A/N: This is set somewhere after Gaara becomes the Kazekage and other than that, it fits almost everywhere. And yes, I have a fetish for umbrellas.
Summary: Gaara goes to Suna with a total of sixteen umbrellas. Naruto mocks him while the Kazekage tries to explain why he really needs the. Drabble. Gaara-centric.
Word count: 647
When the sun shines, we'll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be a friend
Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end
Now that it's raining more than ever
Know that we'll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella
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Umbrella
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Naruto was laughing his ass off. And he was laughing at a person in particular.
Gaara.
Why?
Gaara had an umbrella.
An umbrella!
It was all too funny to withstand. Naruto found it too hilarious while Gaara didn't find it funny at all. What Naruto found even more amusing was that Gaara had another sixteen umbrellas, giant ones stashed in his little backpack. Gaara didn't find it funny still. So he smacked Naruto across the face, knocking him to the floor. Naruto did not cease the laughing, wriggling around on the floor. Gaara did not like being mocked, and he was pretty sure he was being mocked right now.
Gaara didn't think it was too unreasonable. He needed the umbrella.
He had walked from Suna to Konoha, a three days trip, alone, under the sky that leaked more than it should. No, he hadn't chosen that alternative. Gaara couldn't get wet. That was just not possible. But he wanted to visit Konoha and this stupid, mocking moron. So thus he had taken an umbrella. And another sixteen ones.
What if he was attacked? He couldn't control his sand if it was wet. He would be the ultimate victim to hired assassins around the five shinobi nations. A lot of people wanted the Kazekage of Sunagakure dead.
Therefore, umbrellas were all a logical solution.
Gaara sourly told Naruto so.
Naruto kept laughing and rolled around on the floor.
That was the legitimate reason for the mountain of umbrellas.
Gaara had another reason for this umbrella-obsession. It was neither a legitimate reason nor a reason Gaara would ever utter to another human being as he felt this reason was somewhat ridiculous. But most of all, it was connected to his childhood, and that was something Gaara wished he'd never have to be reminded of. This… umbrella thing…
When he was a child he used to love the rain. Because when he was a child, he wanted to protect others from harm. The rain numbed him. The rain made him weak. The rain made him unable. The rain took his sand away from him, thus sealing away the power which somehow harmed people without Gaara's wish nor approval. If Gaara was outside when it rained, he was allowed to feel.
He could laugh, he could be furious, he could cry.
He didn't have to be vigilant all the time when in the rain.
Back then, the rain that didn't come a lot was his saviour, giving him that little time of peace. Especially after Yashamaru's death. In that state of mind, he had harmed himself and others, unable to control his emotions even though he controlled his will not to hurt. He still did.
He tattooed his face with brutal force and sorrow.
He killed people.
Gaara shifted. He was certain that if he told Naruto this, he wouldn't laugh at him anymore, but rather quiet down and try to be more civilized and grown up about it.
Gaara didn't want that. So he kept quiet. And smiled. Because right now it didn't rain, but he was happy anyway.
A/N: Well, I don't know. Don't ask. Just review... XD It started out funny, but ended up all serious. Wellwell, I guess I'm in a serious mood. XD -not really- REVIEW ME FOR MY LITTLE DRABBLISH! :D