Finally got the third chapter up. Sorry it took so long; I was very unmotivated. Hopefully I'll get to work on this more.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Although he would have very much liked to crush the Uchiha bastard with his sand at that moment, there were several problems. For one, there was no sand to crush him with; Temari had made sure of that. And then of course, there would be Temari to deal with afterwards, and even Gaara wasn't willing to face his sister's wrath.

Instead, he took a deep breath, glared at Sasuke, and turned around to leave.

Naruto instantly reacted.

"Oi, Gaara! Where are you going? Don't let Sasuke get on your nerves! He does that to everyone!" the boy called after the retreating sand-nin.

Ignore him. Just ignore him. Yes, that was what he'd do. Even Naruto should be wise enough to not chase after an extremely pissed off Gaara. He hadn't taken more than a few steps away before the Uchiha's comment made him stop.

"Forget it, Naruto. That sand chicken just doesn't want to risk losing in a fight against me. Again." Sasuke said with a smirk on his face.

"You…" Gaara's head slowly turned towards the konoha ninja, clear wrath and bloodlust on his face. He would have then proceeded to strangle him if a hand had not come out from nowhere and pulled him away.

Gaara couldn't see who it was who was dragging him away from the konoha ninjas, but he had a few guesses to who it might be.

"Hey there, Gaara, you came! I bet Temari you wouldn't." Kankurou said as he dragged Gaara to another side of the Hall.

Gaara wrinkled his nose; his brother smelled strongly of alcohol, and was clearly drunk. Oh goodie. Bad things happened when Kankurou got hold of the brain numbing liquid.

His brother continued. "You playing nicely? Cuz you know what Temari would do t'you if you did anythin'."

His words were slurred slightly, showing that it hadn't been just one drink, but several. Kankurou could drink all night, at the cost of losing his mind halfway through. Then he became drunk-Kankurou, a wild man who liked to hit on women and play strip poker.

Gaara was led against his will to Kankurou's drinking buddies in the corner.

A rosy cheeked Anko looked up, squinted at him, then spat on the floor. "Yo, kiddo." she said with a grin.

Neji was passed out in a chair next to her, while Jiraiya and Tsunade were having their own contest to see who would pass out first. Tsunade, Gaara noticed with embarrassment, seemed to have played, and lost, a game of strip poker earlier, seeing as she was missing everything but her bra and underpants. He would never see the Hokage the same way again.

Gaara gave a long sigh and turned away from the Fifth Hokage, blushing slightly. "Kankurou, my punishment for killing any of those rookie morons would be nothing compared to how much Temari is going to punish you for getting this drunk again." he said, ignoring the two sannin insulting each other behind him.

Kankurou gave a wild, booming laugh, and Gaara knew he wasn't listening to him. He'd probably been drinking for a while now. "What're you talking 'bout? What she don't know won't hurt 'er." he said, still chuckling at his brother's foolishness.

Gaara almost rolled his eyes. "She's going to find out, like she always does."

Kankurou's smile vanished, replaced by a scowl worthy of a three-year-old that wasn't getting his way. "Yer not gonna tell 'er, are you? Don't let 'er find out!"

"Find out about what?" a menacing voice spoke from behind Kankurou. An extremely pissed Temari stood behind the drunk puppet master, eyeing him with anger and disgust.

Kankuoru slowly turned around to look at his enraged sister. "Um, hello, Temari."

Gaara couldn't help but to smirk. "Told you so…"

Ha, what will Temari do about Kankurou? Find out next time.