There was always a fairy tale in the Sand, which was told to little kids to explain why they were different from each other. From this story they would know why some kids were taller than others, or why some had front teeth or six toes.
When Gaara was a little boy, his guard and caretaker Yashamaru, told him this very story.
The story was little elves, that when you were a baby would come and give you all your outer stuff, like fingers and toes and teeth and so on. The parents would go on to say, how the elves all worked somewhere across the ocean and would come late at night, always when you were asleep.
Gaara, like all the little kiddies, believed this fully. It interested him so much to know that little things came to give him gifts. And he was happy.
A 6 year old Gaara was in the bathroom. Because he was still short he had to stand on the little chair/stool thing. Or he could use his sand.
He had tried to go out and play with the other kids, but they had run away screaming 'Monster.' Being the little kid he still was Gaara took it upon himself to go see what the problem was.
He stood in front of the full size mirror. He pocked and prodded at his face, trying to see just what the problem was with his face. He had the same mouth as the other children. He had two eyes even if there were rings around it from lack of sleep. He had a nose and two ears.
His sister had just walked in the bathroom by accident. She gave at a surprised yelp and started muttering out apologies profusely, more worried about her life, than her dignity.
"Temari." He said
She looked ready to wet herself right then and there. "Y-yea"
"What's wrong with me?" he asked
She felt her heart stop. She didn't want to die by pointing out that he had Shakaku inside him. "What d-do you mean?"
"The kids call me weird, I want to know why I'm so different from them."
Temari then figured this wasn't about the demon, but more about personal appearances.
"Well, um… You don't have eyebrows Gaara." She said
He raised a (nonexistent) eyebrow at her then looked back at the mirror. She was right.
At the age of twelve, Gaara and his siblings were entered in the Chunin exam. At the whole time so far at the other village, Gaara was bored and disappointed.
They had already made it past the first two exams and were now in the preliminaries. The matches so far were boring and not interesting to him. He wasn't even called in to fight yet.
After another match was done, he looked up at the screen to find his name up against someone called Rock Lee. Frankly it sounded boring.
That was when he heard a loud yell from the platform. A boy, probably slightly older than him had jumped down into the ring.
One of the things that first caught his attention was the form fitting green suit and orange leg warmers. When he looked up his saw he saw the ugliest hair cut anyone could ask for. The boy had rounded eyes.
But what really caught his attention were the boy's eyebrows. They were like giant fuzzy caterpillars, threatening to overtake the boy's face. There was only one thought that ran through his head at the sight.
'So that's were my eyebrows went.'
And that's the reason Gaara beat Lee so mercilessly. It was revenge for stealing his eyebrows from the magic elves.
More stupid humor. Gaara has no eyebrows and Lee looks like he has three.
Maybe that's why Gaara sneaks into his room. TO REGAIN HIS EYEBROWS!.
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