Christmas. He always hated it. The holiday of joy. Psh, joy.
Christmas. He always enjoyed it. The holiday of giving.
He wanted nothing.
He wanted to give someone the gift of happiness.
He was debating suicide.
He decided to go visit a friend.
He made the noose.
He walked towards the apartment.
He sat thinking of his life.
He opened the door.
He got on the chair.
"Merry Christmas Gaara."
The red head turned around.
"Gaara?"
"Naruto? What are you doing here?"
"Visiting you, you didn't think I'd forget my friend did you? Baka."
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why did you choose to visit me of all people?"
"You're my friend, Gaara, I came to spend Christmas with you."
The sadistic red head smiled. "Merry Christmas Naruto."
"Great, now give me my Christmas gift."
His smile faltered. "Naruto."
"Ya?"
"I'm going to burn all of your ramen and make you watch."
"GAARA!"
Gaara smirked. "My merry Christmas..."
He liked Christmas, the season of perpetual joy.
He had nightmares of ramen burning every Christmas Eve.