Hi. This is my first fanfic, so don't be too harsh, but it seemed cool in my head (the demonic gerbils said so). The first chapter is more boring than the rest and I guarantee the later chapters will be better. So enjoy and please review.

Gaara's Therapy

Chapter One: The Doctor Is In

Gaara was in his room glaring daggers at the wall, when Kankurou and Temari knocked at the door. "Uhh, Gaara... can we come in?" Kankurou asked uncertainly. "Fine. What do you want?" Gaara asked, tossing aside a stuffed bear he had been inadvertently cuddling as they stepped into his room. "Gaara," Kankurou began nervously, it was clear that Kankurou had been bullied into doing the talking and Temari had been dragged in for emotional support in what could quite possibly be the last moments of Kankurou's life. 'If you can't trust the truth, confuse them with jargon,' Temari had said. Kankurou desperately hoped this theory would work. "Well, uh Temari and I have been talking, and um we decided that er, since you had a less than happy childhood, you should get some professional help from a psychologist to um benefit your emotional health and maybe, well, maybe help you to get rid of some of your inner demons...PLEASE DON'T SQUISH ME!" Kankurou knew he had used a bad choice of words with the whole 'inner demons' thing and hoped appealing to Gaara's mercy would save him, though Gaara had no mercy to speak of. "Relax, Kankurou. I'm not going to squish you," Gaara said cooly, even though Shukaku's screams of 'SQUISH HIM!' and 'HE MUST DIE!' were giving him a migraine. He sighed as the familiar pain in his skull returned. "Sooo, who's the shrink gonna be?" he asked curiously, imagining the old quack he would drive insane with his problems. Knowing Kankurou, he had probably hired the cheapest one he could find. "Well, Gaara, the only professional who would take you as a patient is um.........Shikamaru," Kankurou answered, with relief that Gaara hadn't squished him plain in his voice. "Can I squish him now?" Gaara asked Shukaku. 'You got yourself into this,' Shukaku replied.

The next day at noon, Gaara walked slowly into Shikamaru's "office", which was the basement of Shikamaru's house with a beat-up leather chair for the patient and a desk with a computer chair behind it for Shikamaru, all of which was lit up by a single lightbulb dangling from the ceiling. He still wasn't sure Shikamaru was qualified in psychology, though Kankurou assured him that anyone could be a psychologist and that Shikamaru wasn't just anyone, he was a genius. Gaara waited for Shikamaru to show for two hours, and just when he was about to go home, Shikamaru walked in. "Sorry I'm late," Shikamaru said lazily. "I had stuff to not do." He lowered himself into the computer chair, shifted until he was comfortable, and then turned to Gaara. "So, tell me about your childhood," he said....

Like I said, this first chapter is boring, but at least it's short and it gets better. Please review! I'll post a new chapter really soon.