I DO NOT OWN NARUTO OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS!!! THE ONLY CHARACTER THAT BELONGS TO ME IS AKINA!
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Takes Place When Akina and Gaara are 6 Years Old
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Akina was putting away her painting supplies, happily humming to herself. She reached out to open the cupboard when the door flew open.
"BOO!" Gaara shouted, jumping out of the cupboard. Akina shrieked, dropping everything that she was carrying. The paints squirted and splattered all over her. After she realized what happened, she glared at a smirking Gaara. She gave him an evil grin right back at him. She wiped some of the paint that was on her face and smeared it on Gaara's face. He stared at her with wide eyes before giggling.
The two of them started cleaning up the mess, but were distracted from the task. Gaara had picked up a paint brush and started painting one of Akina's arms a bright pink color. Akina began giggling and picked up a paintbrush as well. She dipped it in a dark blue color and painted the arm he wasn't using. This went on for quite awhile, both of them being quite amused.
Yashamaru was walking down the hallway, wondering where Gaara had run off to. He peeked into one of the rooms, his eyes widening at what he was. His shock slowly turned into that of amusement.
"What are you two doing?" he asked with a smirk. Akina and Gaara dropped the paintbrushes and stared at Yashamaru. They averted their eyes to the each other and started laughing. "Look at you two. You're both like walking pieces of artwork!" Gaara's face had been painted green while his arms were painted blue. Akina's face was painted orange and her arms were painted a bright pink.
"We were bored," Gaara giggled. Yashamaru smiled at them chuckled.
"What am I going to do with you two?" he asked teasingly. He held a hand out to each of the two children. "Come on you two. Let's go get you both cleaned up." The little 6 year olds happily took one hand each and followed Yashamaru to the bathroom.
Yashamaru took out a clean rag and wet it with warm water. Gaara watched as he gently cleaned the orange paint off of Akina's face. When most of it was gone, he cleaned the rag out and did the same to Gaara. Akina giggled which made Yashamaru chuckle a little bit too.
After about 15 minutes, the two children were paint free. Yashamaru tossed the rag into the dirty hamper and ruffled the two children's hair, earning a giggle from both of them.
"Thank you Yashamaru-sama," Akina said sweetly, bowing her head slightly. He smiled and nodded.
"Try and not make any more messes," he told them. They nodded, giggling all the while.
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Akina and Gaara were sitting on a couch, sharing a rather large blanket. Both child was shivering and had bright red noses. They were clutching tissues in their hands.
"I'm sure you two learned a lesson about playing in the rain," Yashamaru told them. He poured some cough syrup into two small Dixie cups and handed one to each child. "Take it so you can feel better." Gaara and Akina looked at the Dixie cup in disgust. They looked at each other for a moment for quickly gulping down the foul tasting liquid. Yashamaru smirked as their faces contorted into disgust. Akina shuddered as the foul liquid slid down her throat.
"I hate having a cold," she mumbled, hiding her head under the blanket. Gaara looked at her weirdly before sneezing. "Bless you," Akina giggled from beneath the blanket.
"Thank you," he muttered with a smile.
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"You should stay away from Gaara," a small boy Akina's age warned her. Akina tilted her head to the side in confusion.
"Why?" she asked, slightly curious.
"Haven't you heard? He's a monster!" The boy turned and walked the other way. Hana just stood there, still kind of confused.
She quickly turned around when she felt someone tap on her shoulder. She grinned when she saw Gaara.
"Do you want to play at my house?" he asked shyly. Akina nodded.
"Hey Gaara?" The red-haired boy looked into her eyes questioningly. "Why do all the kids keep calling you a monster?" Gaara looked as if he were hurt by those words. He looked down at the ground in sadness.
"It's because I have a demon inside of me," he told her softly. Akina, frowned. "It's alright if you think that too." He sighed softly and turned to leave. He stopped when he felt a pair of arms snake around his waist.
"I don't think that at all," she told him happily. "Not unless you are some kind of monster teddy bear." Gaara laughed and shook his head.
"I'm not a teddy bear," he told her, smiling. Akina giggled.
"Yes you are! You're the best teddy bear there is." She squeezed him even tighter.