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Kankuro paused when Kiba reminded him that he had left his beloved puppet behind. It was a shock to him that he could even do that: forget so easily. Yet it had happened with the strange turn of events. He gave a slight shrug to Gaara, and a look of concern. "You want to eat here?" He asked. "Go sit at the table, if you do, and i'll be down in a second..." He said, heading towards Kiba's room. Grabbing Karasu, he hung around in the room for a bit, thinking about the confusing thoughts he had experianced not too long ago, then limping back downstairs to see what Gaara's decision was.

Kankuro winced slightly at his blank features, as he knew it was his fault Kiba was in that mood. "I wanted to say... That... I'm sorry... I didnt think things through...." He muttered, looking at the ground. His face was full of regret for what happened that day, as things fell apart from one of his stupid moves, for him, for Kiba, and for Gaara. He knew that saying sorry wasnt going to fix everything, but it was all he had, at that moment. Right now, all he had was a peeved sorta-friend (he didnt even know if Kiba really wanted him there, at that moment), and an emotionally unstable brother...

Kankuro let out a silent sigh and followed. He rested Karasu beside him and sat in the only place left, not really feeling hungry, anymore. He didnt want to offend Kiba, though, and it smelled nice, so he took a few bites, then just swirled the spoon around in the bowl. It wasnt his fault he hated brats...

Kankuro seemed to refuse to look at Kiba, afraid he'd get one of the glares he knew Kiba hated him to give. Instead, he rested the spoon on the edge of the bowl, most of it still dipped in the barely-eaten stew. He looked over to Gaara for a moment, then back down with a frown. He just wanted to leave, right there. It was obvious that Kiba no longer felt comfortable with them there, and he still had to talk to Gaara, like he promised.
Pushing his bowl away a bit, he rested his arms on the table and buried his head within them.

Kankuro looked up. What is he doing? came to mind as he watched the boy hit his head on the table. "Kiba? Are you okay?" He asked, some concern and worry mixed in with his voice. He silently hoped that his little screwup didnt make Kiba... insane, and though he hardly doubted it was possible, it could still possibly happen. "Doesnt that hurt?" He asked, his voice a little more then a whisper.

Kankuro froze at the phraze said, and it took him a moment to pick apart the words from eachother. This couldnt be happening... How could Kiba like them both? For unknown reasons to everyone, including Kankuro, tears began forming in his eyes. Noticing this, he buried his face in his arms again. If Kiba liked Gaara as well... He should give up on him, right then.... He knew he wouldnt be able to share with his brother, if Gaara even liked Kiba back... he was just selfish in that way. And... If Gaara liked him back.... then it was a good thing. He knew that Gaara had never experianced anything like that, and needed to... And, with getting the hang of the 'big brother' thing, he would feel like just an a** if he took this chance away from him.
The tears still came, but he didnt budge from where he was, hiding his face. The first three words rang in his head, and the fourth just stopped everything in its tracks all over again. "Sorry..." He mumbled, not even knowing why he said it. "Sorry..." He said again.

Gaara had been staring blankly into the bowl of soup in front of him. he had poked it a couple of times before pushing it away. When Kiba spoke, Gaara slowly turned his head to look at the other two. His eyes filled with a mix of confusion, fear, and sorrow. He didn't know what to do. If he told Kiba how he felt, his brother would get hurt. If he didn't, Kiba would be. What was he supposed to do. Gaara looked away again, "Don't bother with me. I'll just get in your way. I'm better off..." he didn't finish his sentence, but, the word lingered in his mind. Dead.

"Besides, even if you, or we, or whatever did happen to get together, someone would be left to deal with their pain alone. I don't want to see my brother go through that. He doesn't deserve it." I just love them both too much to see that.


Gaara looked back at Kiba, "We...I...UG!" Gaara gripped his head and slammed it very hard on the table. He kept it there, not wanting to look up and probably see the blood dripping down his face. He had felt the wood of the table splinter slightly and he knew he would start bleeding soon.