Hi, everybody! I'm sorry this last chapter took so long to publish. I think karma came back to me, using my brother's pain for my stories. I had the exact same infection he had, so I had to go through the same pain and drugs. Our stupid ex-dentist needs to learn how to clean bacteria out of route canals.
Well, like I mentioned before, this is the last chapter and it probably won't be very long, so I hope you enjoy it!
"Hold her hair back! Nanao, are you almost done?" Temari was frantic. Nanao almost never became sick, but since Gaara's infection popped up, she had been lazy and throwing up every day.
With her head in the toilet and Kankuro's hands holding her hair away from her face, Nanao lifted her hand to give a thumbs-up sign to Temari. However, that thumbs-up quickly turned to a thumbs-down when another retching noise came from her throat and more stomach acid came up. Kankuro closed his eyes and turned his head to the side, fighting the urge to throw up himself.
"Gaara really needs to get home."
"How was the dentist, Gaara?" Nanao asked as soon as the Kazekage walked through the door. A boastful smirk was planted on her face.
The loyal Shinobi who had escorted him home handed him a tissue, which Gaara quickly grabbed and wiped the drool coming from his mouth. His reply was some kind of mumble, due to the numb feeling on his mouth. All he wanted to do was sleep, but his girlfriend had other ideas in mind.
"Here, love," Nanao said, gripping the apple she had in her hand. She outstretched her hand toward him. "Eat this. I know you're hungry."
Gaara glared daggers at her. He knew it was revenge busting her lip with his head and then making fun of her. He took a step away when she advanced toward him.
"Eat it," she repeated in monotone. The Shinobi quickly moved away from the two, fearing for his physical health.
Nanao carefully lunged toward Gaara, only to be caught by a barrier of sand. She let out a loud battle cry and punched it with her free hand. Being extremely gentle, Gaara wrapped the sand around her body and lifted her from the ground.
"You know, Gaara, you're so lucky I haven't left you yet," she told him. Knowing she was bluffing, Gaara rolled his eyes and continued to his room, releasing her once his door was shut and locked.
"So, what all did they do at the dentist?" Temari asked her baby brother later that day. The numbing had gone away and he could talk normally again without slurring his words together.
Gaara shrugged, chewing a piece of bread slowly. "Drilled into my tooth and sucked out the infection. I have to go back in a month. Oh, and the hospital is going to mail the bill to us."
They were quiet for a long while. As Temari contemplated her words, Gaara was focused on his sickly girlfriend, who was sleeping soundly in the bedroom. The entire house was dead silent and it annoyed the both of them. When was Kankuro coming home? He had said he was going to buy some things at the store, but that was three hours ago.
"What all did I do while I was drugged up?" Gaara questioned to break the silence. Temari fought hard to keep a straight expression on her face.
"You felt Nanao up that first night at the hospital, you drooled on her crotch, you forgot where the bathroom was, you refused to put on clothes, and you busted Nanao's lip open. Oh, and then you made fun of her."
He sighed and placed his forehead on his palms. "She's going to leave me," he concluded. Temari stood up from her chair and picked Gaara's plate up.
"Why would she do that?"
"Why wouldn't she? She has good reasons to. Also, I made fun of her on purpose. Her face looked funny and I couldn't help it."
Temari smiled and dried her hands after the plate was cleaned off. As she walked past him, she patted him on the back. "She loves you. I honestly don't think you have anything to worry about."
Nanao paced the floor in the living room. It was three in the morning. Where was Kankuro? He should've been back hours ago.
She whined and crossed her legs over each other, eyeing the two empty two-liter bottles of water she had drank. Butterflies of excitement filled her stomach as the door opened. Kankuro quickly walked in and thrust a plastic bag into her hands.
"Sorry that took so long," he whispered, running his fingers through his overly messy hair. "I, uh…stopped by a friend's house."
"Kankuro, I don't need to hear about your sexual adventures. Come on. We need to do this before he wakes up and I really need to pee."
While Nanao was locked in the bathroom, Kankuro waited impatiently outside the door. He was just as nervous as she was. He couldn't sit still, and when the door opened, they both hovered their heads over the piece of plastic in her hand.
A smile flashed on their faces at the result.
"Is that the hospital bill?" Kankuro asked Gaara, looking at the white envelope. Gaara nodded and slid his thumb in the slit, sliding it over until the paper was opened.
"They lied to me!" he yelled. His eyes were glued to the large amount of money that needed to be paid. "They said I would get a discount!"
"Gaara, you were drugged up on Vicodin and nobody wanted to tell you how much you would end up paying. There is no discount for being a Kazekage," his brother said bluntly.
"Good morning!" Nanao exclaimed happily as she skipped into the kitchen. Both boys stared at her, one with a pleased grin on his face. The other looked as if he was going to rip someone apart and enjoy the screams as he did it.
Seeing her partner's upset expression, she wrapped her arms around his neck from behind and kissed the top of his head. It was something she wasn't able to do unless he was sitting down, so she did it whenever she got the chance.
"Oh, costy," she mumbled, looking over the bill.
"You won't be able to get clothes for a while, Nanao," Kankuro said, leaning back in the opposite chair and locking his fingers behind his head. "Won't be able to buy a lot of things for a while."
Gaara sighed and closed his eyes. "Well, it needs to be paid, I suppose."
Nanao smiled and kissed his neck, which confused him. He knew she was angry with him, but she was being very affectionate. "I'm so proud of you, Gaara. You're very mature."
"Nanao, are you okay?"
"I'm perfectly fine. I'm just glad to know that my boyfriend can deal with anything thrown at him. You know what I mean?"
She laughed and kissed the top of his head again, backing away and heading for the hallway. After a loud yawn, and looked back at him and put on a serious face.
"Oh, and guess what?"
"There's a baby in the oven."