Heya! What's shakin'? I love you people...you're so good to this lowly authoress...Anyways, shout-out to nemadragon31 for her idea! Thnx! This chapter's for you!!!

Soundtrack:

Nobody's Home by Avril Lavigne

Another Brick in The Wall (part 3) by Pink Floyd

Killer Queen by Queen

Change Your Mind by The Killers (or) All-American Rejects

Disclaimer: You really think I own Naruto? Man, you need to get out more...

"GAARA HAS SIBLINGS?!"

Sakura backed up, thoroughly disturbed. Bad enough that Gaara had psychotic teammates, now those same teammates are his SIBLINGS? That was something she really didn't need to know about.

Kankuro and Temari sighed. "Yes, he does."

"Wait," she said, calming down, "why are you telling me?"

"Well, our brother hasn't been dating anyone else here," Kankuro deadpanned. Then he becamed panic-stricken. "Has he?!"

"We aren't 'dating,'" Sakura shouted, exasperated. Then her face grew dark. "At least, not anymore..."

"You were still with him, though!"

"How do you know?"

"Because you have the locket," said a sombered Kankuro.

"What, this?" She grabbed at the locket around her neck, puzzled. "What does this have to do with anything?"

Temari was now agitated. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she started in.

"that locket is one of the finest pieces of Sunian craftsmanship ever created from high-grade Sunian silver." She grew quiet. "It was our mother's..."

"So?"

"You don't get it," Temari shouted out. "Our mother died giving birth to Gaara! She left that locket to him, and now it's the only thing he's ever had of her! He would never give that up for anything in the world!" She was sobbing audibly. Sakura was startled at how such a strong, powerful individual was so easily brought to tears by the thought of her mother's death.

"Meaning," cut in Kankuro, "that he must really like you."

"It doesn't matter if he loves me or not," she said, trying to sound brave over the slight waver in her voice, "He told me that I'm holding him back. He doesn't need me anymore. It's over."

She felt the tears come and ran for it. Finding a secluded part of the rest area, she sank to her knees and cryed, not caring who was watching. One phrase kept repeating itself in her head, ove and over:

It's over...

Gaara sighed, and dropped the invisibility justu. Walking over to his siblings, he sighed.

"Well, that could have gone better," he muttered bitterly.

"Hey, if you miss her so bad, why won't you..."

"No."

He turned away, face once again a mask of indifference, though inside, he wanted to scream. "She's better off without me."

"How right you are."

The three siblings turned en masse to see Sasuke leaning against the tree behind them. Gaara stiffened.

"What do you want?"

Sasuke's smirk turned into a frown of distaste, and he stalked foward, confronting the other adolescent.

"Stay away from Sakura."

"Why should I?"

Sasuke's frown was now accompanied by crossed-arms and narrowed eyes.

"She's mine."

"She belongs to no one," Gaara intoned. Kankuro and Temari exchanged scared looks. They knew the tone in his voice: Uchiha better watch his back.

"Keep seeing her, and you won;t see the end of this exam, foreigner."

"Name-calling, Uchiha?" Gaara closed his eyes and shook his head, smirking. "How childish."

Everything was quiet, when a hissing sound could be heard. Sasuke jumped out of the way as a tendril of sand just barely wrapped around his leg. Panting, Sasuke watched in facinated horror as sand squirmed and shifted around Gaara. Gaara chuckled evilly.

"Threats don't work on me, Uchiha."

Sand was summoned back, and as it slithered to its owner, a sakura blossom was caught in its grasp. Sasuke's eyes were fixated on it as Gaara plucked it away from his sand and held it out in the palm of his hand. Gaara was now looking the Uchiha eye to eye.

"You have no idea what you're messing with."

"IDIOT!"

Naruto now suffered through another barrage of blows to the head as Sakura launched into a lecture intended to settle into the empty space between Naruto's ears.

"That interview was supposed to be for the whole team! Not just you, but ALL of us!"

"Itai, Sakura-chan..."

Sakura went limp. She was drained. "Why do I even bother? You're just going to do it again..."

"Hey, Sakura..."

She turned to see Sasuke walking toward her. "What?"

"I want you to stay away from those Suna kids."

"Sasuke, I never thought I'd say this, but that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. It's not like they're hurting anyone!"

"I don't trust them, and neither should you."

This got her really agitated. "If you don't trust them, then you can stay away from them! I like them, they're nice! They just want to be a chuunin, like everyone else! Don't tell me who I can and can't talk to, Sasuke Uchiha!"

And with that statement hanging thickly in the tense air, she stormed off.

"Gaara?"

Temari was hesitant. If she knew her family, then Gaara could be any level of unstable after Uchiha had left. Judging from the look of the agitated sand surrounding him, she'd settle for "highly unstable".

At the very least.

"What?"

She cleared her throat, and got straight to the point. "When are you going to tell her?"

Gaara immediately stiffened, and Temari prepared to write her will on the spot. If I die, I blame it on Kankuro...

"I don't know."

Temair was thrown off for a minute. Her baby brother sighed, and sank down to the ground, cross-legged. Temari blinked, and sat down hesitantly beside him. Unsure of what to do now, she did what she thought was natural: she reluctantly wrapped an arm around his neck, and pulled him into a one-armed hug. He didn't pull away.

"Gaara?"

"Yes, nee-san?" Nee-san. He hadn't called her that since he was six...

"Dispite the fact that everyone says different, I still say you're the best baby brother in the world. " She turned her head to look into the trees surrounding them, and tousled his hair lightly. "You're a good kid."

And in that miniscule second, Temari could've sworn she saw her baby brother smile.

Y'know, on my week-long break, I went to the doctor, and I found out about something: because I'm typing so much, I now am the proud owner of two sprained wrists. Yet here I am, in a hell of a lot of pain, and I'm writing this for you.

Be grateful, and review for me and my poor broken body. Please?