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His entire life, living in the desert, Gaara believed he would quickly grow sick of sunshine. But when he met him, and saw his blinding smile, he knew sunshine kept him living. Let me give you an image: An uptight, emotionless ball of killing intent with dark glares who scared his own family. Scratch that. Instead, imagine a goofy young boy with no social filter, loved cacti, was gay, and was often called odd or unorthodox by the elders of his village. He had a demon sealed in him that taught him how to swear and tried to help him make friends. He was also the one to facepalm at his vessel's antics. Yeah. That's Gaara. :: Lots of cursing, since Gaara is an odd one and Shukaku isn't a good influence. [Basically a Crack fic, all brain vomit]
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