Chapter Two;;

Kankurou Sees A New Girl

Disclaimer: Naruto and the members of it belong to Masashi Kishimoto and um yeah. I'm changing things up a lot. Temari is not related to Kankurou and Gaara at all. And Temari will have more of a badass attitude and such. She is also sixteen while dear Kankurou is eighteen. And another thing is the the Kazekage never died. Mhm mhm. Temari is also from Amegakure. Thank youuuuu.A/N: Sorry for the last chapter being so short and sorry for not updating in a long time.

Temari sat on the balcony, staring out at the village around her. Everything was dry, and hot. Disgusting. She thought, crinkling her nose stiffly. She had been given clothes from the youngest son to wear until she could go and shop the next day. The clothes the young man named Gaara had lent to her was a white t-shirt and a pair of black sweatpants… Things that she normally didn't wear but found rather comfortable, although they were quite large on her, being a very small and petite girl.

The clock struck 3.

"It's three in the morning…." Temari whispered to herself and stood up, walking into the room and shutting the glass doors behind her. Snatching a drawing pad of paper off the nightstand she wandered silently down the stairs of the mansion. Sliding a chair over into the stream of moonlight coming through a large bay window in the living room she sat down on the chair, curling her legs up next to her in a mountain-looking fashion.

Small, lithe movements, Temari. No, stop, the stem isn't right! What're you thinking!? Temari mentally yelled at herself, erasing away the stem furiously. Grabbing a hard pencil, one of the fancy artist pencils she'd stuffed in her holster long ago. Drawing out the stem's outline with precise actions. Then changing to a number two pencil she etched in the details on the petals and stem before standing up and laying it down on the chair. Wandering into the kitchen she scurried around to get a glass of water and hen she came back she saw a figure sitting in her spot ad looking at her drawing.

"These are amazing, Temari!" The figure breathed out quietly and Temari lunged at him snatching the pad out of his hands.

"Do. Not. Touch. My. STUFF!" She yelled at him, probably a little too loud but most likely not disturbing anyone. She stood there, shaking with anger and furiously turned around, starting to walk towards the stairs until a pair of strong hands grabbed her shoulders.

"Chill, Temari. I'm sorry, okay?" He asked and spun her around to face him, or well more like his chest so he tilted her chin upwards. "Okay?" He asked again when she didn't answer and looked down into her angry blue eyes, just soldering with fury.

Turning her head to look away she shook it solemnly. "No, no, no, no! That's not how it goes, get it?" And she laughed gently when he furrowed his brow. "Okay, I'm fine now! Just seeing that is reward enough!" She giggled uncontrollably and walked back to her chair, leaving a confused Kankurou standing there.

"Uh…." He whispered, turning toward her and cocking his head to the side. "What's that all about? Just like that?" He asked her softly.

"Yeah… Uhum, I'm not that terrible of a person, Kankurou. I know you probably think that, but I'm not, okay? But if you ever tell anyone about my drawings or of my actions I will kill you…" She grinned softly and watched as he nodded, kneeling down next to her and glancing at the flower better.

"Haibisukasu?" He asked, stunned by the quality of the drawing. "It's amazing, almost exactly like a real one only… More beautiful," He whispered the last two words and drew in a long breath. Temari nodded at him and smiled, he looked at her smile, her teeth white as could be, her long blonde hair flowing down in straight waves(Yes, it's STRAIGHT!) to her shoulders. Her flawless pale skin illuminated in the moonlight.

She's… Beautiful. He thought quietly. Was this really the bratty, blood-splattered girl his father, brother, and him had found out in the desert? And what was he thinking!? Calling Temari beautiful?

"Goodnight, Kankurou!" Temari whispered as she wandered up the stairs with all her supplies. Kankurou had been so distracted in his thoughts he hadn't noticed her leaving and sighed.

"Goodnight…" He said quietly to himself.

The next day came sooner than Kankurou had expected and he sighed as he walked down the stairs to see Temari sitting on the sofa, back pressed against the couch's armrest, her hair in a messy bun and that was when her noticed her hair had… Thin red streaks in it. And black! That was definitely something he hadn't noticed last night. Walking over to her he glanced over her shoulder at her hands to see a small glass object.

"Go away." She hissed icily towards him and he looked baffled, his expression not allowed to be hidden behind his usual Kabuki face paint. Which… He'd given up a while back.

"What's your-" He was cut off by a hard jab to the ribcage, just inches from his sternum.

"I said to go away! Are you deaf?" She asked, not turning her head and giving him the cold shoulder.

From inside the kitchen a snickering Gaara called for his brother, yelling over his shoulder. "Leave the poor girl alone and get in here, Kankurou!" He obeyed and glanced back, giving Temari a narrowed-eyed look. When the girl turned her head away like she didn't care he grumbled and walked up to Gaara. "What'd you do to piss her off?" Gaara asked, a smirk dancing on his face as his brother rolled his eyes and shrugged.

"I… Don't know. She was fine last night. Maybe I did something to tick her off last night."

"Last night? You two were talking last night?"

"… Yes, while she was drawing," His eyes widened and Temari's head popped up angrily.

"BASTARD!"

A/N: Alright, so this chapter was really fun to do and I'm sorry about some of the language and such. Poor Gaara!

Haibisukasu- Hibiscus flower.