About as Subtle as a RHINO

A Gaara fanfiction

"The votes have been tallied. Sunakagure, the council has reached a decision with a help of your voting!"

I stood with my eyes closed and breathing as smoothly as I could. My red hair felt like it was truly on fire, along with my forehead, the head-ache growing in my skull was substantially bigger than it had been yesterday morning when the council went into full on debate mode. It was clear that they had a hard decision, but they didn't have to make it so obvious that they couldn't find enough good or bad on one person to decide. They had to spend hours and hours debating between myself and the tall Jonnin that stood beside me.

I had no grudges against the man, in fact I knew he had to be brave to face Sunakagure's monster for Kazekage. His name was Kirar, he was 29 years of age, long black hair, bright yellow eyes and two scars on his neck from an S-ranked mission gone wrong. However, the two of us were complete opposites of the spectrum. Kirar was raised a spoiled, completely loved brat, always had friends and won at everything with his pure might of fist. Kirar was loud mouthed, and to add to it, he had a habit of always having a new lady and a new liquor in his hand. Kirar, was though, without a doubt strong and politically forward.

I, Sabaku No Gaara, am 15 years of age and eligible for Kazekage. Not just that, they put my name in the hat without my having to. I wanted to be Kazekage, ever since Naruto and I fought and he told me his dream, I wanted to be just like him. But, unlike Kirar, I am quiet, internal, raised a spoiled, under loved brat who had no friends. I have no ability with women, and can't stand the smell of liquor or anything of that sort. However, I have a habit of saying exactly what I think, I'm not a political head, and I have a reputation for what I did… since before the Chunin exams.

The Council did have a hard decision, but the waiting and anxiety was getting to me. When I opened my eyes to the crowd, Temari and Kankuro stood right in front of me. Temari was nodding to me reassuringly, making gestures for me to breathe. Ever since I confessed to Kankuro my dream of being Kazekage, they have been more supportive than ever. My siblings were strange, our whole family was a bejubbled mess, but it was who we were and it was how we lived it. I caught the eyes of my brother, Kankuro, and rolled my eyes. He was giving me thumbs up and held a 'Pro-Gaara for Kazekage' Sign in each of his puppet's hands.

I let out a final breath as I looked up to the council, both Kirar and I looking to them expectantly. It was time, do or die.

That's when the head of the council stepped up to the microphone, looking the Kirar and myself. I readied myself for either answer. I was ready for whatever they decided was best. I just wanted my village to acknowledge me for who I was, to see who I truly was, and even if I didn't become Kazekage, if they saw me for me that's all I needed.

But I truly want to win!

"The Council, and the country has decided. The next Kazekage is…" There was dead silence as the head of council fumbled with a paper. Within seconds, a shout penetrated the loud sounds, waking us all up.

"ANNOUNCE THE WINNER ALREADY!" The council jumped and glared at the woman who screamed it. Looking with my eyes, I found it was my own sister, glaring right back and nearly strangling my brother with anticipation. Kankuro turned and shoved her off his shoulder with a huff before giving me a thumbs up.

I hung my head. Great, I was not going to win for my siblings would make me loose.

"The next kazekage is Sabaku No Gaara!"

I stopped dead in thought and looked up to the council, blinking. Did …. They…. Just….say my name? I looked to my siblings who had their mouths wide open with excitement, then my eyes turned to Kirar who looked to me with a sigh before turning and walking off the stage. When I looked back to the crowd, cheers and loud screaming erupted, forcing me to stumble a bit.

So many people were cheering… for me? I Forced my feet to pull me up to the stairs next to the platform Kirar and I had been standing on. My feet led me up to the stage where the Council all nodded to me, acknowledging me as I walked up to the head of the council. It felt so surreal. I was Kazekage. I had won, I was now the leader of my country.

Breath left my lips as if it shattered in my lungs and was trickling out of my lips. If I didn't need to breathe, I probably wouldn't have. The man turned to face me with his hand out. I stared at his hand, my own didn't seem to know what to do.

"Congradulations… Gaara." He whispered. My eyes traveled up to his aged face before I nodded, my hand finally finding it's way into his.

"Thank you…"

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"GAARA! GAARA! GAARA!" There was chanting of my name as I nodded and shook hands just to get into my own house. Well… my soon to be house. The council had decorated the first floor of the large building, but the upstairs was just full of moving boxes. Within an hour of my acceptance of being Kazekage, Temari, Kankuro, and I had our old home packed up and were shuffled into the new home. All of us were to live in the building, on different floors and different ends of the house for security reasons. I was the hardest to get to, and they were on other sides, one floor up or down from me. Apparently there was only one other room on my hall, and that was to be the home of my new personal Assistant, which I haven't met, and didn't get to pick.

I just wanted to sit down and hear silence, just for a moment. That hope was crushed when I realized there was going to be an all night party in my honor in the house. Not that I minded parties, I don't care either way, but I am not a party person.

Even as Kazekage, and the party being hosted for me, I ended up shaking all the hands then standing against a wall with an empty cup of what was once a red kool-aid of sorts. It didn't have liquor in it, because it was specifically made for me, my siblings, and my personal assistant. WHOM I STILL HAVEN'T MET.

Maybe this whole Kazekage thing was a bad idea! I shouldn't have done this. But here I was, in the Kazekage uniform, no hat, standing against a wall. I was watching my siblings chat up the people in the party for me. Temari was glowing, talking to girls about this and that before selecting a few male candidates to dance with when the music blared loud, fast tempo-ed song. Kankuro was just enjoying talking to anyone and everyone. He even had a woman swoon over him and his puppet.

"Well, well… they told me you were a wall flower."

I took a deep breath and looked to the girl standing beside me with two glasses of red kool-aid. She smiled up at me before placing the cup she had in her left hand and placing it into the empty cup I had in my hand.

"What?" I asked, trying to speak over the music. She laughed, stepping up closer.

"They said you were a wall flower!" She spoke louder, pointing to Temari and Kankuro. I eyed them then looked to the girl who settled with me against the wall.

"Are you my assistant?" I stated as loud as I could.

"What?"

I huffed, and linked my hand with her elbow. She didn't jump in the slightest, and if it hadn't been absolutely necessary that I hear my own brain thinking, I wouldn't have lead her out of the main party room and into the hall.

I passed by a few dancers and both of us had to squeeze past a table and blocked doors to get to where I could actually hear myself talk. When I stood out in the hall, I instantly rubbed my ears with a sigh, my forehead already ringing.

"Can you hear anything?" she laughed, rubbing her left ear.

"Slightly." I stated, now pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Now… what did you ask?" I looked up to her as she lifted my hand off my nose to look me in the eyes.

"Are you my assistant?" I whispered. My ears were starting to adjust, and I wanted to sip my kool-aid she had given me, but I didn't know if she was my assistant or just some random girl who actually, of her own free will, decided to talk to me. Wait, no, that ruled out, she had to be my assistant.

"Yes. My name is Abbi Miru… um, hold on." She then slipped her hand into the top of her dress and I blinked confused, until she pulled out a small I.D. case that she showed me. There on it was her Suna I.D., picture and all, along with a sticker that allowed her into the Kazekage building, and into my house. It was official, I had met my Personal assistant.

"Sorry, about putting it in my boobs… I don't have a purse that goes with this dress and I was running late to get here." She stated, sliding the card back into her dress top. I looked away before looking back and getting a good look at her.

Abbi Miru had a deep black with some red hair, and bright almost lillac eyes, a straight nose with freckles that crossed over the bridge of her nose. She stood at the same height as me with her black heels, and she wore a blue dress that was a strange light color. It didn't have sleeves, but it did cover her well and I didn't take her for a slut at all.

"Gaara." I whispered.

"Well Gaara, please have fun. I just wanted to meet you face to face before tomorrow. I have to go make face talk with the council, and set up some stuff for tomorrow." She spoke with a smile, turning to walk away.

"Wait." She stopped and looked to me with a tilted head and quirked brow. "What happens tomorrow?" I asked.

"All hell breaks loose, to put it subtly. .. Get a good nights rest, if you can." She flashed a smile before walking forward, right into linking arms with a council man and directing him towards the front door, talking to him the second she caught on to him.

But what she said… all hell breaking loose… was about as subtle as a rhino…

Great.

Author's Notes:

This story has been stewing in my brain for a bit, so when I updated Food fit for a KING, I decided it was time to put this puppy on paper/word document. Tell me what you think? Healthy criticism is welcome, and I hope to have a second chapter out soon!

My regards to the reader!