Lesson
Gaara gulped as he stood outside the classroom, deperately trying to come up with a believable excuse as to why the Kazekage was suddenly unavailable to talk to this years graduating genin. Everything he had come up with (Food poisoning, emergency at the Kazekage tower, needing to kill the man his sister might be dating) sounded absolutely ridiculous (Or at least that was what Matsuri said.)
He wasn't sure why he was nervous. They were just kids, for crying out loud (As Matsuri had said). He had spoken to the entire Allied Shinobi Forces, then led them into battle and won. How hard could it be to speak to thirty children?
He franticly glanced at the end of the hallway (Blocked by Kankuro and Matsuri. Both of whom were enjoying his obvious discomfort),and judged his chances of a successful escape (They weren't good.) He was going to kill them after this. Maybe. He wouldn't kill them.
Sighing Gaara placed his hand on the brass doorknob and twisted. This won't be to difficult, he told himself, just because you were a homicidal psychopath at that age, doesn't they are.
"Ahhh so our guest speaker has managed to muster up the courage to speak to us today!"
If look's could kill, Temari would have been dead in that moment.