Chapter 3.

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The tip of a black paint brush rose to Temari's lips, her delicate lips parting to nibble slightly on the end of the brush. The paint brush had little chips on the handle; a light tan color peeked out of the black.

"Ah, this is so stupid!" Temari rose to her feet and dropped her brush onto the ridge of the painting easel. "I can't draw a single thing! Pathetic…" The blonde kunoichi groaned, taking a hand to her head to take her temperature. She brushed her golden bangs out of her pale face and compressed her hand down to the top of her facial area. Burnin' hot. Temari winced at the warmth of her forehead and sat back down to relax her tense muscles. Her hand twitched half-heartedly, tired as she was; to paint was an obstacle. The blue walls seemed to close in on her, Temari's imagination indeed.

The door opened. Temari leaped from her seat in front of the easel and struggled for breath. Breathing heavily, she turned to see who was intruding into her room. Kankuro. Psh. Hadn't Temari seen enough of Kankuro?

Temari closed her eyes, sighing intensely and sitting back to her seat. She stared in disgust at her unfinished art, picking her brush back up and stroking majestic purple onto the nearly completely white board. The blonde kunoichi could tell that Kankuro was standing still near her door, gazing at Temari's strokes on the board. Temari lowered her eyes, colors flowing out of the brush.

The siblings were silent for a complete hour, Kankuro did not bother to leave, speak, or sit down to respite his legs. Temari felt a tinge of pain flicker across her forehead, realizing not only was she sick, but had a mild migraine. Taking a step forward, Kankuro reached out a hand towards his elder sister. Temari instantly slapped it away, pure instinct of knowing he would do so.

"Nice art…" Kankuro spoke softly, motioning the easel with plenty of graceful strokes and shapes. Temari ignored Kankuro, figuring that if she did not think or talk about him, she would forget that she loved him…

"Temari… Can't we talk about this? I know it's weird to think like this! We should forget it and move on. You know what-"

"Shut-up! You don't!" Temari's cross voice rose out. She did not get the hassle to rise from her chair to speak face-to-face with her stubborn younger brother. Temari closed her eyes forcefully, refusing to let the tears drip down her cheeks flushed cheeks. Kankuro let his arms limp by his side, blushing a deep crimson.

"Fine. It won't matter anyways. I'm leaving today to go to Konohagakure. Goodbye, sister." Kankuro spoke softly. He held his breath for any sign of protest, but none was made. He gave a miserable smile and touched her shoulder, a pain running throughout his body. Temari trembled under Kankuro's touch. A second later, she turned to reason him out of leaving, but failed… Her younger brother had already left the room.

"Kan-" She reached a hand out to grab him, but merely grabbed the air he once stood. "Shit." Temari swore under her breath, a tear swirling down her cheek, and then disappearing insignificantly. She weakly rose to her feet, the paint brush dropped with a surprisingly long, continuous tap…

Kankuro held his bag close to himself, securely attaching it to a rope near his Karasu. Kankuro gave a heartbreaking smile to Temari's door, which was closed ever so quietly. He approached the room with a pause in his steps, stopping slightly and continuing his journey downstairs to leave his wonderful home…

"Kankuro!" Temari plunged down the stairs, screaming his name over and over again. Was he gone already? Temari felt a throbbing pain to her head and her heart. Knots were forming around her heart. Unable to speak again, she began to weep softly. Crouching down in the kitchen, she covered her hands over her face.

"It was entirely my fault, wasn't it? I'm so useless!" Temari thought as she cried softly. She cradled her face in her hands, not able to show her crimsoned face to anyone. How could she do this…?

Kankuro looked at his home one last time, a fearful look twisted across his face. Was he seriously going to leave like this? He knew that he was certainly not wanted around by his sister. Temari had thought that he loved her that way, and that might have been absolutely true. Even Kankuro himself did not understand how he felt. At all.

Kankuro headed towards the entrance of his house, and paused. He grasped the door handle, and then found himself being hugged by his elder sister.

"Kankuro!" Temari shrieked as she embraced her brother with teary eyes. Kankuro looked thrown off for a minute, then smiled warmly. He held her lightly, unable to speak or cry himself.

"T-Temari… I just came back to-" Kankuro a finger on his lips.

"I don't care. I'm just glad you're back this quickly… You're my brother-" Kankuro winced at the word, "-And I love you. I would hate it if you left!"

Temari took a step back and smiled warmly to her younger brother. Things surely would be back to normal.

Kankuro stepped towards his elder sibling, almost hovering over her since he was taller than her by a bit. Temari stared towards him questioningly, slightly cocking her head to the left side. Kankuro grasped her arms and leaned towards her slowly. He planted a kiss onto his older sister's cheek.

"Thanks for caring, nee-san." He smiled and embraced her tightly. Temari blushed and hugged him back with a warm feeling held into her heart.

"Love you."

"Love you too."

End Notes: Nyaa! I'm finished! Yahooo, free from writing for awhile. I might sequel this if I get anymore ideas, but so far my creative writing ideas are seriously blankened. Bleh. Oh well. This was short but I hope you enjoyed reading this cute-ness crazy loserish plot. Yesh, yesh, please review if you liked it. I'd like it, too! Well, thanks for readingg Hopefully you'll review. Just press that button near the bottom that says, 'Submit Review'. That's the magical button. Well, goodbyee 3