"Temari…"
"Tem…"
"…"
Kankuro stared in consternation at the bathroom door. Gaara who had wondered past her door for the fiftieth time (not that he'll admit it) glanced at his older brother who simply shook his head. Temari still wasn't responding. After coming back she had more or less locked herself in the bathroom.
"Temari… You're being silly. So what if he's here. Or that he found out where we are. He can't do anything. We're in Konoha. It's different to Suna. Stop being silly."
"FUCK! Fuckitty fuck, dammit fucking all to fucking hell!"
Kankuro recoiled from the door so fast he actually blurred. "I'm Sorry Temari sama you aren't being silly I swear! Forgive me please!"
Gaara looked into the motel room from the balcony from his fifty first journey across the door and was greeted with a resounding silence. His eyes flickered from the comical position his brother was in all sprawled out on the floor, before flicking up to study the plain bathroom door.
"Kankuro?"
"Yes Temari?"
"Go get me some pads and tampons."
Silence.
"Hell no!"
"Then go ask Gaara to do it. I'm not in the mood to listen to you whine."
Kankuro tentatively looked towards the door at his younger brother. The quiet contemplative stare Kankuro was subjected to, sent ice-cold shivers down his spine.
He shuddered and resigned himself to his dreadful fate.
"No Temari. I'll happily do it."
"The money is in the cupboard under Gaara's bed."
"Hai."
As he passed his brother by the doorway he asked half teasingly half seriously, "I won't find bloody knives under your bed will I?"
Gaara frowned slightly up at the brunette considering the question, "No."
Just as Kankuro sighed in relief Gaara added matter-of-factly, "I always clean my weapons after I use them."
Ignoring his brother who seemed to be in a fit of gasping and spluttering, Gaara walked across the balcony to Kankuro's room to use the computer again. Anyone who could have seen his face would have seen a tiny smile on his pale lips.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK.
Temari clutched her stomach desperately, taking deep breaths. These are one of the times when she really wished she was a guy. Or even just menopausal. But something was wrong this time. It hurts too much and there is much more blood than normal. It felt as though someone got in there with a chainsaw and was having fun with her insides. The thin motel sheets were drenched with sweat but Gaara and Kankuro were in their own rooms. They couldn't hear her. And they wouldn't go into her room because of her condition. And she couldn't make a sound because of the crippling pain.
"Stupid X chromosome sperm cell. Making me a freaking woman."
There was something else to blame her father for. She clenched her teeth as what felt like another lining inside her being ripped out. Temari reached out a trembling hand and clutched at the phone. Somehow she missed the phone and had the lamp crashing to the floor. It didn't really matter, she just wanted to make some kind of
sound. It just annoyed her that she couldn't even control her body movements anymore.
Hopefully that will get their attention. Stupid dimwits…
The sudden bashing of the door opening made her wince. Well at least they react fast. "Temari? Hey sis! Are you alright?"
She squinted up at her brothers' face giving him a ghastly grin. "Yes Kankuro. I'm just fucking dandy. Can't you tell?"
Her sarcasm had a bit of its edge taken off as she immediately groaned in a fresh wave of pain. "Kankuro… Get me to the fucking hospital already. And don't let anyone we know see us or else."
Kankuro blinked and tried to lighten the mood, "Or else what?"
He stumbled back to steps when she glared at him. "I'm going to take that "Or else what?" and shove it up your ass, right next to your liver. Got it?"
"Ugh. Alright already. Gaara! Give me a hand in here!"
Am I dead? I feel like I'm floating. And all I can see is white, pure white without a single mark. Well, except for that ugly face drifting at the edge of my vision…
"Kankuro?"
"Yeah?"
"You're ugly. Get out of my sight."
A loud whoop set her head ringing. Temari's body felt like lead. Every single fibre of her being felt like it had been put to sleep.
"Hey Gaara! She's regained consciousness! Yay! Aargh-"
Gaara looked up just in time to see Kankuro collapse holding his nose with a gurgle
and a stretched out fist. His green eyes trailed it as it flopped back to the sheets. It was soft and wheezy but Temari's voice held a malicious poison that had him narrowing his eyes in pleasure. "What the fuck are you being so loud for?"
Gaara could have purred. "I see you are feeling better."
There was a non-committal grunt. And then the two brothers were greeted with her evened out deep breathing.
"Sh' ehsheep?"
Gaara regarded his sister for another minute. "Yes. She's asleep."
Kankuro found a tissue and blocked his nose with it. "Well at least she's not dying. I don't think dying people can punch like that."
"Actually dying people have more strength than usual because they are dying."
"I have no idea what you are talking about."
Gaara was quiet for a moment before speaking, "Put it this way; If Temari knew she had only an hour before she died to bully you… What would the difference be when she could bully you any old time?"
Kankuro shivered. He must be mentally scarred for life with this kind of siblings… "I got it already."
He sighed and returned to his seat by his blonde sister and sighed. A simple case of blood loss? That's just SO scary. Women are scary, full stop. Either that or the doctor was off his rocker. But then Gaara had just nodded his head when he heard what the doctor had to say and sat in front of the public computer for a full four hours. Generating a lot of complaints from all the other patients who had wanted to use the computer, but for some reason couldn't bring themselves to ask the youngster to move. Maybe it was his Disturb-me-and-die stare that did it.
Kankuro glanced at the grape seed extract capsules on the table as well as the bar of dark chocolate which were fruits of Gaara's research and Kankuro's hard labor. Just what was wrong with his sister? Were periods meant to be like this? And who the
freak is this Doctor Aburame that Temari had to go and see when sherecovered?