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 3

Indifferent at the darkness which was coming down around them, Temari and Kankurou seated next each other in silence, their eyes down and locked at a random point of the ground.
The boy turned the end of one of the fabric stripes which covered Karasu over in his hands, while his sister held the knees on her breast with both her arms. Neither of them cried…after all, they had never really loved their father. They knew the Kazekage had always seen them only as tools to been used to reach his goal: the Hidden Sand Village's rebirth, by now in decline since many years before. To realize his dream he had even sacrificed his wife and made Gaara who he was.
No, they couldn't love him… Then, why that feeling of emptiness?
Maybe the two were aware of having remained really alone, without neither their father's guide, even if it has been questionable. Temari began to sense that, probably, she and Kankurou had in common with their younger brother more than they thought: all the three of them without someone they could really count upon to, all the three of them basically alone…
Why they hadn't realized it before?
But things were going to change, the girl promised to herself. After all, her brothers were the only family left to her by now, and she would have done everything to not lose them as well.
Temari guessed Kankurou was feeling her same emotions: fear, bewilderment, but most of all loneliness…a loneliness Gaara always lived together.
Feeling themselves like their younger brother for the first time, the two ones asked Baki to precede them: they hadn't any clue where Gaara went but they knew that sooner or later he would come back, so they were going to wait him.
When they remained alone, Temari broke the silence: «We shouldn't have betrayed the alliance with the Fire Country….our village had just sacrificed many lives to obtain peace, for what purpose if it had to go this way?».
Her voice trembled, Kankurou noted surprised.
«Don't worry, Baki said to me he had persuaded Konoha's elders to renew the alliance with us», he tried to comfort her. «Furthermore, the three of us are still alive…isn't it the most important thing?».
«Kankurou is right, Temari».
«Gaara!», the two exclaimed suddenly lifting their heads… As always they hadn't heard him coming.
«G-Gaara…we have to talk…».
«I already know everything», their younger brother stopped them, «Let's catch up with the others».
That said he began to walk while Temari soon stood up to follow him, imitated by Kankurou.
The twocouldn't imagine how he could already be informed of the situation, but avoiding to talk about it was a relief for both of them, so they didn't ask explanations.

After almost a week of travelling the small group of ninja saw Suna's huge gates; the town rose stately from the sands restlessly swept from the fierce winds of that land, which was called "Wind Country" not for nothing.
The desert stretched for kilometres and kilometres in any direction, blazing during the day and icy at nights, like at the time of their arrival to the village's gates.
Temari allowed herself a moment of rest before going in and, her hands on her hips, she lifted the face to see the night full of bright points: always clear and lacking of clouds (except the ones of the frequent sand storms), Wind Country's sky was wonderful with its billions of stars and milky galaxies.
«As a child, when I was sad I looked at the sky and it seemed to me that any problem vanished….», Temari murmured some moments after.
«What a stupid thing to do», Kankurou replied. But he stopped to admire the sight over their heads, too.
Gaara stood silently next to them, his arms folded, while the light of some stars reflected also in his imperceptible turned up eyes.
«Well, do you want to hurry and come in or we must leave you outside?», Baki called them back.
Beginning to walk, the three siblings finally crossed Sand Village's gates: they were at home again.

Gaara, Temari and Kankurou's life had taken its usual course, between training and missions sometimes assigned to them. But in spite of the apparent normality, the village was in constant state of alert fearing Orochimaru's attack, who couldn't have appreciated their sudden turn-about at favour of a renewed alliance with the Leaf.
Apparently it seemed nothing had changed even in the relationship between the three genin, but in reality something had; above all, Gaara hadn't killed anymore only to affirm his existence.
Not that he wasn't less hated by his village's inhabitants for this, no…they continued to look at him in fear. But Gaara cared about it no more, because that same glare had disappeared from the eyes of the only two people who had always been someway close to him.
Yet, some nights Temari still waked with a start... After coming back in Suna, the girl had hoped that her night time awakenings were things of the past, but evidently they weren't. The kunoichi knew she had nothing to fear anymore, at least not from Gaara, but it seemed her subconscious had remained affected by the many years passed with the fear a disaster could happen at any moment.
During one of these sudden awakenings, Temari thought about the herself of only few month before… Then she certainly couldn't sleep calmly, with Shukaku ready to overwhelm her youngest brother at any moment. Kankurou used to bar the door of his room, for whatever good it was, but Temari wasn't so naive to hope that kind of precautions could contrast Gaara's demoniac form.
And so her slumber had always been light.
The girl asked herself how she could had lived constantly under pressure for all those years… Feeling as she was suffocated at the memory of that life, she went to the window of her room to breathe the cool nocturne wind.
Lay on the windowsill, she lingered over to watch Sand Village's houses, noticing for the first time how they were different from the ones of places with a less impervious climate as Konoha. Suna's buildings were build in clay or stone, rounded to not offer friction to the desert's fierce winds, with flat roofs more similar to terraces than to real roofs (which wouldn't be useful in a place where it never rained). Therefore it wasn't rare that Sand's inhabitants came up on the top of their houses, but what Temari saw perplexed her anyway: the figure lay down on a roof not very distant wasn't maybe…her father?
«How is it possible?», the kunoichi murmured confused, but she understood of have mistaken: that one was Gaara! But he had something different than usual.
Once her eyes conformed to the darkness, Temari clearly saw that he was dressed as their father…why? Her brother, in fact, wore the same ninja uniform the departed Kazekage took under the white and blue tunic and cap, symbols of his status.
His sister kept watching Gaara for some minutes, then yawned and came back to bed, deciding the next morning she would ask him an explanation.

TO BE CONTINUED...

This is the third (and the shortest) 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 Eternal-Night-Ride for your suggestions...I'll try tofollow them in my next fanfic!