A/N Alright guys thanks again for your reviews I really apreciate it and will try to answer your questions within the story. Maybe not this chapter but soon. Sorry if this chapter is a little confusing because Gaara starts over reacting about stuff and it really leaves me going "Gaara what's the big deal!?" Lol XD And sorry for taking so long to update. I long had most of this chapter already typed up but my computer got a virus and wouldn't let me access the internet :\

It was 7:30pm when Temari had completed tonight's meal. The owner of the home had left a chicken thawing in the sink for her to eat as well as any snacks or such in the refridgerator and cupboards. She had prepared the chicken along with mashed potatos and gravy, green beans, sweet corn, and buttered dinner rolls. Everything was placed in the center of the grand dining table as Temari poured iced tea in one pitcher, water in the other, and a berry flavored red beverage in the third. She was wearing the woman's own white and light blue gingham apron. It was nice finally being able to cook, since she loved to cook so much. She felt like a real care taker, providing for her brother's and cooking them a nice supper. She smiled to herself as she finished a small plate for the boy to eat and placed it on his high chair.

Soon after she made her way up the large staircase and into the guest bedroom her brothers were still resting in. "Kankuro, Gaara. I finshed making dinner. come and eat." Kankuro immediately sat up. Even after all of the breakfast they ate, he was hungry again. Might as well get their fill anyway who knows when they will eat again. Ever so gently shaking Gaara to get him up and quickly drawing back, he waited for a response. Luckily, Gaara slowly raised himself from the bed and stood onto the floor. "Dinner must be ready, shall we go?" "Yes come on." Temari answered him as she led the boys to the dining room.

The delicious aroma of a homecooked meal captured their senses and made them all the more determined to enjoy the meal to its fullest because it very well could be their last. Gaara and Kankuro quickly took a seat next to each other. Neither wasted time and imediately began claiming parts of the chicken. Temari patiently waited in silence until her brothers were satisfied with enough for the night. She settled for whatever was left.

"There are three things to pick from to drink if anyone wants any." Temari exclaimed as she pointed out to the pitchers. "Hey can I have some water and a little juice?" Kankuro asked as he held up glass. "Sure" Temari poured him a glass of each and turned to offer some to Gaara. Gaara stared at the child.

The boy was looking distainfully at the meal his sister slaved over a hot stove to make. Temari followed Gaara's glare and stiffened. 'Oh no, not this agian' She thought. Looking to the small boy, she set the pitcher down and lifted a small portion of chicken to the boy's mouth with a little blue fork. Gaara's eye twitched. The boy turned his head to the side. Gaara's neck jerked to the side and back forward. Temari urged the boy to eat some corn. He stuck his toung out and made a disgusted noise. Gaara growled and slammed his fist onto the table making everything atop rattle. "Hey Gaara! Calm down!" Kankuro starred wide eyed at his brother. 'Why was this child not eating? Temari worked all day to make it! All she did all day was cook and clean and this boy won't eat his dinner?

It's not rotten. Gaara's eaten rotten food before. It's not stale. Gaara's eaten stale food before. It's not too old. Gaara's eaten very old food before. It wasn't burnt nor under done. Gaara would eat it regardless. There's nothing wrong with the food! No maggots, no mold, no dirt. So why could this child possibly not eat it. That's more food Gaara or Kankuro or Temari could be eating.' "He must be a picky eater." Temari exclaimed after some time of offering everything on the plate to him and all of it continously being turned down. Kankuro cocked an eyebrow. 'Picky eater? How can you not eat everything offered to you? I'd pick to eat it all!' He really didn't have patience for children. He could only put up with Gaara because he had to. Gaara's hand sarted to shake as he bit back the urge to sacrafice the brat to Shukaku.

"Temari.. eat your own dinner now and leave the kid to starve. If he won't eat that he won't eat anything." Gaara said with a tinge of venom lacing his words. "Yeah Temari." Kankuro agreed. "He's probably just not hungry. You go ahead and eat. Time will fly by before you know it and we'll have to run on out of here." He was right. The mother can feed the the kid when she gets back from work if it were to get up in the night. Right now she had to get something on her stomache to probably last the next few days.

She was shocked really and very scared. Kankuro and Gaara ate like they've never had a chicken before. Because they haven't. They tore into the meat like wild animals. When Gaara was angry he kind of always acted like a wild animal. And when Kankuro's gone too long without meat he would eat like a lion eats a gazelle. She on the other hand was still concerning over when they would have to leave. It's painful to think about having to take her young brother's back to that dark and dangerous alleyway. But it's not like they had anywhere else to go.

"Temari chicken is really good, if we ever get another baby sitting job I want it again." Kankuro exclaimed as he washed the last of his dinner down with a tall glass of water. "Yes." Gaara agreed. He was eating the green beans and mashed potatoes together for some strange reason. Once the three were finished with all of their dinner and discussing what they should do with the money they planned to get from the stolen items, Gaara stood from his chair and stalked over to the boy. "Hey Gaara what are you doing with him!?" Temari quickly stood from her seat. Gaara picked up the boy by the back of his sweater vest and dangled him from an out stretched arm. "This kid doesn't look sick. So what's it's problem huh? Why won't it eat? I can force it if you want me to." "NO Gaara! JUst put him down, I-I can just put him to bed now and you and Kankuro can have what was his. Ok?" She stood their using her sweetest voice and most pleasent, yet nervous smile. If he forced this child to eat it would suffocate on sand and a small portion of chicken. "You eat it." He demanded plainly yet so strongly. "Whatever will make you happy." She nervously dropped back into her chair and began eating the boy's cold dinner. Gaara remained staring into the boy's soul. As if studying what was it really worth.

'What do you think of it? What is wrong with this boy? Why is it treated so well yet acts so poorly. Should it not be grateful for what it has? I do not act well and neither do my siblings. But how can we? We have to be lowly and cheap in order to get what we should have the right to from birth. Why has it been reversed. Has something gone wrong with it?'

Gaara focussed his thoughts into the very deepest and darkest depths of his mind. He let all his internal questions be revealed to the oversized tanuki demon standing before him.

You think too hard about it Gaara-chan. It's so simple really. Have you not even thought that one can have too much? So much that they are not only treated sweetly, but this overly pampered child was spoiled by it? People get used to the good life easily. I wouldn't see how you could not behave the same given you were in it's place from your birth. You don't know what it's like to pick and choose what you want. You don't know what it's like to want. You only know what it's like to need. You need shelter to live in. But you have no right to want anything besides what could possibly be given to you. You need clothing. But you have no place to want anything other than what you can get. People who already have what they need can then want things they don't. Do you understand this, Gaara-chan?

'I suppose.' Gaara simply states. '... Shukaku.'

No Gaara-chan. I'm practically already in prison, but I don't need you in the harsh enviroments of a jail just from murdering a child. Your so phycotic you'll end up destroying your own mind being locked away like that. But it's sweet of you to consider this for me! The beast finished the statement with loud laughter.

'I'm through here.' Gaara dropped the child back into it's chair and walked to the kitchen cupboards. He hadn't had dessert yet. He remebered this one round treat that Temari once gave him a few months ago. It had chocolate in it. Hopefully this woman kept some of those in her household. Just his luck he found what he was looking for stored away in a ceramic jar. "Cookies..?" The jar was labeld as. He shrugged and wandered into the front room to watch more of the television and rest before they had to escape.

By 9pm The boy had already been in bed just like Temari was instructed to do. "So.." She said to Kankuro. "We should probably take this oportunity to bathe a little. "Yeah, you take the first shower, Temari." Gathering a few towels and the hair dryer, Temari showered in the guest bathroom while Kankuro ran a bath for Gaara in the second bathroom.

"Get in." Kankuro pointed to the hot bath "..Hell no." Gaara turned to walk away. "Hey! Get back here you! Temari said to take a bath come on you stink and your dirty." Gaara glared at him. "So are you." "I know but I'm gonna shower after you take a bath!"

"What's going on out there!?" Temari shouted above the loud spray of the shower. "Gaara won't get in the bath!" Kankuro shouted back. "Fine, hold on." Wrapping herself in a towel she exited the shower and marched into the second bathroom. "Gaara! Why won't you get in the bath? You can get all nice and clean and you'll smell nice." He only stared back at them. "Eww... no." Kankuro was loosing patience. "That's it." Kankuro pushed Gaara into the bath. "You get in this bath!" Kankuro and Temari imediately started to lather Gaara in soap. Temari shrieked as Gaara bit down on her hand. "Ow! Gaara!" He dug his teeth into the buttery skin drawing blood. "No! Not-!" Kankuro saw the red liquid run down his chin and knew he had to act fast before Gaara lost it. He slammed his hand down onto Gaara's skull trying to force him off of Temari's hand. Gaara's eyes dialated as the metalic taste of blood filled his throat and clogged his senses. "Kankuro help him, he's going out of control!" Temari screeched. Sand from the outdoors started to encroach apon the bath encircling the siblings. "Gaara! mother wouldn't like that! Your hurting me!" The sand haulted where as Gaara's low growls were only heard. He lifted his gaze to meet her eyes. Despite her pain, she mustered her best efforts to smile. "If you dont want to bathe, please come in the shower with me?" The only affirmation she got to the plan was his gentle tongue lapping at her dripping hand. Temari shivered at the feeling but knew it was best to just let him express himself despite the strangeness. Once her hand was clean she hoisted Gaara out the bath tub with the help of Kankuro. "Hurry and shower Kankuro we'll be in the other room."

After undressing Gaara, she lowered the both of them to kneel on the tile floor of the shower. The water pressure was set to a warm sprinkle. A powerful shower reminded Gaara of a rainstorm, of which he was afraid of. She re-applied soap to Gaara's body and let him splash in the puddles that formed under them before quickly washing herself.

Once again everyone was seated in front of the television. While the clothes were in the wash they wore the clothing of the away husband. Temari blow tried her hair while Kankuro napped and Gaara played with the child's toys. Mostly just banging everything into eachother.

By 10:30 they were back in their original clothing eating snacks on the couch when a loud knock was heard. "Oh shit! Oh fuck no she's a whole hour early! Get up, get up, get out!" Temari quickly threw her brother's off the couch and gathered the empty snack wrappers from the floor as another knock echoed through the home. "Just one moment!" Temari hollard in her fake, pleasant voice. The boys raced to the back of the house and shackled up the burlap bags. Gaara yanked the master bedroom's window open and Kankuro leaped out of it followed by Gaara chucking the bags after him. The woman noticed two figures running away from her home in the distance. "Oh my! Temari! There are burglers! Quick, let me in!"

Acting fast, Temari grabbed Yuki and rushed back to the opened window. "Get away from here!" She shouted as she pluged a shovel to the ground in a fake attempt to chase off the intruders. Quickly returning to the front door and ripped it open. "It was awful! They got away! But don't worry I saved your son!" "Nonesense!" The woman exclaimed. "They won't get away breaking into my home and tramautizing my son! Help! Someone come!" The woman ran towards the town getting the attention of nearby night guards. 'Is this woman for real? Damn nothing goes my way.'

Soon many officers were gathered at the crime scene. Temari turned her back to the comotion in frustration. 'Shit it's a good thing they are fast runners. Always running from the cops like this.' "Oh Temari!" The woman hurried near her. "Yeah I gotta be somewhere can you please pay me?" All her patience was gone. She was dying to check on her brothers. "THank you so much for protecting my Yuki, Temari! I'll give you extra for the hassle really!" The woman took her time counting out 150 ryo before Temari yanked it from her hands. "Uhh I'll see you around?" Was her last words before she escaped the crime scene.

A/N Sorry guys I'm not too familiar with what rich Japanese people eat for dinner and I'm having too bad of a day to look it up. I just went with what I think a homeless person might like to eat. I apologize again .
Also i'm calling currency in this story ryo, yet it's counted in US dollars to make it easier~ I'm sorry if this chapter felt kind of rushed. I just lost most of what I had planned during the long time without typing. I'll try to make the next chapters better. I'm bored with the burglary and ready to get into the prostituition X3