Robin: Well, unfortunately, I wrote in a project (slams head against desk), so time for the project. Speaking of project… I still have that essay to do… --'

Well, I just found out I have the same birthday as our lovely Gaara, so go me!

Oh, thank all of you for the reviews, their better than vegan cupcakes!

Disclaimer: If I were to own Naruto in any way Masashi Kishimoto-sama would probly die, come back to life, and devour my twisted little yaoi-loving brain.

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My heart sinks at his question.

'His…question?'

"Sorry, what did you say…?"

I look forward to where Gaara should be, to find nothing.

I stand up and look around the room, nothing.

"You first" I turn to see him right behind me, holding a notebook and a pen out.

I take the items out of his hand and sit back down.

"Oh… err… thank you…? What are they for…?"

"Ask"

'Kyuubi! What is he talking about?!?! How are we going to use a pen and a notebook for…?'

'You wish. He means the project, you retard.'

'Oh. Well I guess…HEY! Shut up! I wasn't thinking about THAT!'

"So… err… where were you born?"

"What's it to you." He glares.

"I… err… it's for the paper…"

"Oh, yeah."

He looks around for a minute, then reaches into his pocket, grabbing his cell phone and typing something.

I just sit here, clueless.

"What is it?"

Temari walks in, Gaara points to me, and mutters out the word "question".

"Okay, ask away…" She sighs.

"Well, err, where was Gaara born?"

"ARE YOU FREAKING SERIOUS?!"

She turns to Gaara, whispering something in his ear, the only words I catch are
"If you like the boy, you're going to have to actually TALK to him eventually…"

Gaara nods, looking slightly annoyed.

She leaves the room.

"Sunagakure"

"Huh? Where the heck is that?!?"

"Next."

I rub my temples, and sigh.

'This is going to be difficult…'

"When is your birthday?"

"January the 19th."

I draw a little star next to it, so I would know when to get my BOYFREIND a present.

'Heh heh, boyfriend…'

"What's your favorite color?'

"Blood red, black, and sand."

"Err…okay…"

We go over the basics and I learn that Gaara doesn't play video games, cannot whistle, hates the spring, likes Halloween, his room, hellsing, and has never had ramen.

(The last making me want to cry. I write myself a little note on the side…)

"Well then… what do your parents do?"

He shifts around a little uncomfortably before finally answering, his voice sounding slightly more shaky than usual.

"My father is the governor of Sunagakure, my mother is…dead."

'So he is like me…'

My heart skips a beat at this, I hurriedly move on to the next question.

"So, why did you move from Suna...er… where you're from?"

"Family reasons."

His voice shook again, I decided to change subjects.

"Tell me about your sister, is she your only...er... sibling?"

The thought of Gaara having siblings still freaked me out.

"Two. Temari and Kankuro. Temari is loud, works at star bucks, likes fans and has a lazy boyfriend. Kankuro plays too many videogames, and likes puppets and makeup a lot."

I raise an eyebrow at his descriptions but just write it down.

He suddenly grabs the notebook and flips to another page.

"Enough. Your turn."