Title: Therapeutic Kisses

Rated: Restricted/Mature

Disclaimer: We all know that I don't own Naruto. Is Sakura still alive? I think so, therefore…I do not own Naruto.

Author Note: I am thinking of starting a site for all of my stories in the future. If I do choose to do this, I will reply to all review there due to the rules that has stated of no replying to reviews in chapters. Additionally, I'll try to include bonus material for stories. I want to become more focused on my writing, I been slacking off on school and writing for the last few weeks. Thus, the reason that no one has seen any progress.

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Chapter Title: 2 – Caught in the Act

Summary: Gaara gets caught doing something he should not do.

Of each soul, there is a door that blocks all entry. Within moments, faster than Gaara could say "die", the read head found the door to his soul slammed open. The door flung open and made impact with the wall. Sky blue eyes traveled from the bleeding arm to the doorway. He found a sight that certainly aggravated him. The doorway was blocked by a black-hooded male rather than a white door. Gaara growled at the intruder with white skin and arcane facial paint. The hooded figure stared at the red head with something resembling shock. Besides his feet rested a white bag plastered with a large logo along with the words, "We love to make you smile." Clearly, the older male dropped the bag in his state of shock. The bag stood up right, not a single item fell out from the bag during the drop.

The older male, Kankuro, felt his world closing in on him. He no longer knew what to think for he found his younger brother to not be of which he originally perceived of him as. He always thought his brother to be a psychotic serial killer in training. He thought his brother to be many things that he now deemed to be false. He felt ashamed that he spent so many years hating his younger brother for no apparent reason. Perhaps, it all started because it seemed Gaara was their mother's favorite child before she ultimately died. However, Gaara was a baby at the time. Kankuro now felt very ashamed and stupid. Of course a mother would love her youngest child more when they are just born for they are the baby of the family.

Now, here sat Gaara on his bed with a blade to his arm. Clearly the younger male was not happy with his life. He must be Emo for many of them slit their wrists. Kankuro sighed as he stepped further into the room. He spread his arms out wide and said, "I am so sorry Gaara."

The red head was naturally a quiet person. He often found talking to be a waste of time. Even more so, he found talking to Kankuro to be a complete waste of time. In all of Gaara's life time, he only spoke one word to Kankuro. A word that merely added to the perception Kankuro had of the red head. "Die!" Kankuro felt guilty for the self-inflicted wounds on Gaara's arm, and so, he did not flee from Gaara as he normally would when threatened by Gaara. It was common knowledge, that the red head did not make idle threats, he came through with what he said. If anything, he made promises. From the sight of his brother in such a position, Kankuro felt all hatred and anger towards Gaara fade away.

Now, Kankuro was very dramatic. He jumped to conclusions and hated people until he saw them in a whole another light. To prove such a statement, Kankuro no longer saw his brother as a potential axe-murder. In a matter of a few seconds, Gaara changed from Psycho killer to a misunderstood and suicidal Emo Kid. The wide range of emotions that Kankuro went through made him behave as that of a pregnant woman; a fact that Gaara would not find surprising for Kankuro looked fat enough to be pregnant.

Kankuro felt responsible for Gaara's actions due to the fact that all he ever did was treat his baby brother with extreme hatred and discomfort. He believed that he was the reason that Gaara was harming himself. Once, Kankuro went through all his emotional trauma, he walked over to Gaara and reached for the box cutter. Feeling his personal bubble in danger of being popped, Gaara reacted in a way that a mother would behave when protecting her young. He pointed the box cutter in Kankuro's direction, his eyes were narrowed dangerously and he bore a look that supported Kankuro's old hypothesis of Gaara being a serial killer-in-training. Kankuro took two large steps back in fear of being stabbed or finding himself dead due to a slashed neck, "Hand me the box cutter Gaara. I come in peace; no one here is going to hurt you."

Gaara rolled his eyes in annoyance, but put the blade back into the hiding place of the box cutter before tossing it to the side. An action that relieved Kankuro, he grabbed the box cutter and pocketed it.

"It does not matter."

Kankuro tilted his head to the side as a child often would do when confused, "Why does it not matter?"

Gaara stared at him bored, "I have more stashed away."

Kankuro sweat dropped and shifted his feet nervously. The idea of his brother harming himself did not sit well with him at all, which was quite odd since he never objected to his father harming his younger brother. "Why do you hurt yourself? Is it my entire fault? Am I really that bad of a brother?"

"Yes," Gaara said being sarcastic. "You are the worse brother in the whole world. It is your entire fault that I am the way I am."

Tears filled Kankuro's black eyes, "I am sooooo sorry!" he cried as he took Gaara seriously. He continued to weep until the most shocking thing began to occur. Gaara was laughing at him, he never knew his brother to be capable of such an emotion. "You…are laughing?" He did not mean for it to sound as a question but he did just that.

Gaara stopped laughing and growled in reply, "Don't flatter yourself for I do not laugh and I did not start cutting because of you. I just like spilling my own blood. I do it for me, not because of the shit you pull. I am not some stupid emotional attention-whore that cuts themselves over being hated or some other stupid shit like that."

Not knowing what to say nor do, Kankuro picked up the bag of food from the floor and handed it to Gaara. "Temari picked up dinner and told me to give it to you. Temari and dad left for the grocery store."

Gaara took the bag, opened it, and pulled out a salad. Kankuro took a mental note of how skinny and pale his brother was. He also, took not of Gaara's boney hands, "Why did she get you a salad and not a hamburger with fries?"

"I'm a vegetarian and I don't eat fried foods," was the reply he got in response. It was spoken in a tone that implied that the older male was an idiot. That was not a complete lie but Gaara could not expect others to know his eating habits if Temari picked all his food and he only ate in his room.

Kankuro watched his brother pour sweet and sour sauce onto his salad with distaste. He took note of his strange eating habits, trying to lighten the mood he decided to joke around, "You should use honey mustard next time. He said before smiling brightly, trying to contain his laughter. As one can obviously see, Kankuro is not funny and his jokes are stupid and idiotic. Gaara stared at him with a look that spoke of Kankuro being dumber than he looked, "Mustard is nothing but a yellow abomination of ketchup. Both condiments should be thrown into the deepest pits of hell to burn."

Kankuro coughed uneasily and looked around nervously, "I…well…"

"Just leave," Gaara said annoyed before taking a bite of his salad.

That was something that Kankuro could do, and it was the thing necessary to put Kankuro's life back into place. It was odd to no longer have a reason to hate his brother that Kankuro welcomed the sour attitude presented to him. Gaara was a moody bastard with an attitude problem. All was right with the world again. Kankuro left the room; he did not know how to deal with treating his brother with anything besides hate. This was the best option for him, even if he felt slightly bad for it.

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Gaara suffered from depression, which ultimately caused him to have insomnia. He had the inability to remain asleep for a reasonable period of time. He would find himself awake, shortly after a few hours of sleep. Due to such a condition, he did not always go to sleep. He found it not to be worth it since he would be awake rather soon. The only time that Gaara would ever receive since a long amount of sleep was when his body became so exhausted that it caused him to pass out. He refused to see a doctor about it, despite his sister's insistence. Additionally, therapy was out of the question for him.

Due to Temari knowing all about her little brother, she knew that he was not asleep when she entered his room to find him laying on his bed. She laughed when she found her brother attempting to pretend that he was sleeping. He knew his sister well and knew that she only came to his room when she wanted something out of him.

"Gaara, I know you are awake. It will not work on me, now get up and dressed."

Gaara sat up annoyed and glanced at his older sister, "Why."

The blond seemed to think to herself for a brief moment before answering, "Because I am older than you and I said so."

Gaara rolled his eyes, "Like those reasons ever worked on me before."

Temari laughed, "Fine, we are going school shopping since school starts in about 3 days. Additionally, I can always get ice."

Gaara was out of bed in moments, his ass already in the shower. He hated his sister's idea of getting him out of bed. When most people got their siblings out of bed with ice, all they did was slip the ice down that individual's shirt. Not Temari. No, the annoying girl would grab a bucket of ice cubes and start to throw them at you one at a time until you got out of bed. Than, she would pour the left over water all over you and your bed.

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Gaara trailed behind Kankuro and Temari bored out of his mind. He thought he had only one sister, not two. Temari loved to shop, but it seemed as if Kankuro liked shopping more than her. They only been in the mall for 10 minutes and Gaara was already caring 7 of their bags. He hated shopping with the two, he noticed an old lady driving past him in her electric wheelchair. Gaara watched her jealous, he wanted that wheelchair. He started to walk towards the woman when he was pulled back by his sister, "Don't even think about it Gaara."

Gaara glared at his sister annoyed, "I wasn't."

"Suuure!"

Finally, they found themselves standing in front of Hot Topic.

"This place looks freaky," complained Kankuro.

Temari rolled her eyes, "It is for Gaara."

Gaara sighed as he turned to walk away from the store, "Meh. Why would I go there? It is just a stupid store where Goths go buy their identity."

Temari growled, "We are going in there now! You did not like any of the other places we went to. In fact, you had something bad to say about every single one. Anyway, this store sells things close

to what you like to wear."

"It is the goth equivalent to Abercrombie and Fitch."

Within moments, Gaara found himself dragged into the store by Temari. Kankuro standing outside the store, holding all of their bags. Temari looked to the right to see a wall of Hello Kitty, "Oh my gosh! How cute!"

"I always knew I would hate this place, and guess what...I was right."

Temari ignored her brother as she grabbed two shirts that were just her size. She turned around to find her brother no longer next to her. "Gaara..."

"As if! The Used is not an Emo band!"

"If it were not an Emo band, than why the hell do they sing a song about breaking needles off in their skin?" Gaara asked the girl calmly.

Temari paled at the sight, Gaara was only in the store for a few minutes, and already he was in an argument. She watched the girl that was arguing with her brother get upset. Her dyed black hair had streaks of purple, she looked as if she got all her clothes from the store they were currently in.

"They did not!"

"Track 3 off their album "In Love and Death". In case you have bad memory, the name of the song is "Let It Bleed." That song has to be the most Emo sounding shit I have ever heard. Than, the band gets even worse in their newest album, "Lies For the Liars." The second to the last track, "Liar Liar (Burn In Hell)". What the hell was the lead singer smoking! He made a song off of the old children's rhyme "Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire."

The girl began to whine, "What about "The Bird and the Worm"?"

Gaara shrugged, "Okay, one good song out of many. That is all they will ever have for them. That one good song!"

Temari decided to interfere at that moment for the girl was beginning to hyper-ventilate. "Gaara...lets go look for some pants for you."

Gaara shrugged as he walked with his sister away from the girl. Temari stopped in front of a pair of black pants with purple stitching. "How about these?"

Gaara shook his head, "No, first of all, they have purple."

Temari looked at him astonished, "But purple is the best color ever!"

Gaara laughed, "Oh really now, maybe you need to go talk to purple haired girl over there. Talk about your love for the color purple and her love for crappy Emo bands."

"I hate you."

"Meh, you always say that."

Temari started to look at more pants and grinned as she saw her brother looking at a pair of black pants with red stitching, chains, and what looked to be handcuffs on them. He started to look for his size and handed the pants to his sister. They eventually left the store, buying 7 pairs of pants and 5 band shirts. All the pants coming from the clearance rack, a rack in the store that had pants for about $29 and had sizes that no one could fit unless they were abnormally skinny. Luckily, Gaara was abnormally skinny and could fit into a woman's 1.

They returned to Kankuro to find him surrounded by four people that dressed from the store they just left. Kankuro looked scared of them all.

"Leave my brother alone!" Temari yelled as she grabbed Kankuro and dragged him away. Gaara picked up the bags that Kankuro dropped and began to carry all of the bags they got from their trip at the mall. The Goths stared at Gaara for a second before one of them initiated conversation, "Tell the fat one that we love his make-up!"

Gaara rolled his eyes, "It is just face paint." He left the Goths standing there in wonderment, until something caught his eye. He never heard the Goth's next sentence, "We must get face paint." Temari raised an eyebrow as she saw her brother drove up close to her in an electric wheelchair. "Where the hell did you get that?" Gaara shrugged. Walking past them was an old woman walking slowly, using the sides of the rails to get by.

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Kankuro woke up in the middle of the night to get a glass of milk. He always would get a drink, whenever he woke up at night. He headed to the refrigerator and grabbed the milk carton. Being a male, he was lazy and did not always like to get glasses. He brought the milk carton to his lips and drunk from it. He put the cap back on it and placed it back in the refrigerator. He closed the door and started to walk out of the kitchen when he noticed something at the window, a large group of Gothic kids were watching him. They all had face paint on their faces and grinned at Kankuro. He stared at them in fear before running out of the kitchen and going to his room. He quickly locked the door and ran to his bed. He slipped underneath the covers and hid himself. He began to talk to himself, attempting to re-insure himself that what he saw was merely a part of her imagination. He slightly lifted the cover up and glanced at his window, the white blinds closed, and the window locked. He sighed in relief before falling to sleep smoothly, never noticing the Goths that walked over to his window and stared at him through the cracks.

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"Mr. Sabaku, Tell us why we should hire you over the numerous applicants that are seeking the same position as you?"

The father of Temari, Kankuro, and Gaara smiled as he folded his hands in his lap, he really needed to get this job and would try as hard as he could. The job was an Accounting position for Hyuga Corp. and offered a great pay. "I am very well qualified and have a respectable background. I once ran for mayor of Sunagakure, only to lose by a short 10 votes."

"I see...well, we are are very family ordinated here. I, myself can care less about the families of my employees, but my wife...that is a different story. Are you a family man, Mr. Sabaku?"

He looked into the trademark white eyes of the head of the Hyuga main family branch. He smiled as he nodded, "Yes, I have three children that my beautiful wife left me before passing away."

"Okay, You would not mind joining my wife and family one night for dinner would you?"

"Of course not."

"Bring your family Mr. Sabaku." The Hyuga stood up and pushed his chair back in.

"Does that mean I got the job?"

"We shall see Mr. Sabaku, we shall see."

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Author Note: Read & Review. Chapter 3 should be up rather shortly. Sorry for changing the story a bit and taking things out.