A/N: I am SO SORRY all you guys are getting is cheap-ass oneshots but I'm really in the middle of a brain fart right now. But I'm in love with Gaara at the moment, so I hope you enjoy this little pointless moment of his. :] I don't own Naruto!
Even Gaara
'This is ridiculous,' Gaara though solemnly, the glare on his face getting stonier.
"Alright, everyone, just keep it down," whispered Kankuro as the three siblings crouched behind one big willow tree. A twig crackled beneath Temari's step, and Kankuro shot her a look. "Keep it down," he repeated.
"Ssh!" she glared, pushing on Kankuro's head to get him to crouch lower. The two oldest of the Kazekage's children peered around one side, while Gaara, feeling a little left out, peered around the other side.
The three siblings watched as the livestock they were trying to catch flocked dumbly about the area, narrowly missing their traps. Each time it even got near a trap, Kankuro's eyes lit up only to be extinguished by the chick missing it.
Eventually, the three were at the edge of the forest and at the last of their traps. The baby chicken had grated on their last nerves and they had run across the forest too cautiously and quickly - even for ninjas.
Gaara's forehead glimmered with a sheen of sweat in the setting sun. Temari's bangs were soaked with perspiration, and Kankuro's face paint was slowly but steadily dripping down his face, making it look as though he cried purple tears.
However, Kankuro was more annoyed than sad. They had been expecting to wrap this D-ranked mission up in about an hour, but here they were almost six hours later, still trying to outwit the baby chickadee.
"That's it! I'm going in!" Kankuro whisper-yelled, glaring at the chicken and running toward it. Not a sound was made that the chickadee could hear, but Gaara instinctively sent his sand after his older brother, gripping his ankle.
"Gaara," Temari scolded quietly, watching as his sand continued moving. It creeped up around the little chick and Temari's muscles clenched when the sand tightened around it, as if to say, 'We need that chick to pass this mission!'
Instead of blood spurting and staining the smooth sand, the baby bird chirped as it was lifted into the air and into Gaara's waiting pale hands.
Without a word, Gaara turned and headed back to Sunagakure.
"Why couldn't he have done that, like, five hours ago?" Kankuro grumbled as he followed Temari after Gaara.
Even Gaara had petty Genin missions when he was that age, and most of the time, he was the one who contributed the most.
Alrighty then. I was just thinking about that episode of Naruto where Team 7 is walking dogs and pulling out weeds and whatnot, and I was like... "Hey... do they do that in other villages, too?" And thus, this crappy drabble-oneshot thing was born. I hope you enjoyed! PLEASE be patient, I'm really stuck in a rut, but I'll get around to everything you've been waiting for soon enough!
-Amaya