Cookies by Melfina Lupin

Summery: There was no doubt that Gaara loved his brother and sister but as they saying goes the more you love someone the more you want to kill them.

Author's Note: Complte and utter crack

Warning: Complete and utter crack

Disclaimer: I down't own Naruto

There was no doubt that Gaara loved his brother and sister but as the saying goes the more you love someone the more you want to kill them. And kill them he wanted to whenever they spazzed out randomly and laughed about some stupid inside joke that he never understood. They were odd. Odder than him sometimes.

It was late in the night and all he wanted was a damned chocolate chip cookie. Was that so hard to ask? He was forced to live a life of object isolation and murder for 12 years because of his father– you think that would earn him enough cookies for the rest of his life. But no! Some sneaky bastard had to steal the very last one. And anothing made Gaara angier than have something of his stolen. He was Gaara damn it. Garaa of the fucking desert. His very name sent shivers of dread and fear down the spines of everyone. No one EVER stole from Gaara if they wanted to keep on living.

In a huff, he stomped back to the living room where Temari and Kankuro lounged about on the couch. They didn't look up until he was standing in front of the TV with the empty cookie jar in his hands.

"Who stole the cookies from the cookie jar?" he demanded, most serious and threatening.

Without missing a beat, Temari pointed to her other brother. "Kankuro stole the cookies from the cookie jar."

"Who me?"

"Yes, you!"

"Couldn't be."

"Then who?"

Gaara looked back and for between his siblings, cracking up over their stupid game. Again with the inside jokes that he didn't understood.

He stood there glaring until they calmed down-which meant until Temari stopped pounding her hand against the arm rest and Kankuro picked himself up off the ground having rolled there second before in a fit of hysteria.

"Well?" He would not be made a fool of.

"Cool your jets, the cookies are right here," Kankuro murmured, picking of a plate of cookies on the couch and holding them out to Gaara.

In a flash the plate was in Gaara's possession. Then he sat down between his brother and sister and watched TV with them. Since he didn't like sharing either, he made sure to lick every last cookie.

The end