~~Day 6: Subaku no Gaara and Kankuro~~

Gaara sighed happily as he beheld the streets of Konoha. It didn't quite compare to home, but he was always happy to visit Konoha.

"Hey, Gaara." his brother called from a short distance away. "You okay there?"

"Hm... sorry, Kankuro." Gaara apologised in his usual monotone as he followed him. He and his brother had received permission to come to Konoha for a visit; Temari had chosen to remain behind (Kankuro mentioned something about a "pineapple-head" and got smacked with a fan for his trouble). Hence why the two of them were currently heading to the main square to try and find their way.

However, neither of them realised that she was watching.

She had heard about Subaku no Gaara before; supposedly he had entered the Chunin exams. While it led to a large-scale battle between the Leaf-ninja and the Sand- and Sound-ninja, it was the first step towards the Leaf and Sand becoming allies. At least, that's what she heard; this was before she had moved to Konoha.

Oh well, she decided. The Hokage might get mad, but it was time for a little fun.

Kankuro sighed angrily as he looked over the map to Konoha he had brought. He was no doubt lost.

"I guess we could follow this street... but then that leads to here, an-GGK!" He stopped suddenly when a senbon penetrated his neck and pumped the sleeping agent into him. Gaara saw his brother suddenly collapse, and immediately ran to his side.

"Kankuro!" he shouted, looking the puppetmaster over. "What happened?"

His attention was diverted when his sand shield suddenly activated, smacking another senbon out of the air. Whirling around, he quickly thrust his hand forward and sent a large tentacle of sand in the direction it came from. Clenching his hand into a fist, he felt his sand grab hold of her.

"Got you..." he snarled, when he suddenly felt most of his body go numb. His fell to the ground as he "blacked out;" not concious, but not unconcious either.

Exhaling in relief, she quickly grabbed the two Sand ninjas and pulled them into the shadows. She remember hearing about Gaara's demon; she couldn't risk knocking him unconcious. Luckily she knew a jutsu that caused roughly the same effect, but wouldn't be enough to awaken Shukaku.

Smirking, she quickly followed her routine; strip the two boys, glue the breast forms to their chests, add the corsets, get them dressed, use her control jutsu. Smiling, she quickly gathered up her things along with their clothes, gourd and puppets, and vanished. Granted, they were visitors, so she decided to cut them a little slack; she'd drop their stuff off at their hotel.

Once the paralysis jutsu wore off, Gaara blinked a few times as everything came into focus. He'd never felt a jutsu like that before... wait. Something's not right... looking down, and Gaara balked at what he saw.

Pink.

His clothes were gone, replaced by a simple dress that was as pink as Sakura's hair. The sleeves were puffed, and the skirt reached around midthigh. The dress had a red cross situated just above his right breast. Oh, and that's when he noticed; he had breasts.

His hands shook as he tentatively reached up and felt them; an extremely relieved sigh followed when he realised they weren't real, although he did notice that his nails had been painted the same colour as his outfit. Returning to his costume, Gaara found his legs encased in pale tights, and on his feet were simple high heeled shoes that matched his dress and nails. Completeing the nurse costume was a small pink cap with another red cross on it sitting on his head.

"What the hell is this!" Gaara heard Kankuro's voice scream. Turning in the direction it came from, he found himself looking at a girl around Kankuro's age, who was staring in rage at "her" outfit.

Kankuro was almost irrecognizable; his black puppeteer's outfit was gone, replaced by a long-sleeved Victorian-style dress covered in frills and lace; the skirt reached his knees and was accompanied by layers and layers of petticoats. Underneath the skirt, his legs were adorned with black-and-white-striped stockings, and a pair of black high heels were on his feet. His short brown hair was hidden under a purplish-black wig, styled into one of the curliest, most elaborate hairstyles Gaara had ever seen. On his head was a small top hat, and his facepaint had been removed to make way for purple eyeshadow, lipstick, mascara, and all other sorts of cosmetics. To complete the effect was a black and purple parasol that Kankuro currently held in one hand.

Looking up, Kankuro caught sight of his little brother in an equally ridiculous costume.

"You two, Gaar? WHat the hell is happening!" he bellowed, his gruff and angry voice at odds with his outfit.

"Calm down, Kankuro..." ordered Gaara as he shakily climbed to his high-heeled feet. "Right now, we need t-" The sand jinchuuriki never got to finish his sentence, as his brother suddenly leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, the control jutsu activating.

Both boys faces went bright red; Gaara immediately tried to pull away, but he just found himself kissing back, the jutsu getting him too. The two feminized ninjas pulled back and grabbed a hold of each others hands as they walked out of the alley they were in, preparing to do a little sight-seeing against their will. Each of the two fought against the jutsu with all their will, but it was no use; they had completely lost control.

Watching from the shadows, she couldn't help but laugh at the two Sand ninja. Oh, sure, it was definately mean of her to do that to Konoha's visitors, but it was too much fun not to! Oh well, she'd already "programmed" the two of them to head to each of Konoha's best site's, so it's not like she's completely merciless; they're getting a free tour of Konoha, after all!

Once the two were out of sight, she decided to head back home. She had one more target in mind; she wanted to make sure that this one was a suiting climax, so she had to plan and prepare. Time for the grand finale...