Four year old Gaara rubbed his eyes tiredly and yawned.
Tired, Gaara dear? Shukaku purred.
Y-yeah, Gaara replied.
Well, Mother can help with that.
But aren't you going to try and take over? Gaara asked.
Mother can handle herself, Gaara dear. Now...
The sand drifted lazily across the room and lifted a stuffed bear from the shelf to place it in Gaara's little hands.
Sleep, you need it, Gaara dear.
Gaara's eyes drifted shut slowly.
Shukaku smirked as he came out. "Now to have my-" He stopped when he laid eyes on the sleeping child. Sighing, he slid his tail up, under the small boy and cradled him and the bear. "This brat's gonna be my undoing..."