A/N: Here's the next one! Thanks to all my reviewers, I appreciate your comments like you wouldn't believe. This fic will not be updated for about three to five days because I'm going on vacation... just thought I'd let you guys know.

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"Hate the sin, love the sinner."

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She knew better than most the crimes he had committed; the horrible things he had done without remorse. She knew better than even his brother the murders he had been involved with. She was his sister, after all. It was her job to know. Temari could understand more so than anyone in the world the pain he goes through; she had been there to witness it. She also knows that he is more violent than gentle, more evil than kind, more villain then hero.

Still, knowing all this about him, she doesn't doubt Gaara for a second. It wasn't possible, wasn't conceivable that he would turn and kill his siblings. He may be dark, and he certainly wasn't a savior, but he wasn't evil. People may say so, but Gaara was no demon. He never was. In fact, if people had given him a chance instead of pushing him away simply because of what he was forced to bear inside him, maybe he would be more light than dark. That, however, simply wasn't the case. Temari knows this better than anyone.

Despite not doubting him, sometimes she gets nervous, which is why she thinks she doesn't talk to him that often, if at all. Gaara was lonely, afraid, and confused… The demon inside him certainly was not. The essence of sand locked inside his body was no Gaara, despite what others said. He could change, Temari was sure of this, but the demon could not.

Even though he was more bad than good, more bitter than sweet, more misunderstood than anything else, she still couldn't help but love him. She was his sister, after all. It was her job to love him.

A/N: My first time writing about the Sand ninjas, so if I got something wrong here that I'm not awear of, I aplogize. Also, this is not supposed to be romantic. Just a brother/sister thing.