Love Me Like XO, Kill Me Like XO {LeeGaa}

Week Four {part one}

Due to my guilt for the long absence, this chapter will have two parts because it ended up being pretty long. I should have part two finished in no more than a couple of days <3

Gaara clicked on his laptop and tapped in the password on the keyboard, headphones on, his usual stoic expression a mask to hide the angry tension that was slowly rising in the pit of his stomach. His finger instantly dragged the cursor over to the window labelled 'Skype' and hurriedly requested a video call with his brother. After a few seconds of anxiously drumming his fingers against the desk, the call was answered, and a pixelated image of the brown-haired man filled the screen.

"Hey, little brother. Is everything okay?" Kankuro's eyes widened at the fury lurking beneath Gaara's scowl.

"Did Father ever try to get you married without your permission?" He asked.

"Eh? No. He was too focused on forcing Temari into engagement to get me into all that trouble."

"Then why," Gaara seethed, playing with his fingers to distract himself from the rage boiling in the pit of his stomach, "has he found me a fiance?"

Kankuro fell into silence, the awe in his expression evident by his parted lips and constricted pupils. He swallowed thickly, leaning in until the majority of the screen was taken up by his face. "Gaara, calm down-"

"No- no- I-" The redhead clutched at the hairs on his nape, taking a few heavy gasps in attempt to draw a sheet over his emotions. He sighed, releasing the exhale slowly, before continuing. "Kankuro, I came home last week and Temari had bruises everywhere. It's the worst I've seen her since she was caught trying to run away with her ex boyfriend all those years ago."

His brother swore viciously. "Gaara-"

"I'm sick of all of this, Kankuro. I'm strong enough to stand up for myself now."

"What are you going to do?"

Gaara paused, thinking it through, lulling over the dangerous plans that were seducing him into revenge. "A lot," he started, "and I'm going to need your help."

His sibling seemed to stare for an eternity. He knew it would happen. They'd fantasised about this from earliest childhood, praying that one day they'd find a life free of their father's angry grip. His brother let out a long sigh. "On one condition." He gazed at Gaara seriously, keeping their eyes locked. "You must keep Temari safe. Everytime you do something outrageous, you tell Dad that she had nothing to do with it. Understood?"

"I promise I won't involve her." Gaara replied. A slow grin began to form on Kankuro's face. He leaned back, folded his arms, and smirked at him through the computer screen.

"Good. Because I know exactly where to start."

Something about Kankuro's grin seemed particularly unnerving. Suddenly uncertain, Gaara cocked his head to the side. "Okay...?" He asked expectantly.

"Ask Lee out."

Heat flushed from Gaara's head all the way down to his toes. He shuddered at the idea, hoped that his blush wasn't too prominent, and cleared his throat. "No."

"Awe, c'mon!" His brother pouted, "You've been dying to go to that art gallery opening for weeks, and now you have someone to go with! Besides-" he blew a puff of brown hair out of his eyes and winked, "you're obviously head over heels for him."

"I'm not head over heels for anyone. I never have been, and I never will be. I'm not the loving type and you know it." Gaara huffed.

"Oh really?" Kankuro raised a brow, "So, where did you get that hoodie?"