Title: Mock Trials

Fandom: Naruto

Pairing: Kankurou/Temari

Rating: PG(-13)

Word Count: 600

Summary/Description: Temari is tired of playing pretend.

Warning/Spoilers: No spoilers. Incest. A little language.

A/N: Written for Omnivorously for the 'write me this pairing in a dysfunctional way' meme. I really enjoyed writing this.

Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.

She stalks into his room just as he is at the sink washing the face paint off. He doesn't bother to protest; she has been barging into his room since he was five years old, and he hasn't yet been able to do a thing about it. He settles for scowling at her, which, per usual, Temari ignores.

"What is it?" Kankurou asks, drying his face with a small towel as he turns to face her. Temari is wearing her nightclothes, or at least what she count as nightclothes: an old shirt of Kankurou's that barely covers her thighs. He stares at her kneecaps for a full ten seconds before looking away.

"When did you get back?" She leans against the wall near his bed and folds her arms, business as usual. She looks different, somehow; he can't pinpoint exactly what it is.

"About two hours ago," he replies with no expression, rifling through his drawers. He glances at her and sees her raised eyebrows, but chooses to do some ignoring of his own.

She asks the question anyway.

"Why didn't you come tell me?" is her rebuttal. Her voice is flint hard, her sapphire blue eyes narrowed, and for the first time, Kankurou registers the anger in her. He stifles a sigh, because this means that things are indeed just as fucked up as he doesn't want them to be.

Outside, a sand storm is whipping up.

"I fell asleep," he says with a shrug, trying to sound as casual as possible.

"Bullshit," she retorts, and drops herself onto his bed. They stare at each other for a long minute, and again, it strikes Kankurou that something about her is changed.

"How was the mission?" she asks before he can think up a reply to her last statement. She's right; it's a load of crap, but no one is going to stop them but themselves, and he has to at least make an effort.

"A piece of cake." He goes back to searching his drawers. He doesn't even know what he's looking for. "The hardest part was getting there; those Cloud-nin weren't worth the sand in my shoes."

Temari snorts.

"That's what happens when you're over qualified for a mission," she snipes, looking at her fingers. "So, you ran away, you broke some skulls. Are you finally done with your soul searching?"

Kankurou pauses, and closes his eyes. She is digging too deep.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He turns, facing her. "Listen, I'm going to go to bed now, so would you mind—"

"You know, I would have never pegged you for this much of a coward; not any brother of mine." In seconds, she is on her feet and in his face, blue eyes like pieces of sky staring him down.

He fidgets, and when he would have lowered his head, she grabs his chin and she kisses him.

It is hot and hard and jarring, meant to jerk him awake with sensation and memory. Her hands wrap around his arms as she presses into him, touching him and making it more real than ever. Her tongue licks at his lips and his teeth and before he knows it, he is kissing back.

When she pulls away, it hits him: her hair. It is swaying loose and hanging around her shoulders, shaggy and dark blonde. It gets in her eyes and in her mouth, and for one split second, she is not his sister; she is just a girl.

"That's what I'm talking about," she says, and Kankurou cannot deny it any longer.

A/N: I kinda want to write the prequel to this, where they fall into bed, and Kankurou freaks out and leaves for a pointless mission.