Demented Siblings With Love:

Warning, HAZARDOUS.

By: Po0kiee

A/N: OH MY! ITS FINALLY ANOTHER CHAPTER OF DWSLWH. It's funny - even if I try to abbreviate the title, it's still pretty damn long of an abbreviation. Anyways, it's been awhile since I've written another chapter of DWSLWH, I don't have much of an plot at the moment, but I'm trying my best to think up something interesting. Please wait until that happens! A little bit of Gaara and Sakura, here and there, soon hopefully! Thank you for waiting for this long awaited chapter. And I mean, long awaited chapter. Long.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, aiight, aiight?

Previously in Chapter Four…

There was a white paper on top of his dark bed. Cautiously walking towards it, he took it into his hands and began to read.

"Dear Gaara (If you're reading this),

I have to confess--"

Chapter Five. I'll Never Let Go.

Gaara hesitated, his eyes left the tiny, messy print of Kankurou's. He lowered his eyes to the small font and began reading aloud again.

"I have to confess, that living here is very difficult for me. You see, I've fallen in love with our sister, Temari, and I can't bring myself to live in this household with her anymore, if she doesn't love me. I've decided to bring her back, by force, and I will leave the house, get rid of all my belongings and head for an unknown village as soon as possible. Remember to be good when I'm gone.

Wish me luck."

Gaara's eyes widened, and his hands shook violently as he held the delicate paper in his fingers. The paper slipped out of hands, his eyes lost strength, and he dropped to the floor.

"It can't be… Not when I was finally beginning to be used to this 'family' concept…" He said, sitting weakly on the floor. Gaara reached over to where the paper was sitting, and took it into his hands. He stared at the paper, upset and curious. He couldn't help what he was feeling - this guilt, pain, and somehow a little bit of pleasure to know Kankurou liked Temari. He always suspected it. Gaara clenched his teeth, regaining strength, and slapped his other hand into the paper. He smashed the paper with his hands, crumpling it into a small, tight ball. Gaara threw the paper across the room and proceeded to ponder, in his brother's comfortable room. He didn't know what else he could possibly do in a time like this. Chase after Kankurou? Chase after Temari? Stay at home? What could he do in this situation? He was the kazekage after all, he should know. But he didn't. He didn't have a freakin' clue.

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Finding himself in an unfamiliar surrounding, he propped himself up and slowly gathered back his senses. In his sight, there were very traditional Japanese walls, made with maybe plywood. He felt the hardness underneath him and decided he was lying on tatami or the raw floor. He grimaced, as he realized that, and the soreness began to surface. He rubbed his painful shoulders and groaned loudly. He would've rather slept on some mattress for heavens sake! But no, the person who brought him here was incredibly inconsiderate.

He looked up, to see a memorial type corner, with a picture of a very stiff looking young man, with candles burning and flowers nearby. He looked as if he were samurai or something of the sort. He was youthful but he looked as if he tried to look more solemn and older. He wore a tight expression on his lips, his mouth in a straight line, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if he were only a bit angry at the camera, but his eyes big but still had some sort of narrow, mature shape to them. His eyelashes were long, dark and fluttery, which made him look more feminine than he sought out to be. Kankurou had to hand it to him - he was a pretty attractive guy. Too bad he was dead.

Kankurou brought his knees up to his chest, and used all his might to get himself up out of the tangles of blankets. He stood up, sorely, and looked for the nearest exit, which he found almost immediately.

"Oh, you're up?" Kankurou heard the voice coming from where he was looking, the doorway. He couldn't see the person clearly, but from the voice, he knew that it was a girl. Slowly, as she got closer and closer, he began to see who this 'kidnapper' was.

"Yes… I am." He replied cautiously, stepping backwards softly, his heel stepping down on the hard tatami floor with a small noise. As soon as she heard Kankurou retreat back slowly, she giggled softly, holding a hand to her mouth. She emerged from the shadow, showing her true appearance. Kankurou's jaw almost dropped from the sight. She was a pale, frosty pinkish beige color, her cheeks were flushed with an amazing tint of rose, but not so that she looked like a clown. Her lips were a rosy color, fading lighter and lighter as it reached the edges of her lips, which were slightly more thin than most lips.

Her hair was a dark shade of brown, with a slight bit of red mixed into the shade. It was a very light, wavy type of hair, the type that was easily classified as delicate, the type that usually couldn't be pulled back tightly in a ponytail or a tight braid due to the light nature of it. The length was long, her longest strands fell past her shoulders and down her chest, past it by a tiny bit.

Her body seemed light and slightly frail, her body petite and short. She would probably come up to Kankurou's shoulder if she was lucky. Her waist was frame was thin and barely had any curves to it, she looked somewhat like a child.

Kankurou blushed and bowed slightly. As he doubled over, he looked to see the girl's face. She had a delicate smile on her face, and kind eyes. She bowed as well.

"Thank you for bringing me here." Kankurou bowed again quickly. She smiled and reached over to touch his shoulder.

"It was nothing. You only slept all day anyways." She grinned, "It was a pleasure having you." Kankurou smiled and reached into his pockets for anything - anything to pay back his rescuer. He pulled out his hands in dismay, realizing he didn't bring anything of importance. Kankurou had few coins left and it was even barely enough to be buy two more day's of food - skipping breakfast of course. He believed he didn't need anything, only himself, to bring back Temari.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have anything with me right now… Could I pay you back somehow later…?" Kankurou apologized, bowing in embarrassment. He truly didn't have anything at the moment.

A curious look settled on the girl's features as she murmured, "Wait - you have nothing at all right now?" She tilted her head slightly, in confusion.

Kankurou suddenly panicked, worrying if maybe she was going to kick him out of the house violently if she found out he really did have nothing in his possession. He hesitated to answer, deciding what he should say. Kankurou knew a lie would be good, but he didn't want to lie to this kind girl.

"Well I do have some things with me right now, sort of." Murmuring the last part to himself.

Her eyes widened and her hand instinctively hovered over her lips, as they formed a small 'o'. Kankurou gulped as he expected her to shove him out and even maybe slap him on the way. It was somewhat reasonable - she had kept him from the rain (if there was any, anyways) and kept him warm while he was knocked out.

She lifted her arm above her head, in a position where it looked as if she would bring her hand down to Kankurou's face any minute.

Scrunching his face up and closing his eyes tightly, he yelled, "I - I will definitely pay you back though! I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me!"

And to his surprise, she slowly brought it down, only a little, to gently touch the top of Kankurou's head. She patted him softly and smiled as he opened his eyes.

"What's your name?" She let her hand fall back into place by her side. Kankurou blinked and paused before he answered.

"I'm Kankurou." He replied, before asking her the same question, "How about you?" Now it was her time to blink.

"My name's Yukiko," She hesitated and lingered on the last vowel, as it trailed off softly, "I thought I had already told you." Kankurou paused, to think maybe perhaps she really had told him, but he forgot already.

"I don't believe you did." He crossed his arms, "But thank you again, Yukiko-san." Yukiko smiled gently and felt sudden warmth as he smiled at her. Kankurou stretched out his arms and yawned.

"Ah, well, I think it's time for me to get going! I have to look for someone." Kankurous eyes lowered slowly as he said the last word. He had gotten a little sidetracked, every since that violent man that made him in such pain. Kankurou even had a little bruise as a souvenir of his violence. But he couldn't let anything stop him from getting closer to his Temari. He needed her, she was his life source, without her, he couldn't be able to take care of himself.

Slowly, Kankurou looked around his surroundings quickly, and then nodded to Yukiko, who had a hopeful look on her face. He began to walk out of the room. But then, stopped, as Yukiko grasped onto the back of Kankurou's shirt.

"Kankurou-san, please wait." She murmured, as she leaned in closer to him, almost hugging his waist now, "I need you to stay with me." She felt his body stiffen, and then she closed her eyes tightly.

Turning around, Kankurou loudly exclaimed, "What are you talking about!" In his loud voice. Yukiko whimpered slightly, and held onto the front of his shirt. Kankurou couldn't push her away. If he did, he assumed that she would break, since she looked so frail. Kankurou tried to pull away from her grasp slightly, tugging his shirt from her.

"I need you, Kankurou-san. Please stay with me." She looked up to Kankurou. Her eyes were a blank and black, hazy looking. Kankurou's grip loosened on his shirt, and he suddenly let go, hands by his side. His eyes, too, began to haze and turn blank.

"I need you."

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He threw off his Kazekage clothes, and tossed it onto his bed, where it laid amongst many other clothing. He rummaged through his closet, eyeing all of the clothing that was in his small wardrobe. Unfortunately, as the Kazekage, he didn't have much time to shop for clothing. Instead, he used his time to work and solve problems that needed to be solved.

Gaara quickly pulled out his regular clothing that he usually wore on times where he was traveling or just to get out of those drapes they called clothing. He pulled the underclothing over his head, and pulled it down quickly, while grabbing the overcoat with his free hands. He drew his arm through the sleeves and zipped up the front of his clothing. Gaara turned his head, left and right, to see if he could find that one last missing item of his. His vest. It wasn't in his closet, so he was not sure where it possibly could be. Dropping onto his knees and hands, he looked under his bed desperately to find this vest quickly, so he could get to Konohagakure as soon as possible. He grimaced as he hit the hard, bare floor with his knees.

"Next time you're shopping, Gaara," He quickly murmured under his breath, "Buy a rug." To Gaara's dismay, the vest was not under the bed. He leaped up and dusted his knees off, looking around the tiny room, for any signs of that dark vest. There it was, on the lamp near his desk. Gaara's eyes lit up as his emerald eyes abruptly stopped at the sight of the vest. He stepped towards it and snatched it from the lamp, as if it were to bite. Gaara pulled it through his arms and zipped it up as quickly as possible, then ran out, closing his door on the way out.

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"…Yu…Kiko…" Kankurou whispered as he reached out to hold Yukiko. Yukiko had a sad smile on her face and accepted the embrace. She wrapped her arms around Kankurou's waist, as Kankurou held her tightly. "I need you, I won't ever leave…" He murmured as he embraced her tighter. She buried her face in his chest and smiled slowly.

"I know. I know you won't ever leave me again."

Oooh! Crazy ending! My god, it took me forever to write this small chapter and I'm so sorry! I just haven't been up for writing lately, and I haven't got much of a clue for this ending. But I have a little faint idea. ;) Anyways, thanks for reading. Please review! I'll work even faster if you do! :)