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It is a little known fact, but Gaara revels in the rare confrontations he has with Kankuro.
Usually, the idiot laughingly called his older brother manages to reign in his temper around him, cowering in waves of anger and humiliation. Then once in a way, he loses his temper and tries to challenge his authority. Challenge him the demon carrier. Gaara thrives on it like a rarely sampled delicacy.
“Gaara, I need to use this ground for training”
“Use another.”
“I booked this place two weeks ago. You weren’t even there.”
“Use another.”
“You have another mission tonight. I need to use this ground today.”
“I said -use another.”
“Why must you be- forget it! Do what you want…”
In spite of perpetuating the shell of fear and suspicion that surrounds him, Gaara is weary at heart. Weary of his lot in life. Weary of the perpetual fight for survival. Weary of being trapped in his self inflicted cell of isolation. So weary in fact, that he overrides his killing instincts time and time again for the sake of winning some trivial argument that creates flutters of excitement through his dormant heart.