What Dreams are Made of
A/N: This is a fic for my good friend Danish (real name undisclosed) She has an unholy obsession with Gaara…and I mean…UNHOLY… like…its kinda frightening. Based on a dream by her insane fangirl brain… --' Completely unrealistic, but…if you change the name of the oc to yours…its kinda hot… ducks
ON WITH THE STORY! (don't expect anything shnazzy…its extra random…)
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Once upon a time… Gaara, Naruto, Danish and Temari were on a extremely pleasant skydiving trip. Naruto, being the idiot he is, dove out of the plane, forgetting that he wasn't wearing his parachute. Grabbing Temari, who just happened to be close, he began to fall. Temari, being smart, decided that if she had to die, everyone else could die with her, so she grabbed Danish, who happily grabbed Gaara, and they all began to fall. Into the ocean. There were sharks. Somehow, everyone made it to shore, and obviously, Gaara was unharmed, cuz he's cool.
Once on land, they discovered a tennis court. So, they all began playing tennis. Naruto lost. Cuz he sucks. So…anyway, they were playing tennis on a random deserted island surrounded by shark infested waters. All of a sudden, Gaara got pissed of, and yelled "THERE'S NOT ENOUGH SAND!" His gigantic gourd began to spew sand all over the island, somehow managing to kill Naruto in the process. There was a lot of blood. With no Naruto, they decided to celebrate, and put on the Naruto theme song while they played beach volleyball. Cuz that has sand. And they danced the night away. Gaara did the tango. With Danish. Apparently. I'm just the author…I have no opinion.
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A/N : Thanks for putting up with that…it had to be done. R&R! (My apologies if you actually like Naruto….I hate him)