Author's Note: I'm sorry.

I know you all gave up on me, it's been so long. But I totally lost all inspiration to finish this. But I just got some absolutely wonderful reviews, so I think I'm going to continue it. The writing will probably have changed, but at least it's something. Also, about Temari being OOC, well, we need a bad guy. So I decided to pick on the woman. It makes it work out..

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The fluffy blankets sunk under her weight as the blonde sat on the edge of the bed. The most luxurious sleeper of her siblings, Temari had decked out her bed in the most expensive blankets and pillows she could find. She sighed and fell back into the fluffy bedding, deep blue eyes staring at the ceiling for several moments before being allowed to close. The ninja lay like that for several more minutes before mumbling wordlessly to herself and shifting to lay properly in the bed.

"My brothers..."

For a moment she wasn't sure that the words had come from her mouth. She still couldn't get the image of her lust-driven siblings out of her mind, the picture haunting her and forcing her to think it all over. It made a little more sense why Gaara hit her, now. She assumed he had been defending Kankurou, for some unknown reason. She shuddered involuntarily. Never before had she seen Gaara look so utterly helpless and innocent, and the sight had frightened her, of all things.

Incest was so terribly, terribly wrong. But, she knew Kankurou well, and he wasn't the type to kiss anything with legs. Now that she thought of it, she'd never seen or heard of Kankurou kissing anyone before. So he obviously felt strongly for his younger brother. Darker thoughts started to creep up, but she pushed them down savagely, trying to look at it with a much more accepting point of view.

She sighed again as sudden exhaustion spread through her, causing her eyes to flutter closed once more. "If that face-paint wearing idiot hurts my baby brother..."

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It had been a hard night for the three sand ninjas. The moment Temari had turned and leapt from the rooftop they had split up, each going his own way. Several days had passed since then, and although things had been incredibly awkward for them all, somehow they had managed not to leap at each other's throats and continue with life fairly normally.

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The slowly moving air was warm but refreshing, the red head decided as he perched atop the roof of the house he shared with his other two siblings. Currently the hazy glow of the red-orange sun had managed to capture his eyes, the shadows caused by gusts of sand blowing up in front of the sunrise stealing the thoughts from his busy mind. Without meaning to the boy blinked and refocused his eyes, a torrent of thoughts rushing into his head. He had purposely been avoiding seeing Kankurou for more than a handful of minutes at a time, as well. Actually, he had gone straight back to his normal, antisocial self. Hell, he was sure he had gotten worse, thanks to his overly-moody verbal attacks he had been unleashing on every innocent soul to come within 10 feet of him.

The entire night had played through his mind countless times, his fury trying to scour every action he made to try and figure out why he had been stupid enough to open up so easily. In the end, he had decided that Kankurou had just caught him at the perfect time to probe into him. Every time the night replayed though, it always raced along until it got to that first kiss. Staring into the of sun on the horizon, the hateful boy thought through that part again, the memories accompanied by a squirming in his stomach and an odd sense of warmth and something he assumed might just be affection.

"Love, huh?" He asked himself out loud, titling his head slightly.

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Slowly Kankurou dragged himself out of bed and forced himself to his feet. Rubbing his eyes lazily he snagged his face paint off his dresser and slid open his door. Checking carefully to make sure Temari wasn't there, he moved across the hall into the bathroom, where he flicked on the light and then swore sourly as his eyes attempted to adjust. After a few moments of furious blinking the brunette brushed his hair out of his face, his mind painting the purple design across the image of himself he saw in the mirror.

He had just put the paintbrush to his cheek when he heard a small noise behind him. He turned on reflex and swore again as the purple paint smudged across his face. Gaara was standing against the doorframe, his eyes glazed with defensive anger. Kankurou smirked at his little brother and wiped the paint from his face with his fingertips. The smaller sand ninja sighed and let his eyes close, the black around his eyes connecting to create a solid black shape where his eyes were.

Without thinking Kankurou took advantage of the lowered defense and stepped towards the red head, brushing his paint-covered fingertips across his brother's pale cheek Gaara's eyes snapped open and he stepped back against the door, his hand darting up to touch the offending substance on his face. The puppet user chuckles lightly and cupped Gaara's face with his hand, quickly touching his other hand to the paint and smearing it gently along the red head's other cheek.

The instant change was astounding. The moment Kankurou had held Gaara's cheek he had felt the tenseness in the boy all but melt away, the anger fading from his eye and replaced by a much more innocent frustration. Kankurou allowed himself to stay like that for several moments, his hand on his brother's face and their eyes making perfect contact. Gaara was the first to move, the shorter boy grabbing the back of the his brother's neck and forcing their lips together. The brunette eagerly welcomed the kiss, his arms crossing behind Gaara's back and pulling the boy up against his chest.

Again his insides flared. Again the genocidal sand ninja enjoyed it.

Pulling away lightly, Gaara muttered into the warmth of his brother's shoulder. " Kurou-san." He said lightly, pressing against him. "Kurou-san.. I- …" The boy cut off, this time breaking his stuttering apart with a small sigh. Kankurou blinked slowly, loosening his hold on the boy and allowing him to comfortably touch his heels to the floor.

"Hnn?" The brunette asked wordlessly, watching the way the other boy's eyelashes fanned against his cheeks when he blinked.

Gaara looked up at him and furrowed what would have been eyebrows. Then the expression was wiped away and he moved his arms from Kankurou's shoulders to up around his neck. "… Again." He whispered lightly. "Again like on the roof."

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