The Horrors of Orange Juice

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. I don't even own orange juice, we finished the box this morning.

Gaara stared at the glass in his sister's hand and sighed.

"Do I have to?"

"Gaara, this is good for you," Temari said. He rolled his eyes and she stuck the glass in front of his face. "Come on, just try it."

"Why is it called orange juice anyway?" he asked, eyeing the glass. "It's yellow."

"Because it's made from oranges," she said. He glared at her. "Gaara, seriously, just drink the juice. It won't kill you."

"Obviously," he said, earning him an eyeroll. He wanted to wrap her in sand and shut her up. Just because he'd apologized to her and Kankuro didn't mean she had the right to roll her eyes at him.

"Gaara, it's just juice!"

"Why do you want me to drink it so badly?" he challenged. She put the glass down on the counter and stuck her hands on her hips.

"You don't have enough vitamin C, okay?" she said.

"How would you know?"

"Gaara!" she threw her arms up in the air, aggravated. "What's the big deal about drinking orange juice? "

Gaara gave her a bored look, causing her to let out a long and rattling sigh. His expression didn't change.

"Gaara, drink it."

"I don't want to," he said flatly.

"Gaara," she said again, for about the millionth time. "It's only orange juice. It isn't going to hurt you."

"I don't want any of it."

"VITAMIN C, GAARA!"

"I honestly couldn't care less."

"Gaara!"

"What?" he asked, annoyed. What was so special about the stupid orange juice anyways?

"What do you mean, what?" Temari asked, her cheeks turning red in frustration. He blinked at her. "Gaara. You. Will. Drink. It."

"No, actually, I won't."

She glared at him, looking murderous. Gaara stared back at her blankly.

"What are you guys doing?" Kankuro asked, walking in. "Uh, what's going on?" His eyes drifted from Gaara's expressionless face to Temari, who looked more evil than usual to the glass of orange juice on the counter.

"Kankuro!" Temari exclaimed. "He won't drink the stinking orange juice!"

Kankuro blinked. "Seriously? I hate that stuff."

"Oh my gosh!" she burst out. "You aren't helping!"

"He doesn't need to help," Gaara put in. "I still won't drink it."

Temari looked ready to tackle him. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

"Gaara," she said slowly. "Will you please drink the orange juice?"

"No."

Temari was going to punch someone. She picked Kankuro.

"Ouch! What was that for?"

She ignored him. "FINE! Don't drink it! See if I care!"

And with that, she turned and stormed out of the kitchen.

"Whoa, I've never seen her so mad before..." Kankuro said, slightly afraid. Gaara shrugged and took a sip of the orange juice.