A/N I didn't expect any reviews this fast! I only just uploaded and I've already got some! Thanks you guys enjoy the story!
This chapter includes a look into Gaara's mental instability. So if that content is sensitive to you, you might wanna stop reading here cause it's gonna get much worse than this.
The sun was rising now. Temari was leaning against the back wall when the golden rays cased over her eyes. Yawning, she slowly removed her sandal as to not disturb the boy laying in her lap. She then tossed it across the narrow alley way where it smacked Kankuro in the face. Quickly shushing him from making a fuss about it she pointed to Gaara resting against her legs. "Take care of him, I'll be back in a few hours." Kankuro carefully lifted his younger brother into his arms. "I got it. Be careful."
Wandering through the sandy roads of Suna Temari watched carefully at the early rising citizens. It was usually pretty busy during these early hours and the latest hours when the temperature was cooler. "Where can I find some work..?" Just as she was turning a corner she heard a woman speaking loudly. "How can you cancel on such a short notice!? I can't get a sitter in time I have work now!" Temari smiled. Baby sitting jobs were always the best. If the parent wold be out late she could get a place to rest and free food to eat. Last minutes payed more too.
"Excuse me." She called out to the woman who was holding a small boy. I couldn't help but over hearing you needed a sitter?" It was times like this when her sweet teenage girl charms worked best. Be it she wish show owned more concealing clothing but she didn't expect the luck of finding a job that didn't involve seducing a man today.
"Ah, yes! You? Would you be able to watch over my son today? I have work in an hour and I won't be back until 11:30pm." Temari's smile was kind on the inside but hid many dark plans for later tonight. "Why yes! I'd be happy to. My name is Temari by the way. I'm 18." In all actuality she was only 15. With Kankuro being 14, and Gaara 12.
"Perfect I'll take you to my home. Looks like I won't be needing you after all, sis." The last sentence was directed to the older woman that had been the intended babysitter.
On the long walk back to the woman's home Temari focused her eyes on every landmark they passed. She would need to remember how to get to and from here later. The woman babbled on and on about her 4 year old son named Yuki and how smart he was. All the things Temari couldn't care less about. She had her mind set on two other boys who were counting on her to provide for them. In any way she could.
"Here we are! Oh it's quite the home wouldn't you think? I decorated everything myself!" Temari was snapped out of her thoughts at the loud exclamation. "Oh, why yes, yes it's a lovely home indeed. You have quite the.. expensive taste." Temari let her eyes linger on all the finer things decorating the home. Making mental notes of what looked light and what seemed heavy. Which might cost most and which could be removed without being noticed immediately.
"Please take good care of him. He needs to be in bed by 7pm and I have a chicken thawing for dinner which you can help yourself to. Your welcome to any snacks in the cupboards and the television set is over there. Once he is in bed you can rest in the guest room, the last door on the right. Thank you again and I will see you later." The woman then placed a kiss on her son's head and handed him over to Temari. Once the woman left the house she let out the breath she did not notice she was holding.
"Great, this woman is loaded!" Placing the boy into the playpen set up for him Temari made quick time in gathering those shiny and costly materials. "This lamp.. is an antique for sure. And that picture frame. I've seen it before it was a good pretty penny at the town shops." Dumping The items onto the dining room table, she searched the utility closet for any travel gear. Burlap. It was cliche', but it would hold. Tucking everything securly into the bag she made her way to the back doors and dropped the load next to it. She was interrupted of her next actions by the wailing of the woman's child.
Having handled small children before her, at this early hour her first instincts were to fix a bottle. The supplies were easy to find and make use of, and sure enough it was what the kid wanted. Her drank his milk slowly which was good. It gave Temari plenty of time to get her brothers.
Grabbing her burlap bag she raced back the way she came working well at not being seen. The woman's house turned off the busy roads of Suna and into the father quiet lands. With her fast pace running it didn't take too long to meet Kankuro and Gaara playing cards in the alley way. "Hello boys", she greeted as she lifted the top of the trunk and dropped the burlap in it. "Get up you guys I got a babysitting job today and the mother is rich. We're cashing these goods in later but first lets go eat."
At the mentions of food from a rich mother's house they took no time in following Temari back to today's hideout. "You guy's go collect some pawnable items while I cook us some breakfast. There's burlap in the utility closet and I've gotten enough from the front room. Make it subtle, we can't look like the place got robbed. She's a rich woman she's got jewels and I want some of them. I think she said her husband was over seas so load up on his crap." Her orders were to not be slipped up on. They've done this all their lives, they knew how to do it without her needing to say much.
Temari threw open the refrigerator like a mad hungry wolf and ate up the contents with her eyes. Eggs, Bacon, Potatoes, Sausages, Ham, muffins, biscuites. She scooped out everything that was edible and tossed it all into every available pan. Meanwhile, Kankuro and Gaara were snooping around the higher levels of the home tossing valuables into the bags at hand.
Gaara made his way into the master bedroom, spotting the large jewelry stand immediately. Walking to the vanity he tossed open every lid and yanked out every drawer without disturbing an article. He let his pale eyes drift over the glittering gems and precious stones. He knew how to calculate which ones to take and which ones couldn't be risked. This was his department and he was always left in charge of collecting the jewelry being better at it than his brother and even his sister. The two of them grabbed whatever was pretty and whatever they wish they had. But Gaara had a system. Don't touch the ones in the front. They are the favorite and the most used. They would be noticed if gone resulting in the conclusion of theft and being tracked by the police. Don't lift the hidden chambers. Those are the special occasion ones. The prices and most valuable. They were likely gifts from long ago. Those secret compartments are meant to be known by no one but the owner. Except Gaara knew all about them. He noticed that when he first opened the east side drawer, a beautiful golden necklace with a large green gem that matched Gaara's eyes was the first thing he saw. It was worth a fortune and lovely indeed. It had to be left behind. If it was noticed first when it's there, it will be noticed first when it's not there. It was so large it could not simply be misplaced when everything is so organized in her vanity. He reached into the very back of the drawers and grabbed onto the forgotten and least cared about items, though valuable all the same. The earrings with a light layer of dust were grabbed next. Not worn often obviously. They won't be missed.
When a good amount a jewelry was taken from the wife, he gave the husband's the same attention. He was sickened by the amount of large, frilly and glamorous gowns that infested the woman's large walk-in closet. The season is summer, so most of her summer wear he will not take. It was her more shabbier winter coats. It wasn't bad, but compared to the other's she very well might have planned to through it out soon anyway.
In the den, Kankuro chuckled to himself. "There are way too many sports trophies for one man up in here. I think I'll take some off his hands. The wife probably couldn't give a car until he's back to notice. Imagine the war that'll break out when he wants an explanation to how she "lost" his trophy." He began grabbing hold of the semi-small, to medium sized ones. A couple medals and medallions. He then peered into a glass display. There was an empty bottle of old wine from over seas. There was no doubt it was the wine the couple had at their wedding. A small plan came to his mind as he went in search for their alcohol chamber.
"Alright boys come eat!" Temari called while dropped several plates of food onto the coffee table. Kankuro and Gaara drooped their gatherings against the back wall and rushed into the front room where Temari was flipping through television channels. The three of them took a seat on the large and plush couch and dug into the meal Temari made. Temari was starting off with a heaping bowl of cereal topped with a large portion of various fruits. Kankuro had taken two of the plates available piled high with fried potatoes and sausages. And Gaara stared at the child in the playpen.
This child. It had everything! Look at it! It's dressed in soft pricey clothing shielded by equally as such blankets. It had every toy imaginable. Food whenever it needed. Attention whenever it wanted. Hugs and kisses from a mother like he never had. According to the thousands of pictures adorning the spacious walls it's father spent much time with him when the man wasn't working. Gaara's father only ever tried to kill him. This thing. Didn't deserve any of it! Gaara worked for everything ever since he could remember! He was put in positions young children shouldn't have to face. But this kid gets everything handed to him. For that, it will die. No more undeserving children living better than him.
The tension in the room got heavy as Gaara began to summon his sand. The child who had been too busy playing with his numerous toys stopped to stare at the boy holding his hand out and over the child's head. His breathing quickened and his eyes became unfocused. Before he could close his hand to encase the small child in sand a strong hand clamped down on Gaara's shoulder.
"Not today Gaara. We're babysitting not child crushing. We need it alive. Now sit down and take out your anger on this breakfast before it gets cold." Kankuro dragged the stiffened Gaara away from the child who was completely oblivious that he nearly faced death. Temari gave the kid a once over before confirming it wasn't hurt. "Hey Gaara come sit by me and Kankuro will make you some chocolate milk." Temari patted the space next to her on the couch while Kankuro rolled his eyes and went to the kitchen. Gaara climbed onto the couch next to his older sister and took the plate of scrambled eggs offered to him. He was twitching so bad he was unable to feed himself with all this pent up anger and Temari had to set her own breakfast aside to feed him.
Kankuro returned with two tall glasses of orange juice, a smaller glass of plain milk and one of the boy they were baby sitting's sippy cups filled with chocolate milk. "Thanks Kankuro, go and get a towel too please." Temari said as she grabbed the drinks from her brother. Gaara wasn't eating any of the food despite how hungry he had just been. He was hunched over and pulling at his red hair. "Hurry up Kankuro!" Temari shouted up the staircase. "I"m coming I gotta find a damn towel first!"
Soon after he raced back to his siblings. Wrapping Gaara in the towel, Temari shifted him so that he was propped up against Kankuro despite his squirming and attempts to escape. "I know you love chocolate milk. We made some for you. Here, drink it." Firmly placing her left hand on top of his head, she tried to stabilize his movements. It came the part of his tantrums when he would begin screaming. She took that opportunity to poor steady streams of milk into his open mouth. It was far less messy than if they had not a child's sippy cup, but the towel was beginning to soak up much of the milk anyway. With all of the frightening noises Gaara was making the boy whom involuntarily caused Gaara's episode began to cry himself. "Dammit Temari the kid is crying!" Kankuro shouted above the noise. "Don't you think I'm busy? It can wait." Temari shouted back ignoring the boy they were suppose to take care of. Temari's legs were beginning to bruise up from all of Gaara's kicking and thrashing about. The child's crying was only making matter's worse. "Shut up! your making it worse dumb brat!" Kankuro shouted as he threw a biscuit at the crying child's head. "Don't hit that kid! It's not gonna make it stop!" Temari held Gaara down with her own weight and forcefully shoved the nozzle of the cup into his mouth. When a sufficient amount of the milk had made it down his throat the thrashing stopped and he quiet down. Temari stood up and dropped the empty cup into Kankuro's hands. "Go make some more and hurry." She ordered as she forcefully lifted the crying child into her arms. "Hey quiet, everything's ok. No crying." She spoke to the boy with her quiet voice. With a light session of tickling she has the boy giggling and happily playing with his toys again.
The three finished up their meal in silence with Gaara seated in the middle, a fresh towel secured around him and cup of chocolate milk in hand. The only noise in the entire house being that of the television program. "You boys go take a nap in the guest rooms. I'll stay down here and clean up. I'll wake you when the lady comes back." Temari instructed as she began gathering the empty dishes. Kankuro took Gaara's hand and brought him up the vast staircase into the biggest guest room available. There were several rooms either of them could rest in, but he knew Temari would want a close eye on Gaara. Especially after today's chaos. He picked the biggest room with the plushest bed and lifted Gaara up onto it. He then climbed on himself and pulled the blankets over the both of them leaving all clothing including shoes on for the quick escape later that night.
A/N Thanks again for reading I really enjoyed writing this chapter I find it very unique in comparison to the last. The first chapter had them looking like innocent and forgotten children while this one has got them acting in the minds of criminals. Reviews are welcome stay tuned!