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Temari hummed as she cut up some beef for dinner as Kankuro tapped his foot to the beat of the song she hummed. Gaara frowned from the table as he shifted in his seat, knowing what was coming and disliking it.

“Mr. Sandman bring me a dream.” Temari mutters quietly under her breath as Kankuro tweaked the little puppet he was working on and smiled.

“Make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen.” He continued as Gaara glared at his siblings.

“Give him two lips like roses and clover.” Temari sung adding the meat to the pot with a scrape of her knife as she did so.

“Them tell him that his lonesome nights are over!” Kankuro sung loudly making his puppet dance on the table as Gaara sighed hard.

“Mr. Sandman, I’m so alone!” Temari slammed a lid over the pot and turned from the stove.

(‘Can’t we ever have a quiet dinner,’ Gaara laments aloud but unnoticed by his siblings.)

“Don’t have nobody to call my own!” Kankuro hugged his little puppet closer to his chest grinning as he did so.

“Please turn on your magic beam!” Temari stepped closer to Kankuro who stood and grabbed his sister’s hand outstretched hand.

“Mr. Sandman bring me a dream!” they shout in unison laughing as they swayed from side to side as Gaara begrudgingly tried to work.

They moved around the table waving their arms, humming and clapping to the beat as Gaara groaned aloud.

“Mr. Sandman bring me a dream! Make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen!” they sang in unison as Gaara looked at his grinning, (probably insane) siblings.

(‘What can I do to make you stop? I will leave.’ He tried to threaten and bargain but Temari pointed at him as Kankuro sang.)

“Give him the word that I’m not a rover. Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over!” he sings loudly, placing a hand on his chest proudly.

(’You leave and you won’t get dinner.’ She smirked.)

Temari and Kankuro once again joined hands and swayed singing the chorus loudly and off key now as Gaara piled up his work knowing he wasn’t going to get anymore done tonight until after dinner.

Temari danced her way over to the stove as Kankuro leaned on the table smiling at Gaara.

(‘You know you could just sing with us…Or not.’ He stepped back from the look of Gaara’s glare.)

“Mr. Sandman!” They shout together pointing at Gaara who sighed hard.

“Yes?” he answered giving in as they freeze before laughing hard.

“Bring us a dream!” they shout in unison before going on either side of him. He frowned at them as they smirk at each other.

“Give him a pair of eyes with a come-hither gleam.” Temari sang as she tugged at the corners of Gaara’s eyes. He tensed and frowned at his vision going wonky before trying to swat her hands away.

“Give him a lonely heart like Pagliacci!” Kankuro hummed patting Gaara’s chest in an almost mocking manner.

“AND LOTS OF WAVY HAIR LIKE LIBERACE!” They screamed ruffling Gaara’s hair, mussing up his already messy locks even more. Gaara stood abruptly red-faced and in a huff as they fall back laughing hard.

“Mr. Sandman bring us please-.” Temari tried before wheezing and holding her sides from laughing as Kankuro rose to his knees.

“Mr Sandman, bring us a dream!” He finished arms and chest out wide with his head thrown back as Temari snorted. Gaara sighed hard, dragging a hand over his face.

“It would be a dream if we could NOT do this for one night!” 

Actually got time to sit down and write and I’m half messing with a scene in the upcoming chapter of Selfless. Would anyone be interested in a sneak peak? Will also feature a hint of leading chapters with the song that will be featured soon.

Me: Whoo! Next chapter half way done! Better see how long-. Next Chapter: WORD COUNT: 10,000+ words Me:.... Fuck. Soooo basically I’m gonna break up the next chapter. It’ll be a double update with a week or so in between to make sure it’s the quality I want it to be since it’s IMPORTANT to character development and relationship developments between the characters. But since the Gaara spoiler won’t be featured until the following chapter would y’all like another spoiler for the very next chapter?

Gaara sighed as he straightened out the papers on his desk, letting them fall and tap against his desk. He still had at least another meeting to go to by the end of the day and now-.

His train of thought stopped at the gentle knock on his door; surprised at the sudden and unexpected intrusion.

“Come in,” he called, settling the pile on his desk as the person entered. “Hello-,”

“Are you the Kazekage?” He looked up startled by the interruption as a girl looks at him. She’s dressed in civilian clothes and leans forward with a small recorder in front of his desk. He blinks at her, wondering for a moment how she could miss the robes he was wearing.

“Yes I am-.”

“Lord Gaara, the newest Kazekage and one of the youngest. I just needed verbal confirmation on the record. Hi, my name is Kimiko and I am here for your interview.” She smiled at him proudly as though she was doing him a favor as he gave her a plain look.

“Interview?” he asked leaned forward and interlacing his fingers together as she nods. Had he forgotten? Had he even been told?

“Yes, your interview. Everyone wants to know about the new Kazekage! I mean you’re so enigmatic-.”

“Enigmatic?” he blurted out surprised at the word choice and at the girl who had the gall to puff her cheeks. He frowned at himself inwardly though knowing that he didn’t have to be rude back.

“Yes it means-.”

“I’m sorry I know what it means,” he leaned back in his chair exasperated at her. “I just don’t understand what they want to know.”

“Well if you let me explain!” she huffed again and Gaara wondered for a moment how he is supposed to deal with this highly irritating girl.

“You see the public wants to know you personally. What’s your favorite color? What’s your favorite food? What’s your-?”

“Why?” he asked holding up a hand and giving her a genuinely confused face.

“What do you mean why?” she threw back before his office door flung open sudden and she let out a squeak.

Kankuro stood in the doorway, soaked, water still dripping off him in some places. His warpaint was smudged in some places and completely gone in others. He didn’t say anything before let out a slow sigh as he glared hard at the girl stepping into the room.

“Welp found you little mouse.” He hissed once he blocked the door way as Gaara looked at the girl with a sigh.

“I have a meeting to attend, Kankuro can see you out. And about my confusion, I do not understand why the public wants to know me so personally when I was a terror to them not too long ago. It just seems off, and furthermore, I like to think they would be more concerned about more important things than what my favorite color is.” Gaara tapped his papers on the desk once more before rising to a stand and giving her another look. “I will protect this village, I will help nurture and guide it, I will do my best to do right by the people in it so they can lead happy lives and know they have someone dependable here. I like to think those matters are what truly is important.” He patted Kankuro on the shoulder before regretting the action as Kankuro let him past. He heard his brother crack his knuckles and the girl give another squeak as Gaara hurried down the hall.

The next day Kankuro threw a copy of a local small paper on his desk. Gaara blinked at it before sighing and reading it. He was a little surprised by how pleasant it read and how she had quoted him, thinking it was fitting to a degree.

He looks at his reflection a moment, his eyes trailing up to the red symbol.

It’s almost here. The anniversary of when he….

When he gave it to himself.

He shifts in front of the mirror. Staring a moment at it.

He gave it to himself when he was young, out of rage, hate, disgust.

For himself or the world…at this point he isn’t sure anymore.

Then his world flipped. He gained a friend.

He didn’t hate as much, wasn’t as angry. It wasn’t perfect but it was better.

He was better.

And he kept going moving toward a goal, a dream, something he didn’t have before.

Gaara’s hands go up to his hair, brushing it aside and away from the symbol.

He had picked love to himself and only himself. Then he was shown that bonds can help, can heal. That love wasn’t scary.

Now here he was. Somewhere his younger self would have never thought possible.

He turns away from the mirror embracing his scar, and the new meaning it carries.

Papers and meetings,

Always busy, always working.

The greenhouse? Finally.

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Hope y'all enjoy!

Edit: I keep forgetting I also posted the full story on AO3 as well. Here's a link for that site if anyone prefers reading it on there

Here's a poem I wrote for my Original story Tales Of The Killjoys

Summer child

Sweet boy

Tell me what your dream is

Steady child

Speak boy

Give me your secret wish

Hush child

Quiet boy

You got your dream come true.

Crying child

Ungrateful brat

What did you expect?