Author's Note: You think it took me long enough? :p Well, I had honestly forgotten I all ready had FOUR drafts of this chapter, when I startred writing it AGAIN today... and decided for the first one anyway... so yep, 'here goes nothing' :p
WARNING: I might have overdone it a bit with the language, so if that offends you, please don't read. Now, the reason why I did this is that I think of Kankuro as the most layed back of the siblings, and it's usually those who explode harsher. So, again, more clearly LOTS OF CURSING AHEAD!!
To say Kankuro was furious was an understatement. He snarled, punching the wall viciously, rage tearing him up inside, making his blood race through his veins and his body feel light with adrenaline. Now, this particular puppet master didn't get upset all that easily, much less, in this murderous state.
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Fear was a weird feeling, and Kankuro was hating it.
Ever since 'It' was removed from Gaara's body, things had changed drastically.
With a heavy sigh, said brunette leaned his aching forehead against the cool wall, closing his eyes and ignoring the dull pain on his right hand. During Gaara's whole life, Kankuro had been wondering about -and wishing for- a life in which the quiet redhead had died at birth, a life with a mother, a life in which he needn't be scared shitless every time he looked at a family member -Dad didn't count as a family member-, a life where his uncle would have told him stories and give him advice later on his life; in short, the puppeteer had been wishing for that baby to have died, for a life that had been denied to him.
Kankuro had spent fifteen years thinking his younger brother was a blood-thirsty, bad-tempered, icy, stoic, possessed bastard that shouldn't have been brought to life. And what do you know, he was right!
He had been right at least, but then that blue eyed brat, his pink haired girl and the old hag had gone and messed his logic up. Yes, Gaara was still a cold, stoic, quiet bastard, no doubt, and Kankuro had also discovered that the downright terrifying glare was all Gaara as well… but now, his silence had changed, now he didn't toss death wishes and threats like candy, now he wasn't some bastard, but more like his bastard.
"My bastard?" His voice was hoarse, the words whispered, as he gently bumped his head against the wall several times. "Where the fuck did that come from?"
But it was true, and he couldn't just shove it away. Of course other people couldn't see it, but Kankuro had been stuck with the boy for fifteen fucking years, and now the glares and whispers and questions and terror did take a toll on his little brother. And it made him, Kankuro, puppet master, detached son of a bitch, rough, rude, uncaring Kankuro… protective. Protective for fuck's sake!
Well, he had always protective of Temari -that Nara boy had learnt that bit the rough way- but that was entirely normal, she was his big sister, his Temari, his only family. Now his whole world was turned upside down. Now he felt the responsibility to care for his brother as well, he even wanted to!
But Gaara… he wasn't an easy person, and he would surely push him away. Kankuro sighed for the fifth billionth time and roughly ran his hands through his all ready messy hair… again.
Frankly, the puppet master couldn't be blamed, after all he had just acquired a brand new brother: one who didn't threaten to kill him, one who, at times, looked vulnerable and lost, one who was completely different from the old Gaara.
Seeing his younger brother in this new light was hard for him. He wanted to get closer to the redhead, but old instinct kept Kankuro where he stood, not having the guts to shatter the wall all those years and threats had build between them, the wall Gaara himself had built.
And then the soft, soft sound of Gaara climbing up to the roof.
"Ah well, here goes nothing." the brunette grunted to himself and stood heavily, opening the window of his own room and climbing up effortlessly.
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