A.N-This is a little one-shot I've thought of before, and this is also to blow off steam and get some writing in. (P.S-I love good Gaara!)


Temari and Kankuro were relaxing in their living room, watching TV and resting from the failed invasion of Konoha, when their younger brother, Gaara, walked in. They acknowledged him with a nod, not really paying much attention to him, thinking he was just passing through.

But the red-headed Jinchuriki sat down in the chair directly next to the TV and leaned forward, waiting for his brother and sister to put their attention back on him.

Temari noticed first that Gaara wanted to talk, so she reached for the remote on the coffee table in front of the sofa and turned the TV off. By then Kankuro had noticed their brother's need to talk.

"Did you want something, Gaara?" Temari asked politely. Gaara hesitated for a moment, but then nodded.

"Yes. I wanted...to ask you two something." Kankuro leaned back into the couch, a sense of nonchalance around him. "Ask away," he said, not expecting something hard.

"What is love?" Gaara's siblings looked at each other, totally at a lost as to how to answer the question the boy had just asked. Temari recovered first and, sifting on the suddenly uncomfortable couch, said slowly,

"Well, there are a few...different kinds of love." Gaara was confused at that, but didn't let his emotions show, just leaned forward more.

"What do you mean?" Kankuro spoke up,

"Well, there's romance love, familial love, and a friendship love." His little brother stared at him. Kankuro sighed, and cursed his father (he didn't care about the old 'honor the dead' thing. The Fourth Kazekage didn't deserve honor) for putting Gaara through a loveless life, and therefore not knowing the meaning and asking them for the answer.

"Well, familial love is love for a family member. Like...like Yashamaru!" Gaara stiffened at the name of their uncle, the man he loved and had been betrayed by. He glared at his brother for mentioning him.

"But he didn't care. He pretended. He lied to me." Even with no emotion in his face or words, it was obvious that Gaara was angry at the mention of their mother's twin brother, and hurt from old wounds. Kankuro mentally kicked himself for saying that, but it was the only thing he could think of. None of them had loved their father, and he certainly didn't care about them. Gaara's only 'mother' had been Shukaku, and he hadn't known their real mother, and he and Temari hardly remembered Karura.

Temari glared at Kankuro and then smiled at Gaara.

"What Kankuro means," she said, "Is that if Yashamaru did mean it, that's what familial love is. The love for a family member.

"Friendship love is, like, caring for a friend. Yeah, caring for a friend." Gaara nodded, absorbing this information.

"What about the other one? The romance love?" Kankuro answered this,

"Um, er, we'll tell you about that...uh, later. You really don't need to know." Gaara was confused once again at his brother's words, but didn't care much for it. He'd gotten his answer.

"Thank-you, Kankuro, Temari." And he left the room.

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A few months after...

Gaara walked along the hallways of the Kazekage Tower. His destination was the meeting room, where he wanted to talk to the council.

When he entered, Ebizou said,

"Yes, Gaara? Do you need something?" The red-head slowly walked toward the end of the table and, looking at all of the council members in the eye, said,

"I would like to run for Kazekage."