People said he couldn't love anything or anyone.

It wasn't weird that people said it, people always look at someones past and appearence.
And when they looked at they, they decide what kind of human someone is.
Well, most people use this manner of catogorising their fellow humans.

But at one moment it all changed, some people say he changed, other Deny that they ever thought different at all.
But that one moment, made him the boy, no, the man he is today.

To tell you about the moment we have to go a little back in time, to a stormy saturday night, in Kohona.
Gaara stared irritated out of the window, totally ignoring the people around him that were busy being happy
at this so called "party".

he didn't choose to be here, he had totally better things to do at home. But his sister made him and Kankuro come.
to the stupid birthday party of her so called boyfriend.
She haden't been begging for them to come to the party, she just demanded it.
And when Temari demanded something, there was no way you couldn't listen to it.
That was the way it was and always would be.

So Gaara was stuck in the luck and joy, and stared to the rain.
In the few glares he had send trough the room, he saw most people that he also had seen on the Chuunin Exams.
Why did that boyfriend of Temari have so many friends?
Or were most of them just forced to come just like he found himself sitting here.
The Kazekage felt a little shame, him being forced to be somewhere, and he didn't did anything about it.
Then again, he smiled the littlest smile, his sister asked ( wasn't it a few minuts ago demanded?) him to come.
And family comes first, they are important to him.

Suddenly Gaara hears the loud voice of Naruto, boy oh boy, Naruto had changed.
His eyes met the ones of Gaara and he smiled, Gaara just stared back.
Did that boy just said that he thought it was time for a game?
Gaara really needed to escape this party.

Why was it that Gaara found himself a few minutes later, on the ground, in a circle of people playing a "game".
'what's was the purpose of this game again? Kankuro?' he whispered to his brother.
'to get laid' was the answer. And right after that Kankuro got slapped by Temari who heard the question and answer.
'The purpose of this game is' Temari told Gaara seriously 'is to pick a coloured paper out of that hat there'
Temari pointed at a hat that was currently in Hinata hands. 'And to go with the person with the corrospondending
colour in the closet for 7 minuts.'
Gaara stared at Temari, what was the purpose of THAT?
Temari looked back at him, not getting why her little brother looked so confused at the moment.
So she ignored the stare and relocated her attention to her boyfriend.

First, Naruto and a pink haired girl went in the closet, Gaara following them with his eyes smiled a little again.
Naruto must be happy being there with the one he liked, the pink haired girl didn't look that happy tough.
Was that the purpose of the game? getting in with the one you liked? But why did they all had to pick colours?
Gaara was still confused.

After That Naruto was kicked by the girl Gaara now remembered as Sakura, he heard a lot of screaming.
'WHAT HOW CAN THIS BE' A boy Gaara remembered from the Chuunin exams was screaming facing the blond haired girl.
'don't be a pussy, just get in the closet' she answered being the bossy girl she always was.
'Ino, I got the same colour as SHINO, he's a BOY' Kiba said, with a red head.
Gaara looked over to the boy named Shino, He seemed untouched by the whole situation.
'I don't care that you pulled a boy, get in the closet. Like you mind it much'
'WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY!'
Before the Blonde haired girl could answer, Shino grabbed Kiba's hand and pulled him into the closet.
After 7 minutes they both, with blushed heads came out.
'told you, you wouldn't mind' The blonde mutterd.

After two more couples, the blonde called out for the colour green.
Gaara's colour.
Without looking around, Gaara entered the closet.
he still wanted to know what the hell was the purpose of being in this closet.
for seven minutes,
with someone else,
in the dark,
alone.
Wait.. WHAT?

Gaara's eyes widened as he (finally) realised what the purpose of the game was.
Sick, perverted little brats.
He made a mental note to take revenge on his sister after this.

'get in the closet' he heard his sister demand, and as explained before.
If Temari demanded something, there was no escape.

So this made the situation that Gaara, once most feared boy of Suna, was stuck in a little dark closet.
The closet, owner Shikamaru, had a smell that reminded Gaara of dried tomatoes. And Gaara disliked tomatoes.
Fate was cruel.

Suddenly the door opened again, and a figure was pushed in, and the door quickly closed again.
'wh-who is there?' the sound of a male voice trough the closet.

fuck.
Gaara tried to remember who was the owner of the voice.
It wasn't loud Naruto or Dogboy, not the silent Bug user or the lazy Shikamaru.
Kankuro was still outside the closet, and it wasn't the fat boy.
but he did know that voice.

'Hello?'

He knew from who the voice came.
He once made him scream in pain.

'fuck' Gaara whispered to himself.
He was stuck with Lee.