Gaara was not raised alone, instead it was decided by the council that there was a need for a way that could control the one tail if need be. So they created one. Sute has been raised knowing she would one day wed Gaara, to try and give him a weakness. It backfired on the elders.

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Shortly after they created the Ichibi Jinchinkuri they realized there was a problem with the seal. The addition that should have allowed them to control the vessel easily had instead created an instability. All attempts to kill the child without the kazekage knowing and try with a new one failed. By easily being obliterated by an unaware infant or his protective father.

The idea first came to one of the elders when he passed the nursery and observed that despite the fear, Gaara did suckle from a civilian wet nurse and hadn't killed her.

So if started early enough, there was a chance.

"Kazekage..we need to talk.." The elder was one of the most silent. He was to represent the healers, the medics. The poison and antidote experts though he had never found an apprentice. Only his Kazekage understood how valuable he was in this land, and his long time companion and former teammate (with him as the jounin leader and her a genin) Chiyo but even she called him a meddling idiot these days.

"...All right." It was saying a great deal that Rasa knew to never dismiss his most eccentric of elders. The old man had long since given up his name and was now just known as Nanashi. Of no name, it was a tradition for the ranking poison expert to give up their identity. Once all the elders were required to do so to better serve Suna and not themselves.

"Concerning.." Nanashi paused, then proceeded. He did not care that his deliberate change of what he would have said would be noted. "Your son. He is already only able to have his powers subdued by yourself. I propose we create a weakness. One that in the future may reach him when nothing else will."

"What did you have in mind."

"You were gentled by your wife."

A raised eyebrow was the answer. Rasa steepled his fingers in front of him and his eyes darkened, thinking rapidly. He was Kazekage not just for his power after all. There was merit. His marriage had been arranged and fortunately turned into love, but before that had been familiarity. Comfort.

"You wish to groom someone for him. He may still kill any other infant."

"In this, we must appeal to his nature as a child, even if he is a weapon. The idea of alienating him from everyone else is still fine, but if we cannot control him someday it would mean Suna's destruction. You may live a long time, hopefully as old as I am now Rasa..but if not.."

The Kazekage nodded.

"Find a suitable child. Orphan."

Nanashi smirked. "For the right qualities, we may need to create one.."

There was no answer. After all, it was for the good of Suna.

Nanashi still had many connections being the poison expert he was. A few trades of a rare scorpion venom that could not be duplicated, and there were several children delivered to a nearby village that he went to inspect.

All of them were similar in age, the idea being to raise them alongside Gaara before he consciously became untrusting of any strangers. Each had parents that were low to mid ranking shinobi and had decent looks they would probably grow into. The experiments in introducing them to Gaara, by having them in the same room as the now six month old..

It was a good thing they had been orphans.

They tried more.

It seemed some lasted longer than others and they made note of it, the quite ones, the bubbly.. the loud all types did not last long. He did not seem to care what color of hair or eyes not that it would take much. They were looking for the connections. They brought in older children as well, just looking for what set Gaara off.

There was nothing they seemed to have in common.

Rasa stumbled across the solution one day when the wet nurse had returned, still afraid of the red headed heir she had been taking care of for a year and was resigned to her possible fate having simply stipulated in her contract that her children were to be taken care of if she died. Her husband was out on missions and was no guarantee of his survival but she was just a common civilian. Her two eldest children were in the academy already but her youngest usually was left with a neighbor. Rasa only knew this because he had promised to always let her leave early enough to collect the newborn, it was why she had milk to share with Gaara after all. It was a blessing to find anyone willing to nurse his youngest child, especially for the longer length of time so that it would help build up their chakra channels further.

That day..and perhaps some before, she could not get anyone to watch her child and had brought it along.

Rasa's eyes narrowed, hidden in the shadows as he was as he watched the wet nurse go to dispose of the soiled cloth she'd burped his babe with. Her own slightly younger child had been left nearby but out of reach. Gaara ignored them.

Until the smaller babe giggled and flopped over, wriggling hands and feet like a perfectly normal non shinobi baby.

Gaara kept ignoring them after a single look.

Rasa watched, waiting to interfere, to prevent the sure carnage.

Nothing happened.