The red head sat at his desk, filling out forms and papers in silence.

Next to him sat a few envelopes, each one decorated in glitter and stickers.

It was already to his knowledge, who sent them.
Temari never trusted Kankuro with her personal letters, so she would have them sent to Gaara's office. He had repeatedly told her time and time again that he wasn't her personal mail man, but that didn't stop her from convincing her friends to send them to him and not the house.

It didn't bother him too much. They were never heavier than an envelope or the occasional package. And he never had to listen to a telegram. Her friends seemed more level headed than she was... which was good...

"Gaaaaraaa..." A voice hummed.

The boy blinked but didn't look up.

"Gaaaaraaaa..." It called again.

This time he blankly sighed.
"Whaaaaaaat?" He groaned.

Footsteps entered the room.
"I have cookies..."

Gaara snapped his head up just in time to see Kankuro sit down on his desk

"And to what do I owe this annoyance"
He looked back at his paper and continued to write.

Kankuro slid off the desk and knelt before his brother.
"I just wanted to see what you were up to"
He pouted.
"Boring paperwork huh?"

Gaara signed his name at the bottom of the paper.
"It was boring paperwork...now it's the permission for the academy to go on a field trip."

Kankuro grinned.
"So you're free?...does that mean you can leave now?"

"That it does"
Gaara said, capping his pen and putting other papers aside.

"So...you can come with me then"
The bigger boy resmebled a small child, awaiting to hear that he was going to the candy store.

Gaara stared at him.
"Go...where?"

Kankuro's childish grin went to a slight smirk.
"...a little thing with some friends of mine..."

Gaara stood up and headed toward the door.
"Hell. No."

Kankuro wimpered.
"But why not"
He picked up the forgotten letters from Gaara's desk and walked after the boy.

Gaara closed his eyes, still walking and managing to avoid all possible injury.
"They're your friends... not mine. And I don't feel like going out."

"Then I'll have them come over..."

"No."

The two reached outside and it was obvious that Gaara had no intention of going on with the conversation.

Kankuro stopped.
"Why don't you want to?..."

Gaara stopped as well.
"Kankuro...it's not about you. I just don't want to... now drop it."

They began walking again.
The silence continued into the house.

"Welcome back you two"
Temari piped from behind a magazine.

Gaara walked upstairs with no response to her.

She lifted a brow.
"What's wrong with him?"

Kankuro sighed as he walked upstairs.
"...that's what I'm gonna find out."

He entered Gaara's room slowly.
"Hey...Gaara"
Coming in at night was dramatically different than the day. At night, Gaara was on the roof, watching the moon. His room was filled with the sweet scent of the night's air. And he wasn't staring Kankuro in the face.

"...come in here if you want...but I don't wanna hear anything regarding tonight"
The boy looked back infront of him.

Kankuro sighed.
"Gaara... they really do want you to go...and I do too..."

Gaara closed his eyes.
"What did I just say"
He turned to Kankuro with a glare.
Lifting his hand he belted a kunai in the other boy's direction.

Kankuro kept still as he heard the door slam behind him.
"...G...G..." He began to shiver.

Gaara blinked and made a blank face.
"I didn't miss... I was just shutting the door..."

A sigh of relief escaped Kankuro's mouth.
"...oh..."

"But I really don't want to hear about it... I don't want to see your friends... and I'm not into leaving the house... I don't want to go anywhere... I don't want anything brought to me... and I don't want anything to do... alright?"

Gaara had a way of doing that. Cutting off every loophole from the knot. There was no room for Kankuro to weasel in a suggestion.

Accepting defeat, he sat on Gaara's bed and layed himself down next to his sitting sibling.

Gaara looked at him.
"And just what are you doing?"

Kankuro made himself comfortable.
"I'll stay with you..."

Gaara grunted.
"No you will not. Don't sit around me moping when you could be with your friends..."

Kankuro paused.
'...is Gaara...concerned about me?'

The boy continued to stare out of the dim window.
"...and out of my room..."

'Should've known'
He made a pout and flared his nostrils.

Gaara heard his grimace and glanced at him.
"Listen monkey boy... if you promise that no one will make a mess... and that I won't have to haul you up the stares, drunk as ever"
He shifted his eyes back to the window.
"...I'll...hang with you and your friends tonight..."

Kankuro blinked.
A smile came over his lips as he lept up.
"Really?! Yes! Whoo-hoo"
He dashed out of the bed and into the hall.
"I gotta get ready!"

Gaara sat in his bed.
A light blush came over his face.
'...I...I felt like... he had to be happy'
He layed on the bed, resting his head where Kankuro's had been.
'...but now that he is happy...I...feel...good'
He closed his eyes and drifted off into a state of sleep.