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"Shukaku's thoughts"

No matter how uneasy he felt, Gaara would never show it. Everybody on the boat kept a safe distance from him, fearing that he would kill them mercilessly. The jinchuriki sat alone in a corner of the deck.

It was a two day journey from Suna to the sea shore and seven hours since the boat left the pier. Seven hours since a terrible feeling had invaded Gaara. He was on a boat. In the middle of the ocean. And he hated water. That was understandable, since his main attacks -and defenses- involved sand and all. He knew that no one on this boat would dare lay a finger on him. They were all from his village, so they understood that the quickest way of dying was to mess with him. But still, knowing that he was vulnerable... It was the worst of feelings. He hated it.

The only reason that he was here in the first place was because of the Kazekage. The man that Gaara was disgusted to admit was his father. The Kazekage had assigned him, Temari and Kankuro to a mission. A B ranked mission to transport important documents and stuff to the Land of Water. Water this, water that. Gaara felt slightly sick thinking about it.
But, he couldn't refuse the mission. It was only B ranked. And both his teammates -he refused to think of them as his siblings- had accepted it, so there was no way he was going to be the one backing out, showing weakness.

Gaara mentally groaned. The boat had swayed violently to the left, making him hold on to the handrail with extreme force. Having Shukaku locked up inside of him stopped him from getting a cold, the flu, food poisoning and other things like that. But, apparently, sea sickness wasn't included in his list of immunities. Even without the whole boat swaying thing, the dark, cold ocean looked extremely unappealing to the young ninja. Yes, almighty Gaara of the Desert was actually sea sick. Not that he would let it show.

"Gaara? Do you want to eat anything?" Gaara nearly jumped out of his skin. But he didn't, because he was Gaara. Shukaku must have really felt terrible as well, because he hadn't warned the ninja about Kankuro standing right behind him.
The older boy fixed the spot to the left of his brother's foot nervously. Gaara looked at him, suspicious. Why would he care? Maybe Temari and Kankuro were taking turns to check on him, to make sure that he wasn't killing anyone. Not that they could have stopped him if he was. Gaara settled for a calm, cold:
"No. Get lost."
Kankuro shrugged and walked away. When he thought that the jinchuriki wasn't looking any more, he quickened his pace to a run. But, Gaara did notice. He felt his chest tighten painfully and he felt his anger boiling. He wanted to hurt Kankuro, badly. But he was stuck holding onto the handrail, because the swaying was getting worst by the minute. Could this situation get any worse? That was when an announcement was made over a loud speaker.

"We apologize for any inconvenience. But, we have unfortunately entered an area of high water current. Waves are particularly high around this spot. Thank you for your cooperation. Please enjoy the rest of the week long trip to the Land of Water."

"Oh, great. You had to ask?" Came Shukaku's mental voice.

"And we will unfortunately be caught up in a storm later this evening. So if all passengers may move into their cabins before it starts raining, safety on board will be maintained."

"Urg. Joy. Lucky us. You'd better get a move on, kid, before it rains. I hate water."

Gaara completely agreed with the demon. Except the sarcastic parts. He didn't do sarcasm.

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The sky was now pitch black. Gaara had been sitting in the cabin that he shared with his teammates for around two hours, glaring murderously at the rain. Temari and Kankuro hadn't come into the room yet. They were probably still eating dinner, somewhere. Or they might have been delaying the moment when they had to stay in a confined area alone with him. He really didn't care.
The ninja sighed and leaned his head against the wall. He really felt terrible. He then stood up straighter. No way he was going to show weakness! Even if no one was here. Well, no one but Shukaku, who was now whining like a bitch.

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