Sakura wasn't beautiful in the normal way. Not like that Ino girl, not in the curvy-waisted, big-busted, straight-haired way. She was beautiful in a different way, her own way, a special, loving, unique way. A selfless way, a dangerous way, an I will fucking kill you if you touch them way. Happy, blood-soaked, spontaneously deadly way, and they knew it.
Gaara wasn't beautiful in the normal sense either, but he was beautiful, perhaps even more so than Sakura. He was the most striking, a slap in the face, the kind of person you would stop and stare at if you passed in the street. They knew it. He didn't.
Lee didn't have much beauty in him, normal or otherwise, and though he pretended he didn't, he noticed, as did they. He didn't care, not really, but sometimes he wished he was attractive, physically pleasing, so he wouldn't look so out of place standing next to the two of his beautiful (heartbreakingly damaged, but strong) lovers.
They didn't care, they didn't give a fuck what he looked like, and they would both readily beat anyone who said anything against him into submission. They clung to him as tightly as they clung to each other, and they would not tolerate his feeling any less than he was. He was in most ways more stable than the two of them put together. He was patience and inspiration and strength, and they needed him.
In the end beauty was overrated.
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A big heaping portion of pointless for you. Like a doodle.
But I kind of like it. Oh, ponder ponder.