-Kiyomi-
"I can't believe the nerve of him! Trying to say you're only pretending to be my friend so I'll let my guard down then you'll strike."
Fayre said, still ranting about her fight with the Kazekage as I led her to my apartment. It had three rooms; a bedroom, a kitchen, and a living room. The kitchen was small, but big as it need to be for how little I actually used it. My bedroom consisted of a pallet on the floor and a small walk-in closet. It had a bathroom attacked off to the left hand side. The living room was simple with a couch, two chairs, and a coffee table. It wasn't much, but it had been my home ever since Meratee killed my parents.
I turned my attention back to my still ranting friend and smiled at her as I sat down ont eh couch in the living room.
"Then he says I can't pick trustworthy people to be my friends and refused to listen to why you thought you had to kill him. God, I swear, sometimes he's worse than Gale was when I worked at his place."
She said, finally ending her rant.
"Feel better?"
I asked with a smile.
"A little bit, yeah."
She said and I just shook my head at her. She was remarkable. Even though she was arguing with him she still risked her life to protect Lord Gaara. Then, instead of killing me, she allows me to live and helps me avenge my parents' deaths. We somehow went form being enemies to friends and she trusts me so wholeheartedly that she even risked her relationship with the guy she loves to show she's serious about keeping me as a friend. I've never had anyone trust me so much. All my life I've been deceived, so why does she trust me? But more importantly, why do I trust her?
"Why?"
I asked after a while. My curiosity and confusion getting the best of me.
"Why what?"
She asked me confused.
"Why do you place so much trust in me when we were enemies until just a few days ago? Why do you risk so much just to prove I'm trustworthy?"
I asked and was shocked when she smiled up at me.
"Because…."
She said and I waited for her answer.
"We're friends. And if friends can't trust friends, then what good are they?"
She asked and I blinked in surprise at her before smiling in return.
'Truly remarkable.'
-Temari-
"God, this is worse than the time he'd thought we lost her."
Kankuro said as we watched our younger brother mope around the village. He'd do his paperwork, come home, sit at the table and stare blankly down at his food, then he'd go and stay locked up in his room.
"Well, it's his own damn fault."
I said and heard Kankuro sigh.
"True. Do you think those two will ever make up?"
He asked and I shrugged.
"I don't know. Maybe."
I said, but I doubted it. With the way Fayre left and how Gaara looked when he came down the stairs, it didn't seem like it.
FLASHBACK
Temari watched as Fayre slammed the door behind her and Kiyomi with her sand. A couple of minutes later she and Kankuro heard footsteps on the stairs. They turned to look at their brother and gasped. He was covered in cuts. Along his arms, neck, and face. Some bleeding, while others were healing, but it was the look in his eyes that really shocked them. He looked broken.
"Gaara, what happened?"
Temari asked and heard her youngest brother sigh.
"We got into an argument and she left. Get someone to clean up her room and replace everything that's broken. I'm going to my room."
He said before disappearing down the hall. Temari and Kankuro hurried to Fayre's room to see the damage their 'argument' had caused and gasped at the destroyed bedroom. The vanity's mirror was shattered and had pieces lying on the floor. The dresser had been broken along the middle and the bed was completely tore to pieces. They quickly called in a couple of ninja to clean the place up and replace everything, but it felt empty without Fayre. The whole house did.
END FLASHBACK
"We've got to get those two to make up."
Kankuro said and I sighed.
"And how do you expect to do that?"
I asked turning to look at my brother.
"We get Gaara to admit that he was wrong."
He said with a smile. I didn't like the look on his face. It meant he had an idea and that usually didn't mean anything good.
"What are you thinking?"
I asked and his smile just widened.