"Why the
hell do you have to make the fucking cloths smell so good if there
just going to be dirty tomorrow!? Why the hell do you have to vacuum
the fucking floor when you're just going to walk on it after?! And
why the HELL do you clean your plate if you're just going to eat off
it next meal!!!!??!!!"
Temari figured this stage would pass,
he was just being testy and irritable, it would be gone I a week and
he would be back to moping around and playing with his puppet. At
least, she hoped.
"I don't have the answers! Just do it! Christ, Gaara was more helpful then you" she mumbled the last part under her breath.
"Fine, then I'm not doing it!" with little all the aggression Kankuro had been keeping bottled up in the pit off his stomach he released in his arm, throwing a balled up, half folded shirt in his sister's direction.
"And where do you think you're going?"
"A WALK!!"
With that Kankuro stormed out the door of there Suna house, which they had lived in sense they where kids. It had always been home to him, him, Gaara and Temari, so why did it feel so foreign all of a sudden?
He had to find out if she was happy, the only problem was he wasn't sure if that would make him happy she was content in the new marriage of angry she was... happy in the marriage. He honestly wanted to simply slam his head against the wall or purposely insult his brother in positivity he would send his san to kill him. It was a mystery to him as to why this one woman had this kind of effect on him. She was stupid, he's always thought she was stupid! So why the hell did he cares so much if she wasn't his wife anymore? He didn't! He DIDIN'T! He... did.
His feet where carrying him to the old mansion, he didn't mind and didn't resist his walking but it was not a completely conscious decision. Maybe seeing her would ease his nerves, if only for tonight.
"Gaara-Sama, Dinners ready."
"I'll be right in."
She was miserable, Hinata Hyuuga, with no doubt in her mind regretted ever agreeing to this stupid 'arrangement'. Why did he have to leave!? She missed him so much. Gaara was decent to her, didn't complain or argue, but that was just it! She missed Kankuro's stubborn obnoxious attitude. She missed Kankuro in general.
He grunted some inaudible 'thank you' and sat down.
"S...so, Gaara-Sama how... was... you're d-day?"
He looked up for only a second, maybe to half knowledge her presence, though she doubted he actually cared.
"It was productive, thank you."
this is ridiculous, Kankuro, I hate you! I hate you because you lied; I hate you because you left me! And I HATE you because you MADE me miss you! YOU made me feel this way! And it's not right, it's not fair! I ABSOLUTLY HATE YOUUU
Why the hell am I here? Staring at the door when I know I can't knock on it, this is utterly stupid, what I'm doing to myself, why do I care, anyways?
Kankuro stood at the door of what know is the
home of Hinata and Gaara, it infuriated him, everything about her
and his brother. They where both idiots and he HATED them,
absolutely HATED them both.
By some turn of effects Kankuro found
his fist against the door, not quite in a knocking manor, but ore in
an open handed hold.
He hung his head Iwhat are you doing Kankuro, the past is the past, let it go... you have to leave... He gave himself a mental pep-talk and turned away almost forcedly, he hated her... HATED them both.
"Stop, Kankuro, I don't want a back massage!" "Now, who said anything about you?"
The cold reality of the STUPID table, creating the gap to her STUPID husband, who was the brother of that STUPID boy, the lies, the deception, the hate, all melted away, if only for a second and Hinata became entwined in the memories she once experienced, and truly... truly missed.
"IWantToMakeYouHappy" He kissed me that night, grabbed my shoulders and kissed me. it made me cringe, that, I believe, was the first time I ever felt need, and needed in return.
A disconnected smile washed over Hinata's face.
Kankuro sighed lightly and turned from the door.
"I'm leaving" he muttered to no one imparticular.
before the brown haired ninja could completely let go he had to see something, he HAD to see her. Maybe it would ease his conscious if he saw her happy, though, maybe it would make him relived if he saw her miserable. Either way it didn't matter, he had to see her.
"Why are you sleeping on the ground and why are you naked?" he had seen me in my venerable of states, and yet I was still comfortable around him to some degree.
The Hyuuga's mind raced, she felt better escaping to the memories of an easier, happier time.
"Why are you sleeping on the ground and why are you naked?"
It played through her mind again, the more she thought about it the funnier it seemed to be. Hinata finally broke, laughing loudly, hysterically, even, smiling and laughing. Was it happiness of just insane regret? She honestly didn't know, but for that second she was happy, her memories of Kankuro made her happy.
Kankuro, with every ninja skill being fully put to use, snuck to the window. Fate must have been against them, because at the exact moment Kakuro spied through the window Hinata started laughing, and all he saw was Hinata, more comfortable, more happy then she'd ever been with him.
"No..." with disbelief he clutched at the cold window.
With no resolve to continue watching Kankuro hung his head and began his long walk 'home', back to Temari and the STUPID clean sheets, the STUPID shiny dishes, and the STUPID vacuumed floor!
It was all the same... why build up a relationship, why let someone in you're heart if it only breaks later on?
Kankuro figured it was useless, it was
all useless and he'd never make the mistake of 'Vacuuming', 'shining'
or 'cleaning' again, but in the end, it's always just as dirty as it
started out.
And Kankuro's heart was just as empty as it had
always been.
