A/N: If you've read my "Kankuro Falls" stories, my "Seven Greatest Days of My Youth" story and the stories I write with my bestest friend Temari, then you know my specialty is silly stories. However, this story is far from funny. It's a lot more serious and emotional.

This is a story about the Sand Sibs. It's mostly about Temari's pain and her feelings toward Gaara since her mother died, but it also has a lot to do with Gaara's feelings, and Kankuro's as well.

Just a warning, most of this story is really very sad. But I promise that the ending will be happy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Chapter 1— Intro: I'll Try

Yashamaru stood in his room, staring silently out the window. The morning sun could not be seen behind the black storm clouds, and the violent wind caused the sand to hide most of the view. This storm had been going on since the death of Yashamaru's sister, and it reminded him of her rage and suffering.

The fast, heavy rain hit the roof of the house continuously. The heavens are crying for you, Karura, Yashamaru thought as he looked to the dark skies of Suna that day.

His sister had died two days before at the village's hospital, shortly after the birth of her third and last child. With the last few breaths she had, she cursed the village for making her a human sacrifice, and hoped this child would avenge her death.

Yashamaru let out a long sigh. Everything is going to change now, isn't it, Karura? He sat down on the chair behind him, still looking out the window. I know you're going to miss your children, Temari and Kankuro. They miss you too, and so do I. Very, very much.

The wind grew stronger. Yashamaru stood up and slowly walked to the corner of the room, to where a small table was placed. A picture frame was on top of it, and a picture of a smiling woman was inside it. Yashamaru picked it up. "Everything is going to change," he repeated, this time to the picture of his sister, "Everything is going to be different now. Temari and Kankuro are unaware now, but will someday fear the day when their demon-possessed brother will walk. The Kazekage, your husband, has moved out of this house. His children, your children, are confused and wondering why he left them and why their mother is dead."

He heard footsteps, and turned his head to the doorway, where a small three year-old Temari stood. A smaller and younger Kankuro was behind her, holding her hand.

"What's wrong?" Yashamaru asked them, setting the picture frame down.

"Bruh-ter," Kankuro answered quietly.

"He not sleeping," Temari added.

"Brother still isn't sleeping, huh?" Yashamaru said, pretending he hadn't a clue why. "Let's go take a look at him." He followed his niece and nephew to Karura's room, where baby Gaara lye wide-awake in the middle of the bed. He looked at his family as they walked into the room.

"Why he not sleeping?" Temari asked, looking up at her uncle.

"I don't know," Yashamaru lied. He looked at Gaara with an expressionless face as Gaara looked back at him. Karura, Yashamaru thought, there must be a part of you inside this baby. And for that reason, I will try to love him. I'll try.

"What Mommy call him?" Temari asked Yashamaru. She had only been told her new brother's name once and had forgotten.

"His name is Gaara," Yashamaru said.

"Gaara," Temari repeated. She and Kankuro took one last look at their new brother and then left the room.

Yashamaru took a step out of the room, but kept his eyes on the baby. "Gaara," he said, looking into the baby's eyes, "I'll try." Yashamaru then left to follow Kankuro and Temari.

A/N: Yeah I know, this chapter is super-short. But it's only the intro. The next chapter will be longer.

I think it's pretty good so far... Wow, I'm not used to writing something as serious as this. But I hope you enjoyed what I have so far!

Please review!