A/N Gaara is host to the Ichibi …pity him.

His room was quiet…too quiet. Gaara glanced around the darkened room. No one to his left, no one to his right. There was nobody anywhere near him, or his room, to crush with his sand. He laid his head down, finally. Maybe now he could finally…

"HA HA! Fooled ya didn't I!"

No, he couldn't sleep. Gaara sighed. Of course he couldn't.

"Hey Gaara."

The red head said nothing.

"Gaara?"

The pariah remained stoic.

"Buddy?"

His silence was deafening.

"Pal?"

"Poobah?"

The Jinchuriki lost it. "WILL YOU SHUT UP ALREADY, I JUST WANT TO SLEEP!"

"You're angry with me, aren't you?"

There was no reply for a while.

"You must be really angry with me, huh?"

"Yes. I am."

"I'll be quiet now, and let you sleep."

"Thank you." Gaara replied, relieved.

"HA HA! Fooled you again, didn't I?"

Gaara began to bang his head against the hard, sandstone wall next to his bed. Would this hell ever end?

"Gaara?"

BANG!

"Friend?"

CRASH!

"Maybe you should-"

CRAAAAAACK! That was the sound of a certain insomniacs head breaking open, wouldn't ya know it? The last thing Gaara heard as he drifted off into unconsciousness was this:

"That didn't sound good maybe you should go see a doctor? Gaara! Stay with me pal! Stay with me-"

A/N This is why Gaara is a total nutjob. And why Ichibi loves being Ichibi. Stay tuned for the next conversation with… you guessed it! The Nibi! It will be longer, as Nibi is much more…civilized. *shudders*