WARNING!!! Reading this fanfic you are going to find heavy spoilers if you haven't arrived yet to the 16th book of the manga or if you haven't seen to the episode 81 of the anime!
P.S. This is the English translation (thanks Kinopio for your help!) of the original story, "Un nuovo vento al tuo fianco", which is written in Italian language.

A new wind by your side
Chapter 2

«I'm sorry…».
These two words still echoed into the mind of the genin whose traits were now completely visible, for his make-up had long melted mixing with sweat.
More than once Kankurou had hated his looks. Even if he didn't resemble much his younger brother their blood tie was evident anyway, and it procured him several problems. He and Temari weren't feared as Gaara but yet they were "the monsters' siblings", as the other ninja of their village had labelled them.
Actually, puppeteer's technique requested a black uniform which permitted to hide in shades, and face painting was also part of mimetic. But Kankurou's make-up was also a mask to hide to himself and to others who he was.
«I'm sorry…».
Those words again…the boy's thoughts returned to a couple of days before.
He and Temari had found their younger brother fallen to the ground, worn out after what must had been a terrible battle against that surprising Leaf's ninja: Uzumaki Naruto. Kankurou hadn't watched the fight, but Temari told him enough to make him guess what had happened; the signs of destruction on the battle field, as the condition in which they found Gaara had told him the rest.
But what really surprised Kankurou wasn't having found him worn out (even if this had never happened before), but the gaze of his eyes.
Eyes tired of never be able to close…tired of being slave of Shukaku, the Sand's Relic of which he was the medium.
Kankurou found himself pondering about all this without even realizing it. Before then, the only thing he had worried about when close to his brother was that he could kill him or Temari, as he had often threatened to do.
Looking to him for once without fear, instead, in his impenetrable eyes Kankurou had discovered a sight of something new and surprising: it was, maybe, hope? In that moment, for the first time in his life Kankurou didn't see in Gaara a monster to fear, but a brother.
Gaara even apologized to them…but why? For having frightened them and made them comply with any whim of his? Or because he lost the battle against the three Leaf Village's genin? No, they hadn't really been defeated, at least as a squad. Two of the opponent ninjas had lost consciousness, and the third one would have been easily defeated when he remained without the aid of his companions.
But Gaara chose to let them live.
Kankurou thought that Naruto had to be a really amazing guy, if he was able to go trough the wall his brother had erected around himself since Yashamaru betrayed him… A wall infinitely harder to destroy that his famous "absolute defence".
But Kankurou's reflections were suddenly interrupted by a movement in the distance: someone was going towards their camp!

Just in the same time, in the shades of his hideout Gaara opened his eyes wide. In the slumber he had sensed Shukaku's grip become more and more strict on his mind and, by instinct, he woken up before the situation became too much dangerous.
For some reason the technique which Gaara practised since quite an amount of time had finally became to work…may it be connected to the fight of two days before? Anyway, the genin felt surely better; he knew that sleeping would be always dangerous, but at least from now on he would be able to rest (at least for brief periods of time).
Going out of his hideout, Gaara noticed the sun already rose…why Temari didn't wake him up? After few steps he saw his sister lay down on the small camp that, as it seemed, she and Kankurou had have prepared the night before; but of the latter one there wasn't any sign. Gaara remained to look at her for some instants, while she slept with the head posed on her arm; over her body had been hastily put down some little branches to camouflage her.
«I would like to know where that bungler of Kankurou is…».

Moving without the heavy gourd he usually brought with him was more comfortable, the Sand's genin soon understood, but the increased speed implied a greater exposure to eventual enemy attacks. But Gaara didn't have choice: after the battle against Naruto both time and strength lacked him to pick up the sand shattered around them. At least, now he could move at incredible speed throwing himself from a tree to another, while his eyes carefully studied the surroundings…
The boy hadn't come very far from the place he had found Temari when he suddenly stopped: he had seen a jounin familiar to him.
«Baki…».
His headgear's veil, taken in a way to leave visible only one eye, was unmistakable. Furthermore, Gaara noticed his master wasn't alone: other Sand's ninjas were carrying Kazekage's canopy.
«Father», said Gaara between clanged teethes already feeling the hate growing inside him, as every time he was in his presence. The young ninja wouldn't really talk to neither of them, so he stayed hidden between branches and watched the short procession passing. Survivors' faces were dark and tried: «The attack failed», he soon understood, but that didn't matter to him. Till that time he had served his village as a lethal tool to use at the truest moment, not more or less than any weapon; but now he felt that his life maybe valued something more. For this, he had decided that he would never give to Shukaku the opportunity to take the upper hand again: «Your last battle has been the one against that Na…».
Gaara hadn't even finished to formulate such a though that an unbearable pain assaulted him, making him take his head in the hands. The monster sealed inside him wanted to punish him for having dare to pone it his own will, he instantly understood. From his temples, stabs spread over the whole medium's body, as if thousands of sand's grains were trying to pierce into his flash by force.
«It's useless…I wont let you to come out…», the genin said clutching his teeth to avoid screaming, while he tried to reject the impulse to kill which was awakening in him.
But the pain disappeared as suddenly as it had arrived. Shukaku, at least this time, chose to leave him in peace…
Little by little the boy found his clearness again, and watching the small cortege that by now was walking behind him he realized Kankurou followed the group from several metres away. Gaara read on his face a troubled expression: why did he often rise his gaze towards Kazekage's canopy? What had happened?
As to reply his questions, his brother frowned the eyebrows and ran to Baki almost yelling: «Who did it?».
Their master hesitated before replying, as he was searching the best words for what he was to reveal. Then he slowly explained: «It's all Orochimaru's plan…we have found the Kazekage and his escort lifeless from at least a month, so even before the beginning of the exam for the chuunin selection».

Gaara was alone again; he had let the small group of ninja pass without make them notice him, he staying hidden among tree branches. Sunset painted red the wasteland around him…
How could he have been fooled that way? The boy couldn't believe it: the Kazekage…his father, the person he most hated in the world, killed by a stupid conspiracy organized by that disgusting Sound's ninja.
«Six years ago, every day I desired that you disappeared…but it should had been me to kill you!».
Gaara closed his eyes, trying to control his frustration; he knew Shukaku always lay in wait, ready to take advantage on his every negative emotion to come into the open…
The news of his father's death had caught him unaware… Thoughts followed one another so fast in his mind that Gaara couldn't dwell upon no one of them, and even more confused they were the emotions awakening in him: hate, anger, delusion…and maybe sadness, too.
Then Gaara asked himself why he never tried to destroy Suna, the village which had always rejected him. With it, he would have also wiped out all the people who glanced him with grudge…his father for first.
Gaara reopened his eyes, tired of being tormented by so much doubts, and the first thing he saw was a leaf lightly floating on the ground in a spiral movement…
«Uzumaki Naruto».
At first he didn't estimate him as his possible opponent, he had seemed to him only a loud and insignificant kid; mainly, he had seemed weak to him.
Instead he made a mistake. Not only he proved to be his same level, but he had also been the first person to talk him in that way. The first one to understand him…to show him he was wrong to believe of being able to become really strong loving only himself.
«I was like you, I hated those cold glares, I hated the loneliness that enveloped me», he told him, «But now I've found people that have acknowledged me…people to love and protect!».
The words of the Leaf's ninja had revealed to Gaara how Naruto had suffered a destiny similar to his, how he had suffered his same desperation… But someway, Naruto managed to come out the emptiness of solitude.
Finally Gaara had doubts no more: «That boy had fought beyond his limits because he felt love», Gaara thought, «Maybe, someday I will can make it, too…but I can't do it alone».

TO BE CONTINUED...

This is the second part of a four chapters story I've already completely written, please R&R!
P.S. I hope it doesn't have errors, if it has please tell me!

Thanks for your review Eternal-Night-Ride (you were the first)! Here you are the second chapter you asked...I hope you like it! By the way, could you explain me better how can I improve the story format, please?