Demented Siblings with Love:
Warning, HAZARDOUS.
By: Po0kiee/Gaa-chan
Author's Notes: This story will probably be appropriate in the start, but be warned because it might not be near the ending/middle. Thanks for reading. )
Disclaimer: I do not own the sand siblings or Naruto or anyone on here. But I do, however, own this plot and story. Please do not copy it without permission.
Chapter One. Oh my goodness.
Picking the lethal book with her thumb and index finger, Temari grimaced.
Oh, no, not this! Please not this…
It was in fact, 'this'. Kankurou's daily book of fantasies. Yes, yes, it was an inappropriate, naughty, sick-minded, picture magazine. And if you still do not know what I am speaking of, I suggest you find out or leave it alone.
Temari gasped and flipped open a page. Boy, Kankurou was very smart. He had used another cover of a large book to envelop the real cover. Temari's eyes widened at the graphic picture. Groaning, she tossed the magazine onto Kankurou's bed with disgust. She couldn't believe her eyes. It almost seemed yesterday that Kankurou was a child, or still at least 12 years old. Now – now… He was an 18 year old man that was still single, or always has been, still living at home with his siblings and totally grown up. Totally grown up, the words lingered on Temari's lips. Now that he was 18, she was 19 and Gaara was about 17, she felt that everyone had already gone and grown up, leaving their childish personalities and ways. Gaara, in fact, was never really childish, but Kankurou, (Temari almost giggled out loud) had almost always been. His macho attitude towards other people always fooled them, but at home – he was always her favorite, loving brother. And Gaara… Gaara's outlook on life had been complicated and almost stupid to her. It was so solemn and deathly, until that match with Uzumaki Naruto…
Temari almost had to thank the Uzumaki scrap for that.
Kankurou, you big bozu… I can't believe you!
She giggled and leaped onto his bed. She laid there for a minute, and then rolled over to her abdomen. Temari slowly let her fingers caress the soft material of his pillow. It really did seem like yesterday, didn't it? Every moment was very important. She let her head drop to the pillow and rest there for a moment. Her eyelids slowly started to droop over her eyes…
I just can't believe it…
Abruptly, the magazine fell off the bed. Temari's eyes shot open and blinked twice. Glancing over the bed, Temari eyed the evil magazine. What was so good about those anyways? All she knew was that the naked women had nothing better to do that molest each other. The sham cover of the magazine flapped open and let the real cover slip out.
"Ninja's Secrets," Temari murmured. How pathetic! She laughed whole-heartedly. Thank goodness her brothers weren't home. They had gone out to Konohagakure, Kankurou to deliver a message personally from his brother to a certain kunoichi, and Gaara to attend a meeting with the Hokage. Temari picked the book up and glared at the cover. A naked 'kunoichi' stood there with her hands near her crotch, holding two kunai's in both hands.
"Oh, sick," Temari rolled her eyes and tossed the book to her side. Cuddling warmly with Kankurou's pillow, Temari sighed softly.
The pillow… Smells like Kankurou…
Temari breathed in the scent. It smelled slightly like soap and leaves mixed together. Temari closed her eyes tightly and tried to imagine Kankurou at the moment. Probably delivering the message right now? She opened her eyes and lowered them slightly. Oh, how she missed her brother…
Kankurou… Dearest brother…
And with that, she dozed off comfortably.
Footsteps padded down the hallway, nearing to the door now, nearing to the bed now…
"Temari…" a soft voice murmured. He slid his rough fingers down her ebony legs softly – and pulled back instinctively. He smiled warmly and pulled his blankets over Temari's body. Temari's breathing was paced steadily, her body shifting only slightly from her breathing pattern.
Goodnight.
He thought to himself and closed his eyes. Wait… what was beside Temari…? His eyes opened widely. Oh fuck, it was his dirty magazine!
"Ahh!" He yelled loudly. Temari shifted once again and opened her eyes gradually, to see Kankurou's hands on his sandy brown hair. Temari immediately sat up.
"Kankurou!" Temari shrieked.
Oh man… Why is he home so early?! Oh no…
Temari fell out of bed. The blankets entangled her legs and sort of – sort of gave her a cushion. Kankurou started to laugh.
"The look… The look on your face!" He pointed out, one hand accusing her and the other clutching his stomach. Temari glared at Kankurou. Psh, as if it was actually that funny! She felt her face warm up with a deep crimson and covered her face with her hands.
"Ah… It wasn't that funny, Kankurou!" Temari regained her confidence. Kankurou bent over to stare at her as if she were mental.
"I thought it was." He grinned victoriously. Temari frowned and flicked her younger brother's forehead.
"No, it wasn't." She said with her legs still entangled in the blankets and her body still on the hardwood floor. Kankurou leaned over fully so their noses were almost touching. Temari blushed deeply, now.
"Oh well, I thought it was," His sultry breath lingered in the air amid them, which wasn't exactly spacious. Temari leaned back more, Kankurou leaned in more. Temari repeated the action, and so did Kankurou. Silence devoured the room. Temari leaned back more, only to find there was a wall against her head.
Oh my goodness.
Kankurou leaned in more, even though Temari did not or could not lean back more…
"Temari…" Their lips were so close, Temari could almost taste them. Smelled slightly like sweet dumplings? Temari gulped and leaned her head back as far as possible. It failed. The stupid wall was in her way. Her heartbeat grew faster and faster.
T-thump, t-thump, t-thump…
Kankurou's lips touched Temari's softly. Temari's eyes widened greatly. Kankurou's eyes were closed and he looked almost calm. Temari, on the other hand, looked panicked and flustered. It only lasted a second to Temari. Kankurou's lips merely brushed softly against Temari's for less than 10 seconds. And what was Temari getting so worried over about?
SLAP.
Temari's hand made contact with Kankurou's face.
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" Kankurou yelled, fell back, surprised. Temari slid down the wall from her position. She lowered her eyes.
"Don't do that anymore." She murmured softly, and then left. Kankurou was left in his room with a shocked look pasted onto his kabuki face. Kankurou sighed and stood up shakily. He flopped onto his bed and covered his face with his pillow ashamedly.
Temari leaned on Kankurou's door and sighed. Why did Kankurou have to go and do that? Weren't they totally fine being just brothers and sisters? Why?
Kankurou, you idiot… And I thought we were normal… Or at least half normal… Kankurou, and after they all teased us when we were younger… Teased us about… you know…
Temari slithered down the door to a sitting position. She felt guilty for slapping him but was slightly confused and angry at Kankurou for kissing her. It wasn't so much of a kiss but however – it meant so much to her. After all, wasn't she the one who loved Kankurou?