out. It's safe to say we don't have a normal "brotherly" relationship. We're too close for that. Guys don't sit practically on top of each other, at least not the ones that I've seen, and if they did, most of the time it was safe to say that they were fucking.
"Hey Gaara, I don't think Yashamaru trusts us with 'Ri." Well, thank you Sherlock Holmes. If that wasn't the understatement of the year, I've no clue what was.
"You think?" I look back at you. For once I don't feel like blushing or anything like that. Oh no, you always have to ruin my moments. Where the hell do you think your hand is going? I can feel your grip on my thigh. Now, I know brothers don't do this. I try backing up, but find my head pushed back into the seat. I almost stutter your name out as you lean closer to me.
"That's not very nice, Gaara. Why do you always call me names?" I can tell that you're testing my nerves. You know it's working. If it were someone else looking at me, they would still see me staring back blankly, but not you. I don't know how you do it, but you see everything.
I am saved from whatever you're trying to pull though. As much as I hate to say this, thank you Sasuke. Your attention is now drawn away from me when Sasuke clears his throat. Your hand still hasn't left my thigh, but at the moment I don't really mind. It's not trying to intimidate me anymore. I can almost feel calm, almost.
"Oh yeah, what kind of business do you have to attend to in the states anyways?"
"Nothing. Don't worry about it." Sasuke turned his gaze out the small window to stare at the vast ocean below.
"Well if it was really "nothing," then you wouldn't have come with us. The great Sasuke doesn't travel ten hours for nothing."
Sasuke sighed. "I need to go see someone."
"Oh, so you have some hottie waiting for you in the states." Kankurou grinned teasingly at him; the deep purple kabuki make-up made his look sinister. "I was wondering why Itachi wasn't coming. You two are never separated. Probably doesn't want to hear you two going at it all night. Then again, he might, that way he can jack off to all the shrieks and screams coming from the bedroom."
"Kankurou."
"I always thought he'd be kinky like that." Kankurou had an almost wistful look on his face.
"Kankurou."
"Then again, he would just be reminded that he was alone, so maybe it was a good idea that he stayed home."
"Kankurou!" Sasuke's head looked like it was about to pop off. The spiked style of his hair made him look somewhat like a disturbed cat rudely awoken. "I am going to see my wife!"
"Wife? You have a wife? Why the hell didn't we know about this? I mean you employ us, so it would make sense if we knew that. Why does she live in the States, anyways? If she was your wife, wouldn't she live with you?" Kankurou, in his infinite state of shock, just kept rambling.
"Kankurou, just shut up." Gaara let out a heavy sigh. He tried to fend off the impending headache. 'Only eleven more hours... Only eleven more. Awww... who the hell am I kidding? This is going to take forever.'
After several more hours, Kankurou finally went to sleep. The only people left were Sasuke and Gaara; Temari had not even stirred the entire trip.
"Hey, Sasuke?" Gaara leaned over his knees, staring back at his employer. "So what's this doctor like?"
Sasuke sighed. He had wanted to avoid this conversation, and he knew where it would lead. Then again, maybe it would not. Out of the three of them, Gaara had remained the enigma. He never talked when it did not concern either a mission or his siblings.
"She's nice. She's very skilled when it comes to medicines and healing people, both physically and mentally. Frankly, she's the best, underground or not. Yashamaru hopes to get your sister back to the way she was before this happened. If she can't do it, no one will."
Gaara nodded. He had other questions in mind, but for now he did not want to ask. He was happy with the information Sasuke had given him. Sasuke was not one to give out praise, so what he said would have to be true. He was not the type to over exaggerate anything. He seemed almost relieved that Gaara went back to staring out the window.
They would be there soon, right?
DK's Notes: Gah! I need to stop working so much, and procrastinating. Thank you to everyone that waits so patiently for this. I really do appreciate the ones that read it. Even more to the ones that review. So with that said... Read and Review dammit! That way I will appreciate you more! Yeah, I know this is short, and simple. The majority of it was to set up for the new chapter!
Junsui Kegasu's BETA Notes: Yay! A lovely, lovely little chapter… I quite enjoyed it. I think this is one of my better BETA jobs, too. And now, I am off to get dressed (2:25 PM :3) and go to the swings! Yay! Ohio's getting weather in the 60's! I would've been happier with the thunderstorm of last night, though…
