“Mari? Mari? Mariii ?! "
Furiously she yanked open the door of her room. At full speed it raised her brother to his four letters.
"Not nice, not nice at all," he moaned painfully, "imagine if I were Shika ... What then ?!" - "Out of the question." - "But just imagine it, Mari." - "Custom 'I don't - Shika would never, never - not even in a dream - dare to call me' MARI '. "
Kankuro made an offended face as he let his little brother pull him to his feet. "All right ..." He sounded snippy - and irritated and ...
"Kuro?" - "Yes?" - "Are you offended?" - "Yes and no ... Nya ... Oh - what do I know?"
Suddenly the eldest of the Sabakunos became serious. She took the fairy's hands tightly in her own. "May?" - "Yes?" "Oh ..." Sad silence on both sides. Then she asked timidly: "Do you want to talk about it?" - "She sent me into the desert because I wanted to give YOU something - in her eyes - much cooler for Christmas than her ..."
Temari smiled encouragingly. It was like the signal to start a race. It was the starting shot for the times of grief. Kankuro poured his heart out to her as they strolled the streets looking for gifts for their friends and family.
"Gaara?" Temari was holding a cashmere sweater in front of her and turned on her own axis in front of the head-high mirror.
"Yes?" Her brother stepped almost silently behind her.
She sighed. "Is that what I think?"
A wordless nod was answer enough for her.
"Oh man, I knew he wouldn't hold back his treat long enough ..." Silence. Then. “Kuro is just not a relationship person. He needs his freedom. Anyone would give him the pass if he ran after every tip of his skirt. "-" And hit on everything that is not on the trees at 'Drei!' ... "
Both looked at each other through the mirror and had to start grinning at the same time when they saw Kankuro stumbling out of the changing room behind them - in a conspicuously dotted flannel shirt.
When all three faced each other, it just broke out of them. They cackled without stopping and at that moment they were so happy to have each other and to get this stressful shopping marathon over and over again every year. It was like a family tradition they led to be even more connected and they loved it - all three of them.