Chapter 3

Gaara: Bath Time

Temari had already watching the infant, she had tea with him. And Kankuro had just finished watching the baby. They both survived, so why was Sabaku No Gaara dreading his time to watch the small being? Oh that's right, both his older siblings had someone there to help them! Temari had that lazy Kohona Shinobi-what was his name…Nara something. And Kankuro had that female that moved to Suna a few years ago. Who did Gaara have? No one. SO the young Kage had every right to not want to watch the baby.

He tired ordering one of his older siblings to watch him, but they both refused. Though each had different ways of saying it, they were both pretty much telling him to screw off…but in their own ways…

-Flashback-

The red haired Kage looked up at his blonde haired sister, "Temari, I've got a meeting to attend. Will you watch the infant today?"

Temari shook her head, "Gomen Gaara, but today's Shikamaru's last day here, and I'd like to spend it with him. Besides…" She walked towards her baby brother, placing a hand on his shoulder, "I think it'll do you some good to watch him. He's not that bad to watch. Just, don't leave the house with him, you'll be attacked by fan girls." she warned.

Gaara's expressionless face slightly paled, he was the Kazekage, people wouldn't dare attack him…right? Just to be on the safe side, he decided he'd do as his older sibling suggested and say in the house…to protect the villagers.

As though Temari could read his thoughts, she laughed, walking past the sand controller, waving past him, "Good luck Gaara." She chuckled, leaving the Sabaku house.

Since he failed at getting Temari to watch the infant, he walked over to his brother, surly he would do as Gaara asked. Standing in the puppet masters door way, Gaara's arms were crossed, "Kankuro, I've got a meeting today. You'll watch the infant today."

Kankuro looked at his brother, as though he grew an extra arm-which has happened when Gaara's demon took over, but since the one tailed was removed by the Akatsuki, that couldn't happen again.-, "I'll go to your meeting. I'd much rather sit in a room full of old geezers then watch drool Bag again." He stood, strapping his puppet scrolls to his back, "You can have a turn watching the brat." with that said, Gaara's older brother was gone.

-End Of Flashback-

Bringing us here, to Gaara watching the baby. Had he lost his 'scary side' to him when the demon was extracted from his body? Surly if he still had the one tailed inside him, Temari and Kankuro would of thought twice before saying no to him. It wasn't that he enjoyed scaring the shit out of his siblings, but-well he knew nothing about babies. He's the youngest child, meaning he didn't get to see how his siblings were raised, or treated as babies. Also it wasn't like he could watch some magical tape to show him how they were treated. Sure there's books-but he's the Kazekage, he doesn't have time to read books when he's running a village.

So here he was, staring at the small baby, wondering if there was something special he was suppose to do. He remembered finding a note, telling him that the baby needed a bath.

Why couldn't his siblings give the child a bath? Surly they both knew Gaara and water don't mix well. His sand armor would turn to mud, which would make an even bigger mess, which Gaara would refuse to clean. If his siblings were foolish enough to force him to bathe the infant, then they would be the ones cleaning up his mess.

"Glagah!" the baby shouted, slamming his sticky fingers on top of the high chair.

Gaara began to wonder if it was such a good idea to give the small 5month old some dumplings. Sighing, the red head sipped some of his tea, "You are quiet dirty. Maybe if I give you a fast bath, I wont get wet."

The infant replied by making a few more gurgling sounds, and slapping his hands on the high chair.

Gaara nodded, deciding to finish his tea, then he'd bathe the infant. Little did he know exactly how much the little white haired boy would enjoy his bath.

After about 5 minutes, Gaara had his sand carry the infant up to the bathroom, as he walked behind it. While his sand was busy undressing the baby-in the bathroom-Gaara turned the water on, trying to find the perfect temperature.

Once he was sure the tub was full enough, he had his sand gently set the baby in the water. Then stared, waiting to see what he would do, the baby staring back at him. "Go ahead. Wash up." Gaara ordered

The violet eyed infant looked from Gaara to the clear liquid, smiled then began slamming his hands down into the water, causing large drops of water to splash out of the tub and onto Gaara's face.

Gaara quickly scooted away from the tub, "No more splashing!" he demanded. A stern look on his face. The look on his face was obviously having no effect on the child, because he kept thrashing around in the water. This time, Gaara stood, his arms crossed, "I said No.More.Splashing. Now wash up!" he demanded in a slightly louder tone than he intended.

The baby stopped splashing, and began sniffling. Gaara's face softened, as he bent down-he wasn't exactly sure why, but he didn't want to see the baby cry. So he began to pour water onto the babies head, waiting to see a reaction before he did another.

The infant blinked a few times, surprised by the sudden water being dumped on his head, then began laughing and splashing more water, causing Gaara to become even more wet. But it didn't seem to bother him all that much, as long as the baby wasn't crying.

A good 10minutes later and Gaara was wet from head to toe, creating a giant mud pile, just outside of the tub. Gaara was gonna stick to his word, and make his siblings clean up the mud mess when they got home.

Gaara then picked the infant up, lifting him out of the tub, wrapped him in a towel, then walked into the main room of the Sabaku house. Laying the 5month old boy on the couch, Gaara began to dry the baby off, then dress him in the outfit that was sent to the house by the waitress from the tea shop that Temari often went to.

Although the red haired Kage was confused as to why the card was congratulating them on the newest addition to the Sabaku family, he shrugged if off, and finished dressing Makoto-which according to the card, was the infants name.

Once the white haired infant and Gaara were both dried and dressed, the Kage had decided to allow the boy to play with one of Kankuro's miniature puppets. He would have to remember to ask his older sibling why he still kept such a thing-maybe it was because he secretly played with them at night. Quickly snapping from his thoughts, Gaara looked back at the infant, whom seemed to be speaking in gibberish to the dol-er puppet.

As Gaara watched the infant, he wondered why both his siblings needed help watching such a small being. He seemed to be doing just fine-and he had given Makoto a bath. Blinking his deep sea blue eyes a few times, Gaara asked the baby, "Do you act different around me?" he scooted closer to the baby, picking him up-which caused Makoto to drop the puppet he was playing with-the two stared at each other for a while, "Do I scare you?" the young teen asked.

Makoto blinked his violet eyes, smiled-drool bubbles falling from his mouth-he stretched his tiny hands out, "Blah!" he giggled.

The slightly confused Kage brought the giggling baby closer to him. He opened his mouth to say something, when his body suddenly froze. Gaara felt something…odd. The small babies head leaned closer to Gaara's cheek, and that was when he felt it-something wet, slimy, and cold on his cheek.

'What is this feeling?' Gaara slowly reached his fingers up to his cheek, only to feel a small wet spot. His eyes moved to the infant, whom was smiling and rubbing his eyes. "Your not afraid of me…?"


"Shut up Kankuro! I will kick your…" Temari stopped talking as she stepped into the Sabaku house. She nearly fell over dead by the sight before her eyes. "K-Kankuro…do you see…what I'm seeing?" She asked, in a hushed tone.

The puppet master nodded, "Do you think something's wrong?" he asked, not able to tare his dark eyes from the same thing his sister was looking at.

Which was: Gaara laying on the couch, with Makoto laying on his chest. Both males sound asleep, looking completely peaceful.


-End of Chapter. Yea!! I got Gaara's chapter finished!! I found this chapter to be more on the cute side…though it had its funny parts in it. Well anyways, I hope I did well to all the Gaara fans out there -coughRedcough-. Not exactly sure what I want the next chapter to be…any ideas are welcomed. As long as it has to do with the baby and the sand siblings. Oh and sorry this chapters short…I was running out of things to write. Please review so I know what you think. Until Next time -if there is a next time- -