A/N: Yes. I know, you're going, wasn't this supposed to be a oneshot? Yeah, that was pretty much it, but my ideas for crackfics are cropping up... and I decided to do the same thing like I'd done for Little Things. Only THIS one is for crack- and fluffy crack. Depends. Tell me what you think.

Summary: Err… looks like our beloved Kazekage isn't completely immune to teenage problems…

Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto.

"Yo, lil' bro!" Kankuro yelled cheerily, lifting his arm to wave at the figure in the distance. The figure continued walking as though he hadn't heard him.

Kankuro broke into a trot. "Hey, wait up!" The person ahead began walking faster, head bowed down. He looked like he was trying to make himself as invisible as he could.

Kankuro frowned. One would think that Gaara was trying to avoid him or something. He began to feel irritated. Now why in the world would he do that?

This was the first time he'd seen Gaara the entire day. He hadn't even been to that immensely important meeting that he'd sworn to attend! Kankuro's brow furrowed. That wasn't like him…

Of course! What if it wasn't him… what if the person in front of him was just some impostor, and the real Gaara was being held hostage somewhere! The absurdity of the whole situation not withstanding, Kankuro thought that it completely accounted for his brother's whole odd behavior.

His eyes narrowed. No one was gonna impersonate the Kazekage and get away with it.

Tensing his muscles, Kankuro jumped the distance between him and the Imposter, who was now running at full speed, and landed on his back. The Imposter's knees buckled at the sudden weight and they both fell heavily to the floor with a resounding crash.

"Ha, got you!" yelled Kankuro triumphantly.

The response he got was a furious, all-too-familiar snarl. Kankuro's eyes widened in horror. Damn… He'd made a terrible mistake…

He was sooo dead.

"What," growled Gaara, "do you think you're doing?"

Kankuro stood up nervously, too afraid to look into his eyes.

"Erm… well, err… I just wanted to ask you why-" he chanced a glimpse at his brother, who was looking, to say the least, livid. "Hey, what's that on your face?"

Gaara jumped, reddening visibly, and quickly slapped a hand up to his forehead. Kankuro, however, was not fooled.

"Is that what I think it is?" Kankuro cried, the malicious glee evident in his voice.

Gaara snarled. "Don't you dare-"

"A zit! Gaara's got a zit!" Kankuro whooped, laughing, and thumped his brother on the shoulder. "I can't believe that you, of all people-"

"Shut it," hissed Gaara viciously, "or I'll shut your trap for you." Sand swirled threatheningly out of his gourd.

But Kankuro just kept chortling, crying in a singsong voice, "Gaara's got a zit, Gaara's got a ziiitt…"

At that moment, he spotted a very familiar figure with pink hair walking down the corridor.

Sakura.

Gaara clapped his hand to his forehead again, inwardly groaning.

Just my luck.

A/N: O.o I don't really know what to make of this, the idea popped into my head suddenly and won't go away/