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I am lazy! So lazy! Also done! Stick a fork in me, I'm done! Also, I suck like a two dollar whore- not well, not with much effort, but oh, so much.

And now, a moment of Blindsided:

There were three of them. Of course there were three of them, they always came in groups of three. He knew that. His thought processes were moving slower than usual; he hadn't slept since they'd left Konoha, and he wasn't planning on resting any time soon. He'd gotten so used to dreamless sleep, he didn't know if he could handle a resurgence of nightmares.

Still. There were three of them, standing next to each other in order of height- the girl flanked by her two brothers. They stared up at him with identical copper colored eyes; if they were afraid, they hid it well.

Gaara looked down at his genin team and felt the familiar coiling of homicidal rage in the pit of his stomach. To do list for today, he thought to Shukaku. Return library books. Pick up new lamp for the kitchen. Strangle sister with her own bleeding entrails. Is that everything?

The sand demon gave the equivalent of a mental shrug. I'm hungry.

Right. Gaara mentally penciled in "eat lunch" after the library. The three genin were still staring at him. On second thought, let's put Temari's demise at the top of the list.