Chapter four! This story is finally getting somwhere!
I'm going to try and update about once a week. Then I might actually finish sometime soon.
So, I hope you like!
Disclaimer: Same as always. No owning...
Kankurou was going to die. Gaara was pretty sure of this.
And as he stared at the demonic expression on Temari's face, who wouldn't think that they were going to have to prepare a funeral for the puppet master?
"H-h-hello, Temari…" Kankurou stuttered, suddenly not as drunk as he had been a few seconds ago.
"Having fun, Kankurou?" Temari asked, a creepy smile plastered on her face.
"Y-yeah, well, these nice people here invited me to, um, hang out with them. T-they offered me some, well…"
"You'd better start running now." Gaara commented, counting down the seconds before Temari went berserk with rage.
And with that, the older sand-nin was sprinting away as fast as he possibly could.
Of course, with Kankurou gone, Temari had no one to turn to other than Gaara.
"Did you know about this?" his sister hissed, looking more like a demon than a ninja.
"No. He'd just kidnapped me and dragged me over here." Gaara said calmly. He knew that if he acted this way, Temari wouldn't unleash her rage upon him. And he was right.
Temari calmed down a bit. "Okay, but when you see him again, I want you to drag him, begging for his life, to me." she ordered.
Gaara almost smiled. "Will do." Best to just agree with anything she says. Keeps you out of most kinds of trouble.
"Good. Now go play with some kids your age, alright?" she said, giving the drunk party behind them a disapproving look.
Gaara would have sighed and complained if he had thought he was out of the danger zone just yet. "Fine." Sometimes Temari sounded more like his mother than his older sister.
And with that, Temari stomped off to go find her prey…
Now that she was gone, Gaara sighed and looked around. There was nothing here for him to do. No one to terrorize without Temari finding out. He might as well go back to the cabin…
But wait? Of course!
Gaara was delighted by the idea. With Temari gone, no longer watching his every move, he would be free to sneak back to the cabin where he could be alone with the wonderful silence of his own company.
Of course, he would have to brave the snow again, and the storm seemed to be picking up, but if he rushed, he might only be half frozen by the time he got back.
And this was exactly what Gaara decided to do. Sneaking to the back door of the Hall, his many layers of clothing tightly secured around him, he slipped out of the warm, noisy building out into the freezing cold snowstorm outside…
And had he stayed any second longer, he would have heard the radio that rested on the table near the exit advise everyone to stay put where they were and not go outside, for the fierce blizzard that was on its way…
And then he may not have got caught in the middle of it.
Dun dun dun! Gaara+snowbad.
Stay tuned for the next chapter!