So. This is my first fan fic in a long time. But any way here is the explanation with Gaara's "cheezy" personality: I was playing of his personality from the later manga. After Naruto taught him that "bonds" with other people are worth having... Bear with me ;)

I don't own any of these characters except for Emmalie :)

I might have backed out if her father weren't such a heavy weight. He was a legendary fighter even in the sand country. He was dark skinned with muscles that he practically wore as clothing. I could only imagine what I was getting stuck with. Stuck with because of stupid politics. Stuck because I had a obligation to my country. Gaara came to talk, which I appreciated. Obligation or not, marriage was a big deal.

He stood behind me with his arms crossed. He seemed more collected then ever wile I was trying not to sweat all over my new robe. I wiped my sticky hands on my stupid fancy ceremonial pants and our eyes met in the mirror.

"You can still change your mind. They need this alliance more then we do." He said. I knew him well enough to know that he wouldn't make me do something I didn't want to do. But I also knew he was lying.

"No… This war we're in can't be won without their help." He knew our situation. Our two star military against the Rock village's four star wasn't a risk our village could take after everything from the past years.

My marriage was supposed to be the symbol of Suna and The Village Hidden in The Clouds marrying in an unbreakable alliance… or some shit like that. Its funny because if we were against the cloud village, military size wouldn't compare to technique. Wind could easily counter their electric attacks. Thats where their end of the deal came in. Their unpopularity among the other villages helped their desperation too. The Raikage married all of his daughters off to different villages to rebuild burnt bridges.

"And face it… its not like this was ever going to happen without the help of a war alliance anyway." I laughed, then choked. My throat had been dry all morning.

"I… need some water." I stood up and turned toward the door.

"I thought the Raikage sent his servants to take care of you." Gaara said, following behind.

"Yeah. I told them to beat it. I don't need anyone to take care of me. I just needed time alone…" I took a deep breath and rubbed my eyes, hoping that somehow I could shake the vision of wedding decorations from my sight. "Its not like anyone from the wedding is going to be back here…" I breathed as workers placed scarlet and cream decorations along the walls as we walked passed.

Gaara grasped my shoulder firmly. "Kankuro. This bond will do more good then you know now… If you look on any side, look on the side where you will have someone connected to you forever; not just that this is a part of politics."

My heart began colliding against my chest again nervously.

"A marriage 'bond' is only as good as the two people's bond with each other. They don't just agree to being married and live happily ever after." I ran my hand through my mournfully messy hair and tried to stop myself from confessing what was on the tip of my tong. "What if… she doesn't…"

She will love you in time and you will love her. We have a bond to everyone around us. Its up to you to make it a good one. Remember what I said about the bond as Kazekage with my village? The hard work is ultimately worth it."

I remembered the conversation. It had been a year before he was abducted by aketsuki. He had been stuck on this "bond" kick for years now, and it seemed to work for the better; though I preferred the scary Gaara better at times like this.

I smirked sarcastically. "Jeeze… Way to make this way cornier then it had to be, Gaara. I never said anything about love…" Never said it, but I did think about it. I didn't expect this wedding day to spark love at first sight, and I didn't think that a blind political wedding was the right tune for any sort of love in later years. But Gaara was right; a bond is as good as we make it. I just needed to get my ass into "bonding" mode.

Gaara smiled slightly. "I need to go back to the Razekage. I told him I needed to check on the groom, and I have." He stopped and we embraced. "You have the tendency to see the worst in things. Like I said, look on the good side of this and don't worry. Just wait to meet her and then decide if being a pessimist is worth all of your worrying."