“Gaara, I want to—” She stopped abruptly as she witnessed her younger brother sitting before his desk a kunai sliding across his skin. She felt as if her heart had literally stopped. “What are you doing, you idiot!?” She screamed furiously. She pulled the blade from his hands throwing it behind her straight into the wall.

A dark line ran across his wrist, red blood pouring from the cut.

He was bleeding.

Gaara looked up at Temari hoping she would have an answer for him.

Her lip was trembling and her eyes were filled with a livid fire. “Answer me!”

“I…I don’t know.”

His sister sunk to the floor. “How can you not know!?” She swore. “You don’t just take a kunai to your wrist without knowing what the purpose is. Do you want to kill yourself? Do you?!”

“Maybe.” He answered honestly.“Don’t you care about us?!”

He frowned. “Temari, I don’t—”

“Do you really think that killing yourself won’t hurt anybody?” Her voice lowered to a normal volume, but it was sharper, firmer, colder.

“I…” He watched his sister. “You would care?”

“Of course I’d care, you idiot! Do you think that – that just because we have an argument that I don’t give a damn?! Hell, Gaara! I’m a temperamental bitch! Ask Kankurou; I say things I don’t mean!!” She growled. “Just when I learn to accept you as a brother, you want to end it? Well, newsflash, I’m not letting you do that.”

“I’m different.” He muttered.

“I know.” She growled. “And I’m sorry I said that you were useless without the Shukaku. I was having a bad day okay? I love you because you’re my brother, not because of your power.”