Grey aquamarine eyes narrowed as he watched the orange clad back depart, head thrust skyward in laughter. 'Why should that blond freak have so many who care for him?' Gaara thought as a rage began to fill him sending a tremor through his body. 'I have no one. I have never truly had anyone who lo…' He turned his head away from the thought. 'We are the same yet you have been granted so much and I so little. He has so many that, he does even realize half of them.' The longing for love and acceptance had crept back in to him after his fight with Naruto. This longing made him feel weak but he could no longer block it out by saying people were only there to validate his existence. His body also craved people but in what way he was uncertain.

'Stop whining boy.' Shukaku shouted disrupting Gaara's thoughts. 'If you desire something then take it or kill the fox; I care not which but pout no longer. It makes us look weak.' Gaara began to regain his composure. 'Yes I am strong enough to take what I want but who do I desire.'