You were Gaara's older sibling. Just because he was born different from the others, no one in your family except your mother had any kindness or love towards him. Everyone saw him as a monster, even at a young age because of his power. And you were seen as a weakness. Weaker than anyone in the family, yet the kindest one. The most lovely, gentle and sweet one. You tried to be nice, to make him not feel alone. He knew you'd get beaten by your father whenever he saw you being kind to him, having that calm smile. He hated it. How could someone as kind as you deserve all that? He knew you were weak, unlike him too. That you were shorter and smaller than people your age, it only made it easier for people to push you around. Yet, you still were kind towards him. Even when your mother passed away, and you two got thrown out, you worked hard just so he wouldn't be hungry. Just so he would have clothing to wear. In his eyes, you were the most kind and amazing person.

As he grew up, you made sure he wouldn't feel the emptiness of you two being orphans now. Despite needing some comfort too, you never showed how hurt you are. He couldn't quite understand it. He knew your relationship with your both parents was good before he was born. They threw you out because of him. Yet there you were, working for him and being kind. Gaara felt like he didn't deserve it. Seeing other girls your age, happy with their family, some even in happy relationships. While you, despite being the beauty of the village, were single, yet taking care of him. All that good looks. That long, silky hair, drop dead gorgeous face and beautiful body going to waste. Anyone would feel guilty. And so did Gaara. Even when he hid it well.

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Nee-san.

You heard behind you as you were sitting on your bed, fixing your kimono that was quite old, but didn't complain about it. You'd rather get Gaara things instead of getting yourself new clothing.

Are you fixing your kimono again?

Even with that age, he was aware of all that. Seeing how your chest was getting bigger, how you were slowly getting like the other women he knew, and not that small girl anymore. How your..breasts were growing.

You know men are looking at you. Your chest is getting big.

Gaara said with a straight face, even when he knew it was something damn embarrassing, but your innocent self wouldn't mind it. He sat down next to you, letting out a quiet sigh as he saw how you looked. Like a real..woman. After all, you were 18, and him 16. He couldn't help but feel proud at knowing in what a gorgeous woman his dearest sister was turning into.

We have to get you a new kimono.