Disclaimer: Nope. Still don't own Naruto or Naruto characters. Maybe next time?

Ok, so this chapter has fluffy stuff in it. And ... stuff. xD Enjoy! Remember, the more reviews I get, the less likely I am to leave off at the worst possible point I can think of and never update this again. So freaking review already! Rating changed for swearing and ...stuff. That hasn't even happened yet...

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Gaara landed on the roof heavily, not bothering to be quiet. He didn't give a shit if he woke the entire village up. His legs collapsed under him and he fell to his knees, leaning forward to rest his forehead against the cold shingles. Why was he being so emotional all of a sudden? Inside his head, Shukaku laughed menacingly.

"Did you fucking do this to me, Demon?" He asked aloud, his voice slightly hoarse from crying. Again Shukaku laughed, his demonic voice high and blood chilling. Obviously is the racoon did it, he wasn't about to confess. "I hate you." He told the demon sourly, curling his spread hands into fists.

"I love you too." The voice came from behind him, but Gaara didn't move. He knew who it was; he could recognize that deep, cruel voice instantly. Kankurou kneeled down beside his brother, putting a hand on his bright hair gently and leaning up against the wall of the taller building that stood flush against the motel they were staying in, and currently sitting on.

"I wasn't talking to you." Gaara muttered lightly, raising himself to his knees, then shifting to sit on his rear.

"Ah, my mistake. Well I love you anyways. I always will." The puppeteer spoke with a carefree tone, as if waving the subject off. As though what he was saying was obvious and didn't need to be repeated. Gaara hugged his knees for support. "So, are you going to tell me what's wrong?"

"No." Gaara snapped, glancing at his brother out of the corner of his eye. He could still feel the tears running down his cheeks, and he hated being so weak in front of others.

"You look like you need a hug." Kankurou said with a soft smile, pulling his brother over to him. Gaara struggled slightly but after a few shoves and wiggles he gave in, sitting between his brother's legs. Kankurou wrapped his arms around the younger boy and nuzzled into his hair affectionately, the actions surprising and confusing the other boy. But, he liked the touching. It was still something he had to get used to. But he could say, even in only to himself, that he liked it. It was comforting.

He leaned against his older brother and sighed, wiping his tears on the back of his hand. " I didn't mean to hit her.." He whispered after a while, directing the statement to his actions towards Temari. " I just… I just didn't like her hitting you. It made me mad."

Kankurou watched his brother carefully, slightly surprised by his brother's sudden spilling of emotions. The brunette paused for a moment then kissed his brother's cheek.
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He felt Kankurou kiss his cheek again, and he closed his eyes, trying to ward off his growing headache. His eyes snapped open when Kankurou didn't stop, his dry lips gently working their way across his cheek. He leaned into the kissing when Kankurou brushed the top of the sand ninja's ear with his tongue. Suddenly Gaara fell face first into the shingles, shoved roughly from behind. He felt like crying again. This was all so fucking confusing.

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Kankurou stared at his little brother, who was picking himself up and shaking miserably. What the fuck had gotten into him? That little kissing fit definitely didn't fall under the category of 'brotherly love'. The older sibling hadn't even realised what he was doing. He moved over to help the extremely startled and confused Gaara up, brushing invisible dirt of his cheeks. "S…Sorry about that.." Kankurou muttered softly, totally ashamed of over reacting like that. "I shouldn't have been doing that, is all."

Gaara watched him closely for several minutes. "But I liked it." He said bluntly.

Kankurou sighed. "It's wrong. That's just not what brothers do." He felt his flush slightly and he looked away.

"Then why..?" A glance from the corner of his eye confirmed that his little brother was getting frustrated. Anyone but him would have shied away at the glare Gaara was giving him, but he could tell the angry boy's expressions apart. He could tell Gaara wasn't mad at him, he was just frustrated in general. The look in his eyes would have been much more fierce if his hate was directed towards a certain person or object.

"I'm sorry.." Kankurou sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. A disturbing thought wormed it's ay through his head. Was he falling in love with his brother? Eck. Disgusting thought. He shoved it down almost instantly, mentally stomping on it several times to make sure it stayed there. But then, how else could he explain the fluttering nervousness that tied his stomach in knots every time he got close to the red haired boy?

He was snapped away from his thoughts when he felt Gaara's weight on him, his hands on Kankurou's thighs, shifting them down so he could snuggle against the older boy. Or at least, that's what he thought Gaara was doing. He was proved wrong when Gaara pressed against him, forcing their lips together and holding the larger boy's shoulders.

Again it was Gaara who pulled away, watching Kankurou expectantly. Kankurou opened his mouth to tell the kid off, but Gaara cut in. "I don't care anymore." Kankurou paused, watching his brother carefully. The boy really needed the love, he was past being dangerously deprived.

He let go of common sense and grabbed the younger boy by the neck of his t-shirt, yanking him into another kiss. This time Kankurou willingly participated, and Gaara did take long to catch on.

All of a sudden, the term 'brotherly love' didn't quite fit the fluttering in Kankurou's stomach.

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