We have reached number ten so once again we have a drabble starring Gaara. I do hope you will enjoy.

Genre: Humor, Family

Stars: Gaara, Kankurou, Temari

Word Count: 539

Age: Twelve, after the fight with Naruto and before the Sasuke Retrieval Arc

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Gaara walked into the living room and stared at his siblings. Temari was polishing her fan while Kankurou was looking at Kuroari's schematics. When she realized that he was there, Temari looked up from her fan and smiled awkwardly. It was just strange sort of acting like a family now.

"What's up, Gaara?"

He just stood there for a moment. "…I have a question."

Temari looked at Kankurou who shrugged his shoulders. She chuckled before turning to her youngest brother again.

"And what is this question?"

"…Where do babies come from?"

Temari's fan actually broke the floorboards when it fell and Kankurou ripped his schematics in half. The older siblings' eyes were wide as they stared at their brother. He did not just ask them the forbidden question.

Standing up, Temari walked over to her brother. She grabbed his shoulders as her eyes pleaded with him. He didn't realize it though.

"Gaara...what?"

He blinked. "Where do babies come from?" Gaara had asked it again.

Kankurou put his ripped schematics down and got up. He walked over to the two and laughed.

"Well, have fun, Temari."

Temari glared at Kankurou, saying, "What?"

"You're the oldest. It's your duty to give the speech since we're orphans now," Kankurou explained.

"Oh, no. You see, you're both boys so it's your duty to give the speech," Temari retorted.

"I'm not giving it."

"Neither am I."

"I don't care who tells me…" Suddenly, sand came out of Gaara's gourd. "…but someone better soon."

Temari and Kankurou paled before exchanging glances. How were they supposed to explain?

Kankurou coughed, petting his brother's head. "The stork."

Gaara raised his non-existent eyebrow and Temari looked at him like he was insane. He didn't use that old story.

"I came from…a bird?" Gaara asked.

"No!" Temari shouted, pushing Kankurou away. "Not the stork! Gaara, babies come from women."

Gaara let out a breath. "That's what I thought." He then looked away for a second. "How?"

"Yeah, big sister, how?" Kankurou sneered.

Temari started sweating as she tried to figure out the best way to explain it.

"Well, you need a mom…and a dad…and…and…" Now, she deeply regretted asking their mom this question when she was younger.

Kankurou watched his sister struggle before he decided to help. He left the living room for a while and the sounds of hammering and sawing echoed through the house. Temari and Gaara waited for Kankurou to return and when he did, he was holding two puppets. He held them up in front of Gaara. One puppet was a male with a rectangular prism between his legs and the other was a female with a rectangular hole between her legs. Kankurou put the two puppets together so the prism went in the hole.

Handing the puppets to Gaara, Kankurou smiled. "That's where babies come from. Go nuts." He then went to the task of taping his schematics back together.

Temari's face was a brilliant red and it became brighter as Gaara began to play with the puppets in every way. He still didn't understand. He turned to his sister, hoping she would just explain what the puppets meant.

Instead, she passed out. After that day, Temari forced Baki to be their surrogate father and handle all questions she wasn't mentally stable for.

Be honest with me. Who was going to give Gaara "the talk?" When Yashamaru was nice to him, he was six. That doesn't seem like a suitable time to tell someone about babies and even if it was, I still think Yashamaru might have had a little discomfort in it. As for the next six years, who was going to get close enough to Gaara to tell him? Would Gaara even care then?

Well, even if you weren't expecting humor from these drabbles, you will now because I can't make all of my drabbles angst-ridden. Okay, I can but I choose not to. Be prepared for everything from fluffy romance to tear-jerking tragedies. I don't expect to put in a western, though. Oh, well, another three reviews and we'll have another drabble for Yugito. Thanks for reading. Bai-Bai!