Naruto One-Shot (Yaoi)

Snow Puppies

BY Asian_Aaron_Samuels

It's been years since Kankurou hated his family, the Sand Siblings have been a strong family unit ever since Temari and Kankurou hauled Gaara away from Konoha when they were younger and more foolish. Long ago before Gaara apologized for the monster he'd become, before Kankurou and Temari admitted they didn't do any better as his older siblings.

But Kankurou honestly, truly, sincerely hated his older sister for deciding she wanted a wedding in the middle of winter. In the Land of Fire where it actually snowed. At least winters in Wind only involved a drop in temperature. Cold air was fine; snow was not. The only thing that consoled him was that a fair bit of Temari's guests who had made the trek from Suna to Konoha were shivering, sneezing, and plastering convincing smiles on their faces for the happy couple. Misery enjoyed company after all.

Although, there was one more thing that helped keep him outside of the banquet hall where Temari and Yoshino Nara insisted would be the perfect place to take pictures. His kind of boyfriend who happened to be in attendance.

A well toned arm slung around his shoulder pulled him away from the sidelines of the photoshoot where he had been standing beside Matsuri. Willingly, he allowed the person to drag him backwards. A quick scan of the group accumulated outside let Kankurou know who the individual was. There was only person ballsy enough to pull the brother-of-the-bride away from taking pictures besides Gaara his sibling, who was very much standing next to Naruto Uzumaki and doing a bad job at keeping his hands to his self.

"Forget why we're here, dog breath?" Kankurou angled his head to the side to toss a smile at the Konoha-nin.

Kiba grinned wolfishly in turn at the older man. "Thought you were gonna freeze to death if I didn't intervene."

"You'd finally be paying me back for saving you from those freaky twins."

Kankurou laughed when Kiba sputtered, half choking on air and whatever startled noise that bubbled from his throat. They stopped when they reached the veranda of the Nara clan's banquet hall. Through the paper walls, the commotion of servants readying the place for the reception could be heard. Anyone who wasn't a close friend of the happy couple were having drinks in the building they had the ceremony in, whilst the Konoha 11 and Temari's closest friends from Suna were herded like deer for pictures.

With a content sigh, the older shinobi plopped down on the blessedly clear porch. He patted the space beside him invitingly until Kiba took the seat with the same lack of grace.

"How long do you think Temari's going to hold us hostage for pictures?"

"I'll lose a toe to frostbite before she's done," Kankurou whined.

The younger brunet snickered. "What ever happened to 'Suna-nin are tougher than weaklings from Konoha', huh? You going soft on me, Kurou?"

"Unlike you, I grew up in a desert. It doesn't snow in Suna, jackass."

"Ha! Can't take a little snow? Man, how does the Kazekage feel about his own bodyguard being so-"

Kiba was cut off when a snowball, well, more like a snowboulder hit him square in the chest. The attack knocked him onto his back and buried under a fair amount of snow when it collapsed upon impact. He could feel the chill sink in as his own unnaturally high body heat melted the snow. With a yelp unbecoming of a shinobi, Kiba flailed about until he managed to free himself from the icy prison.. and onto the snowy ground whilst Kankurou howled with unbridled laughter.

"Oh wow, if only the photographer was with us!" The puppet wielder wheezed from laughing so hard. "I should've brought my camera with me, this is priceless. Absolutely price-" Kankurou shouted as he was dragged to the ground by his ankle. His body made a nice, Kankurou shaped imprint in the snow. "Kiba!"