Holy Moly it's been a while! I completely forgot about this story! Jeez, sorry readers (If I have any left). I guess I got so caught up in watching InuYasha and Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood that I forgot all about Naruto! Bad INAS! Well, ANYWAY. Here's the latest chapter (took long enough). It may be a while until I post anymore because this is literally all I've written. (hehehe). Well, Here goes nothing!

Oh, and yeah. If I owned Naruto, Sakura wouldn't have been such a wimpy ninja, Sasuke would love her, and Neji would take a potion that forced him to talk in a gay voice for a week! :O …I guess it's a good thing I don't own Naruto…

Truthful Temari

Temari woke up to the sound of her roommate vomiting. The day was certainly starting out pleasant. With a soft huff of air, she lifted herself out of bed. She stood quickly and headed towards the bathroom door. She raised her fist to knock.

"Hey, Ino-pig. Stop hogging up the bathroom." Her only response was yet another retching noise. She suppressed a shudder and knocked again.

"Ino! Can you at least hand me my toothbrush? And maybe my makeup bag? Hello?"

Ino opened the door and tossed out Temari's stuff, pausing only to glare at her rival blonde. Temari noted that Ino hadn't had the best night's sleep, so it might not be a good idea to mess with her.

Temari grabbed a water bottle and some toothpaste from her bag. She attempted to brush her teeth without a sink, which turned out to be quite difficult.

The blonde shifted through her purse and pulled out a small, wide-toothed comb. She pulled the bristles through her think hair slowly and carefully. She pretended not to notice the amount of hair coming out.

Girls aren't supposed to lose their hair at this age

She finished getting ready after applying makeup and made her way to the closet. Scanning the items quickly, she pulled out some sweats and a T-shirt. They were comfortable enough. Temari covered her mouth as she coughed.

A sickly looking Ino emerged from the bathroom. Her face was a bit green, but her makeup was done. Even her hair was shining and perfect. Temari squashed the bit of jealousy that rose inside her.

"Finally. Did you throw up the baby?" Ino glared at her look-alike. Temari had forgotten how scary Ino could look without at least 6 hours of sleep.

"No. I didn't. Now get the fuck away from me, Temari-slut." Ino paused, looking over at Temari, "Wait a second. You're wearing that?" Temari looked down at her outfit, trying to find something wrong with it. Oh. Oh.

"Chill pig, I just wore this to put on my makeup. I didn't want to mess up any of my real outfits." Ino sneered, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

"You're so conceited, you know that? There are people way worse off than you in the world- at this camp even, and all you can think about is your slutty clothing. I may dress badly, but you add a whole new level to whoredom."

Temari ignored the pang of sadness she felt at Ino's words and channeled her inner anger instead.

"Whatever, bitch. Stop acting like you know me. I'm not the one lugging around illegitimate child. You should be ashamed. Your sob story was cute and all, but reeked of bullshit. Just for the record, there are a lot of people worse off than you as well."

Ino scoffed.

"I should be ashamed?! You're here for an addiction to sex! How is that even a real addiction? And my 'sob story' was real, not that I give a damn about what you thin-" Temari let out a hacking cough, shaking her whole body. She placed her hand up to her mouth, hoping she wasn't spitting all over the place. The attack subsided, and she looked at her hand.

Blood. God damn it. She ran to her suitcase and pulled out a small pill case. She gulped down two. With a sigh, she wiped the blood onto her sweats.

Ino stood, staring at the splotch on Temari's pants. She looked a bit shocked. There was an awkward silence.

"Um, what the fuck was that?" asked Ino. All previous hatred was gone from her voice. Temari stared down at the floor.

"Nothing. Shouldn't you be at breakfast?" Neither one of them moved. Ino spoke slowly; as if afraid her words would cause Temari to have another fit.

"I could ask you the same thing…"

"I already ate." Temari replied a little too quickly. Ino narrowed her eyes.

"Don't lie to me."

"Fine. I haven't eaten, but I'm on a new diet." Ino stared at her disbelievingly.

"Truth. Now."

"I'll eat a big lunch!" The answer seemed to satisfy the blonde. Either that or she was too tired to argue any longer. Ino opened the front door and left Temari alone. Temari sat on the bed, letting out a sigh.

Temari wondered why Ino hated her. She hadn't tried to start anything, she'd just mentioned her relationship with Shikamaru and Ino had gone ballistic. It was pretty obvious the pregnant blonde had feeling for Shika.

Temari had known Shikamaru for a very long time. They had gone to preschool together and graduated middle school together. The first time they'd been apart was high school, but they'd still stayed in touch. They had an unbreakable connection. Suffering brings people together.

The tall blonde played with the string on her sweatpants absentmindedly. The encounter with Ino had been much too close for her liking. She'd have to further distance herself from the girl. Temari briefly wondered if she could move into one of the empty cabin rooms.

She had been so deep in thought she'd nearly missed the knock on the door. She cleared her throat, sending her into another coughing fit.

"Come in!" She called in between coughs. A skinny boy with bright red hair slid inside, closing the door behind him quickly. He was trembling as he approached her. Temari caught her breath, stood abruptly and pulled the boy into a hug.

"It's okay, Gaara. Tell me what's wrong." The redhead recoiled, squirming out of her grasp. He gave her a look of disgust, letting out a raspy cry.

"Don't touch me." Temari withdrew, pulling her hands away. She'd forgotten he didn't like to be touched. She tried to speak, but her voice failed her.

"They're back. They want me to kill. I can't stop them…" She hated seeing him this way. Temari regretted the times she'd chosen to let Kankuro handle Gaara's outbursts; She had no idea what to do.

"Who's back?" The pale boy didn't answer. He fell to the floor and shook vigorously, letting out a pained yelp. Temari's eyes widened. She froze.

"G-Gaara?" The blonde bent down to help the convulsing boy. Her eyes were misty. She leaned over him slowly, scared to move more than an inch.

"G-Gaara?" She called again. No response. He continued to shake. Temari panicked, reaching for her cell phone. Gaara mumbled something.

"What? Gaara, did you say something?"

"No hospitals" He choked. Temari paused, but didn't set down the phone. She wasn't planning on calling a hospital anyway. They'd lock him up again. They'd say he was crazy. Temari knew he wasn't.

"I'm not. Don't worry." Gaara screamed in pain. Temari dialed quickly, ignoring the tears running down her face. The phone began to ring.

"Hello?"

"Kankuro! Oh my g-"

"Gaara?"

"Yes! Please help me. I don't know what to do! I accidently touched him then he started convulsing and I tried to comfort him but he won't st-" Her voice was trembling.

"Temari!"

"Y-yes?"

"Calm down. He's going to be fine. Just put me on speakerphone." She did as told and set the phone next to Gaara.

"Gaara?" The slightly muffled voice called. Gaara's eyes widened.

"K-kankuro…" He slurred, pushing himself into a new fit. Temari couldn't watch. She sat on her bed and broke down crying into her pillow. What a messed up family they were…

"Gaara. Listen to me. They have no power over you. You need to calm yourself." The redheaded boy let out a small whimper.

"B-but"

"No. Shhh… Be still," Gaara continued to tremble, "You're letting them get to you. Look, you're frightening Temari. I can hear her crying. Do you want to scare her?"

"No…" He murmured. Temari couldn't see, but his shaking had subsided a little.

"Then calm yourself. You have control over your own body. You don't have to kill anyone. It's your choice."

"They're killing me. Make them go away…" He sounded so fragile, so helpless. He sounded like a little boy, lonely and frightened. Kankuro paused for a moment. He spoke so softly, neither Gaara nor Temari heard him.

"What?" whispered a traumatized Temari.

"Temari, take me off of speakerphone. I need to talk to you."

"This is no time to chat! Gaara is…Well, I don't know what he is, but it isn't good!"

"It's urgent." His voice was frustratingly composed. Temari wiped at her tears and slid off the bed. She grabbed at the discarded phone, ignoring the pitiful cries from her younger brother. Speakerphone was silenced with a soft click. She pressed her ear to the phone.

"What do you want?"

"Leave the room. Gaara mustn't hear this." She did as told, stepping into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her.

"Okay. Please, hurry."

"I can't calm him down, he's worse than the time-" Temari winced.

"Yes, yes, I know. But what can we do?"

"He won't stop. He's dangerous. Temari, listen. I'll give you until the end of this camp to break the news to him, but I'm taking him back to the mental hospital." The phone clanged against the tile floor.

She stood, her bare feet against the tile floor, her cheeks stained with tears. Everything was quiet. Her racing mind was blank, her senses were blocked. 3 seconds of peace.

Everything rushed back to her. In an instant she could hear Gaara's whimpers. She could feel the dull ache of her swollen eyes. She bent down slowly, reaching for the phone. She took a deep breath as Kankuro's muffled voice gradually became louder.

"-know it's hard, but we have to do it. I'm sorry. I don't want to either… Temari? Are you there?"

"Yes. I am here." She spoke slowly, as if tasting each word, "I disagree, Kankuro. We can fix him, I swear. Just give me a bit longer to figure something out. Another year, please!"

"We don't even know you- um…we- have another year!" He caught himself a bit too late. Temari felt a pang in her heart.

"You don't have to beat around the bush. I don't know how long I have, but I promise to save him. He's a good kid, just a bit-broken. Yes, broken." Kankuro sighed.

"Okay, sister.." he sounded a bit doubtful, "For now, I want you to give him his emergency medicine and stay with him until he relaxes. I have to go to work. Good luck."

Temari coughed a bit as she opened the bathroom door. Gaara was still writhing on the floor in pain, but seemed to be calming down a little. Temari pulled the needle out of her suitcase and filled it with fluid. She leaned down next to Gaara. His face was covered in cold sweat.

Temari brushed a bit of his hair out of his eyes before stabbing the needle into his arm.