This is my first Naruto fic...Technically not my first fic, kind of is if you count the 3 year space. Oh well. I really don't know how I came up with this. The insanity. Enjoy. Oh, and this takes place in the Hidden Village of the Leaf. Why? I really don't know. And, there may be oocness. Deal with it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto sob, I'd love to own Neji though...

Therapy

"Come on," urged Temari as she dragged her demon infested sibling through the doors of a large building labeled, 'Child Therapy'.

"Yeah Gaara, we're doing this for your well being, as well as everyone else's," Kankurou said, closely following behind Gaara to make sure he didn't escape.

"Rather for your own well beings..." he mumbled as he was plopped on a couch in the waiting room. As soon as Temari and Kankurou sat down, they were greeted by an overly happy nurse-lady.

"Why, hello there children!" she practically yelled with a toothy grin, "Do you have an appointment, or has one of you decided that the world hates you and you want to commit suicide and need immediate attention?"

"Well Gaara here-" The nurse-lady interrupted Temari.

"Or has one of you reached sexual maturity and need help figuring things out?" She smirked.

"I told you the people here were pedophiles, but does either of you listen to me? Of course not.." Gaara whispered.
"Gaara has an appointment with Dr. Chimers." Temari told the nurse-lady, aggravated.

The nurse-lady nodded told them to follow her and proceeded to skip down the hallway to the elevator room. The siblings exchanged looks and reluctantly followed. When they reached their destination, Gaara's eyes widened and beads of sweat began to pour from his forehead. There was evil in that room, an evil that made memories rush through poor Gaara's mind.

"Is something wrong sweetie?" the nurse-lady asked with that scary toothy smirk.

Kankurou glanced at Gaara. "Ehm, do you have stairs? Gaara really doesn't do elevators. He had... a bad experience, and I-"

"Really now! Well Gaara, you've got to face your fears!" the nurse-lady said as she shoved Gaara and his siblings into an elevator. She then pressed a button marked 'Floor Five'.

'Oh God, why? This lady is going to get it.' Kankurou thought as he noticed Gaara's changing expressions. He assumed he was remembering that one day...

Unfortunately for Gaara the elevator moved extremely slow. Unfortunately for the nurse-lady Gaara wasn't happy. At all. Unfortunately for Temari and Kankurou they got covered in...stuff as 'Sabaku Kyuu!' and 'Sabaku Sousou!' rang throughout the building.

"Gaara!" Temari and Kankurou glared at him.

"Well sorry, but she was going to get it eventually," he retorted.

Kankurou sighed, "Now how do we find Dr. Chimers office?"

Temari coughed and pointed to a large door with a large golden label with large silver letters that read 'DR.CHIMERS OFFICE OF CUDDLY FUN!'

"Oh..." Kankurou and Temari then proceeded to drag Gaara to Dr. Chimers office of cuddly fun. They were greeted by an also overly happy doctor.

"Helloo! You must be Gaara! Aren't you a cutie! Please sit down!" Dr. Chimers looked at Temari and Kankurou, and asked, "Who are you? Only one precious child at a time!"

"No, no. We have to be here. Bad things happen if we're not," Temari told him. Kankurou nodded in agreement.

"Oh, well. Fine! As you know, I'm Dr. Chimers!" the 30 year old, pink haired, male doctor told them all too enthusiastically. "Please sit down!" He pointed to a pink fluffy couch. They sat. "So how are you today, children?"

"Fine..." Gaara mumbled.

"Okay..." Temari started to think maybe this wasn't a good idea anymore.

"I'm not sure," Kankurou said, eyeing the prissy doctor suspiciously.

"And how does this make you feel?" Dr. Chimers inquired, getting up in the siblings' faces.

"...Fine..." Gaara grunted.

"...Okay..."

"I really have no idea."

Dr. Chimers smirked. "Well then! That's good! So, what's your issue?"

"Well, you see...When Gaara has this anger issue, when he gets mad, he kills. Kankurou and I feel this is dangerous for our- I mean, others' health." Temari explained.

"Oh, naughty, naughty, naughty Gaara! We do not kill people to cure our anger!" Dr. Chimers scolded. "Now how would you feel if one of you siblings did this to you?"

"I'd kill them."

"No! We do not kill people for no reason!" The doctor scolded again.

"I have to prove my existence. That's my reason. I must know why I exist."

"Well, you see...you exist because you daddy got naked and then your mommy got naked and then your mommy and daddy got on a bed and your daddy put his-"

"We know that!!" Temari screamed, wide eyed.

"Oh! Good then! How does this make you feel?" Dr. Chimers smirked.

"It makes us feel as if you're a sick demented pervert," said Kankurou. His siblings nodded in agreement.

"So, Gaara, why do you feel this need to kill?"

"Well, I had this bad childhood and everything. You know, everyone hates me because I have this demon inside of me. I couldn't control what my sand did and I killed people accidentally." Gaara sighed.

"God child! You sound like one of those little goth punks who constantly complain that the world hates them, nobody loves them and that they attempt suicide every other day! Just look at that horrid eye liner! Seriously now!" Dr. Chimers yelled in disgust.

Right about now Gaara was getting really sick of this so called 'doctor' and began yelling. "It's not eyeliner! I have insomnia!"

"Then sleep for god's sake!" The doctor roared back.]

"Haven't you ever heard of me? Gaara of the Sand? I have an evil demon in me! You know, Shukaku. I can't sleep because my personality will be eaten away!

"I see, and how does this make you feel?"

"..."

"Tell him, Gaara," Temari said reassuringly.

"....Sad."

"Why?" inquired Dr. Chimers as he began writing notes.

"No one likes a kid who kills people because he can't control his sand. They don't like kids that have demons inside of them, either. Since I was little I've had people trying to assassinate me," Gaara told the doctor as his siblings stared at him disbelief.

"Did Gaara just say all that?" Kankurou whispered to Temari.

"I...I think," she whispered back.

Dr. Chimers wrote more notes and then spoke again. "And people tried to kill you before because you couldn't control your sand. Why do they try to kill you now?"

"I kill people now to prove my existence," Gaara told him monotonously.

"Mmkay, I'll get back to you on that. Now, Kankurou, knowing Gaara might up and decide to kill you...How do you feel about this? How should Gaara change?"

"Well, he should consider how people feel about being wrapped in sand and squeezed to death and Not. Kill. Them," he answered, unsure if Gaara was going to hurt him now or later.

Dr. Chimers wrote more notes and then glanced at Temari. "And you?"

"Ditto."

Gaara groaned, " You guys are so cruel to me."

"Now, Gaara, have you ever tried a stress ball?" Dr. Chimers handed the glaring boy a cow spotted stress ball. "This is Mr. Moomoo. Say hi to Mr. Moomoo."

"No, and no." Gaara took the stress ball anyway, and then eyed it questionably.

"Now, think thoughts that make you really angry and release your anger by squeezing Mr. Moomoo. He doesn't feel a thing!" Dr. Chimers instructed.

Gaara thought for a bit and then began squeezing Mr. Moomoo with immense strength. Dr. Chimers smirked. "Yes! Your doing it! Good!"

Spoosh.

Mr. Moomoo burst apart and sand sprayed everywhere. Gaara smirked in satisfaction. His siblings just stared, and Mr. Chimers...Well...

"God child!" he cried as his eyes formed tears, "Look what you've done! You've killed Mr. Moomoo! How could you!? How could you?! Oh poor Mr. Moomoo! You monster!!"

"That felt...really good." Gaara smiled evilly. "Makes me want to kill. You think I'm a monster? I'll show you what a monster I can be! Sabaku Kyuu!" Sand began to pour from his gourd and imprison the hysterical doctor. Of course Gaara seemed pretty hysterical himself.

"Gaara! Stop, now!" Temari screeched, "We're here to fix that problem! Not exercise it! Stop! GAARA STOP!!"

"Gaara! Listen to your sister!" Kankurou yelled.

Gaara sighed and the sand began to retreat to Gaara's overly large gourd of bloody doom. "You guys always ruin everything, I hope you know."

The distraught doctor just stood there, shaking and wide eyed. The sibling expressions quickly turned into disgusted ones as they noticed the floor and a lot of Gaara's sand was wet. Gaara seemed to be overly disgusted and enraged. "You...You...didn't. Please tell me you didn't." He stuttered.

"He did," Temari said in almost a whisper.

"Aw, man! You've got to be kidding me!" Kankurou shook his head.

"You pissed in my sand. Peed in my sand. Do you realize!" Gaara roared.

"Remember Gaara, stay calm," Temari reminded him.

"Do you realize," He began again, "This sand covers my body! My entire body! Do you know how disgusting that is!? Fuck! How could you?! I'll kill you!"

The wet doctor then began to write notes again. "Truly sorry child," he murmured, "couldn't help myself. How does this make you feel?"

"Angry and violated!"

"Aa. Well, I believe this is the end of this session" Dr. Chimers handed Temari a slip.

"This is?" she asked, staring at the slip.

"Gaara's prescription. Go. Now." The siblings left. Well, except for Gaara, he said he wanted to ask Dr. Chimers a question and forced Temari and Kankurou out and shut the door. The two siblings looked at each other and then put their heads on the door, listening closely.

"Something wrong, Gaara?" the doctor asked, innocently, as if he never violated Gaara's precious sand.

"Oh yeah, there's something wrong all right! Subaku Kyuu!" Gaara yelled. Once again sand poured from the gourd and imprisoned Dr. Chimers. Of course, this time it was wet. "How does that feel, doctor?"

"Wet, hard, and tight. What are you going to do?" Dr. Chimers whimpered.

"Well guess what! I'm gonna make that sand squeeze you nice and slow. Subaku Sousou!" The wet, nasty sand then began to slowly crush Dr. Chimers' body, causing him to squeal, yes, squeal in pain.

"Stop! Stop! I beg you!"

"So, how does this make you feel, doctor? Scared? Angry? Sad? Regretting you pissed in my sand!?"

Soon the squealing died down, a crunch and splatter was heard, and the wet doctor was obviously dead, for obvious reasons. Gaara walked out of the room, that evil smirk we all know and love plastered on his face. The three siblings then proceeded to leave the large building, using the stairs of course.

"Gaara, that's the third one this month," Temari sighed.

"Well, sorry, but he deserved it. I mean, he pissed in my sand."

"You do realize that when you kill people, all their bodily fluids enter your sand." Kankurou said matter-of-factly.

"...No..."

As the siblings began to walk away from the large building, they noticed the well known and loved team 7. They also noticed Sasuke was wrapped in many layers of ropes.

"You guys going to see Dr. Chimers?' Temari asked them.

"Oh, no. We're going to see Dr. Zilenticky," Sakura told her.

"Good, because Dr. Chimers isn't doing to well." The sibling continued on their merry way until Temari remembered the prescription.

"Oh! Your prescription!"

"Hn." was all Gaara had to say.

"He prescribed...a puppy?" Kankurou said as he peered over his sister's shoulder.

"Excuse me?" Gaara just stared, for awhile. What sort of evil, demon infested, 12-year -old boy would walk around with a cute little puppy? Was that doctor insane? Did he not know that evil, demon infested, 12-year-old boys named Gaara did not go walking around with cute little puppies? A cute little puppy which would need to be cared for and taught to kill with mad skills just as his master uses? A cute little puppy which would have to be named and potty trained? Certainly, this doctor was insane, and dead of course.

"So Gaara, what are you going to name her?" Temari asked as she and her sibling exited the large cute building known as the pet store.

'A name...,' he thought, 'Well, this puppy is really cute and all, but cute and evil don't mix! They just don't! Although, PookeyPoo sounds cute, but I want to name her after my favorite girl, Haruno Sakura. Hm... I know! Pookey Poo Sakura! It's so cute it's evil! Which is good, oh so good.'

"Well?"

"Killer," Gaara replied as he glared at the so-cute-it's-evil puppy.

"Good...name, Gaara." Kankurou wasn't surprised, for he had been expecting that.

So, with that, the three siblings walked off into the sunset with many bags of food and toys and a so-cute-it's-evil puppy named Killer, also known as Pookey Poo Sakura.

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Love it? Hate it? Just don't care? Review then. I like reviews, I don't like flames though. Advice, now that's nice! Thanks to Fast-Talking Johnny for fixing any mistakes. So...that means if there's any mistakes, it's her fault! All her fault! ahem I might redo this later...I mean, it's been 3 years since my last fics (which where pretty popular mind you, and I was an annoying 9-10 year old!) I don't know if I'll do more chapters, probably will...just to amuse myself. Very fun to amuse one self. And, one last note, there's probably punctuation mistakes...Oops?