Title: Sand Castles
Disclaimer: It's not a crack anime or manga, so I'm guessing not.
A/N: I don't know what the hell this is. I just wrote it. It's ooc, I know that, but the whole situation is ooc. It's random, I've noticed that seems to becoming a trend for me.
Gaara stood back to admire his work. It was beautiful. He really should have been an architect. Seriously, there was no one who could build better sand castles than him. Allowing the slightest of smirks onto his face, he allowed the sand drawbridge to lower itself, allowing him to walk across.
He hadn't bothered to put a door on the front of the castle, because it had a moat. As most people knew, moats were such a cool defense. He wished he actually had water in the moat, that would probably make it better.
The inside of the castle opened up to a grand hall, which was scaled down to about the size of his bedroom back in the village, because he hadn't quite made the whole construction life-sized. In fact, there was pretty much just a big hall.
He wished he had a castle. Really, he was Kazekage, he should get a freaking castle if he wanted one, but no… It wasn't in Sand's budget. It wasn't practical or necessary they had said. It still would've been cool.
Concentrating, he created a table and four chairs, allowing three of the chairs to become occupied with sand people. They, at least, were life-size.
A twitch of his brow and a tea set formed, condensing and hardening until it was like actual ceramic.
He took the empty chair.
"Oh, Kazekage, you're so great. I wish I could be like you," Gaara said out of the corner of his mouth for the sandman to his left. He named him Sasuke.
"Shut up."
"Gaara, you're so strong and awesome. We should be best friends, because you totally rock," the one to his right 'said'. He was named Naruto.
"Okay."
"Oh, Gaara-kun. You're so hot, I want your body," the one across from him 'spoke', while giving him a smoldering gaze. Managing a smoldering gaze with a medium of sand is not an easy thing.
"I know, I am hot," he replied tonelessly, he face expressing nothing as he replied to the one he had named Anko. He had only met her at the chuunin exams in Konoha, and by met, he meant when she introduced herself before she oversaw the second test.
He probably would have forgotten about her, but Kankuro had developed a crush and talked about her for a couple weeks afterwards. Kankuro had also recently borrowed one of his shirts and had yet to return it. Out of spite, he created the Anko sandman… woman.
A cough sounded from the doorway and immediately the table and sandmen lost their shapes as they fell back to the ground.
Gaara turned his head.
"Kazekage-sama, you have a council meeting in fifteen minutes."
"I see…" After a brief pause, "You didn't see anything did you?"
"You mean your tea party with various shinobi you met in Konoha? No, I didn't see that." The man even kept his shinobi bearing throughout. Impressive.
"Good. Then I won't have to kill you." Not that he would, not anymore, but he could make life unpleasant for the man regardless.
I don't know what the motivation for this one was. This idea also struck me at work. I hope I don't have to quit my job over this.