Chapter 39
When he was little, Kankuro was told he had a new brother. Temari had scrunched up her face, excitement shining in her eyes, until their father had bent at the waist, eyes flashing malevolently, and told them in strict, crushing words that Sabaku no Gaara was a monster.
That his new little brother had killed their mother.
Temari had cried tears of anger and rage and loss and she’d refused to even look at their little brother.
Kankuro had gone to look only once, despite his father’s warnings.
He had been quiet, so, so quiet, sneaking past the nanny who hid her face in her scarf, arms drawing her knees close to her chest, letting the door creak open just the slightest amount.
He’d tilted his head through the door and then, then he’d gasped, high and shocked as he saw sand rushing towards him, brutal and filled with malicious chakra.
Kankuro hadn’t seen his brother until Uncle Yashamaru had become his primary caretaker.
So when he had heard of the little girl that had captured his brother’s attention, he’d decided to risk it.
Then, maybe, she’d see that Gaara was a monster and she’d run away.