Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, or any of the characters mentioned...although that would be badass...sighs A little warning, this story makes no sense whatsoever, and I was REALLY bored when I typed this out...so yeah.

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Sabaku no Gaara was utterly bored. Bored...yes he DOES feel things...every once...in a while... (sweatdrops). He was currently sitting at his desk in the office specifically for the Kazekage...and was not to mention again, UTTERLY BORED. (ahem).

Anyway, just as he thought he would go insane from the boredom, (not that he wasn't that way already...oops...I hope he didn't see that...), a beach ball fell out of the sky and hit him on the head.

Your probably thinking WTF? How could that happen! His sand is supposed to save him from harm! But you see, his sand is a...little devious thing. It decided, that since there wasn't any possible threat of Gaara getting injured from the volleyball, they would just sit...er...ly in the gourd and not do anything.

Gaara blinked. He blinked again. He blinked thrice. What the hell? Had something just hit him in the head and his sand didn't stop it? Gaara's head snapped towards his gourd as he heard a sound of muffled laughter. Blinking owlishly, (which prolly looked really stupid), he popped the cork off his sand and peered inside. Your prolly wondering why he's doing such a stupid thing...? Erm...it's because his sand actually WAS laughing at him.

And they were listening to Insane Clown Posse...no wonder they kill things.

"Call me a pyscho schizo freak and I'll call you by your name!" Was the distinct voice of the song, coming from the gourd and into Gaara's ears.

Plugging the gourd up with the cork, Gaara stiffenly (is that a word?) sat in his chair and looked at the wall in front of him before blinking several more times. Was his sand actually...alive? Not the type of breathing per say, but was it really animated...not like...uninanimated? Now, Gaara just confused himself...and the sand knew, thus they laughed again.

Gaara growled and his green eyes narrowed to slits. Anyone who came in the office at that point in time, would run the other direction screaming about how the Kazekage was going to go on a rampage and kill everyone off...and he might've done that several years ago...and this is irrelevant to the story so we're ending this sentence here.

Anyway, Gaara got up and took the cork off his gourd again. He peered inside again and growled: "Shut up," in a very menacing voice. Anyone else who heard something like that would prolly piss their pants and faint dead-away, but the sand, strangely, enough, made no sound.

Satisfied, Gaara popped the cork back on his big bottle of sand and settled at his desk once more.

A roaring sound reached Gaara's ears and he immediately got out of his chair. The sound was coming from the gourd. Becoming angry again, Gaara tore the cork off and threw it toward the opposite wall.

"Would you----" he was immediately cut off because his sand shot paintballs at his face and thus Gaara no longer looked like a goth...he rather looked more like a Rainbow Bright character. (don't ask me how they got paintballs since they were corked into a gourd, but just think it's possible and it's funny.)

Gaara walked back to his seat and sat down, utterly shocked. Yes, SHOCKED...like as in OMFG! I JUST GOT PELTED BY PAINTBALLS BY MY SAND! GAHHHHHH!

And thus Gaara learned not to piss of his sand...especially since they were his caretakers...