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It was supposed to be easy. Really easy, but Gaara was left with a strange feeling that had been simmering in his gut since Kankurou had brought them home earlier that evening, it was a feeling that he couldn’t shake off. So here he was laying wide-awake in his bedroom at 1:15 am in the morning, unable to sleep, the redhead could feel the cool softness of his dark blue comforter beneath his head as he lay on top while staring up at the plain white ceiling of his room littered with glow in the dark stars and sighed for the umpteenth time that night. He had been surprised by the lack of conversation on his brother’s part as they exit