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.

Gaara had acted on impulse. That evening he felt more uneasy than usual and, without even realizing it, he found himself in his parents' room. Almost a whole wall was taken up by a big wardrobe high to the ceiling, which he opened to take one of the outfits still maintained into it. Afterwards, he undressed of his usual clothes and put it on; it was a little large but it could work anyway. Finally he jumped trough the window to the nearest roof, where he often seated when he couldn't sleep.
The new suit was quite comfortable, furthermore it better protected him from the desert wind. Actually the sand itself could maintain his body temperature constant, but the armour of sand technique required a great waste of chakra; so, Gaara used it only when really forced.
But the boy hadn't surely changed because that evening he felt cold.
Wearing the new uniform Gaara felt a strange sensation…as when you succeed in something had seemed impossible to other people eyes. Lifted his face to the stars, his expression seemed to say: «I'm still here, you see?». And then, the genin came back into his house to rest some hours considering the mission of the next day.
Gaara didn't notice that, even if for few minutes, Temari had been watching him.

The village was still asleep when the girl woke up to prepare breakfast. The only sounds one could hear were little bits of phrases stolen by the wind to other ninja who, as them, that day had to leave for some mission.
After not even half an hour, also Gaara came down in the kitchen giving his sister a nod, then he seated to wait for her to finish to cook. Temari noticed he was wearing again the clothes of the night before, but just when she was about to ask him an explanation she eared some dragging steps: Kankurou had woken, finally!
After going down the stairs the boy entered the room with his eyes still half-closed for the sleep, murmuring «Good morning» between yawns.
Temari lightly turned her head to look at his reaction to Gaara's new clothes, but some moments passed before he was awake enough to become aware of the news. When it happened Temari quite burst into laughter.
Kankurou couldn't hide his surprise, and was staring at Gaara so intently that the latter one gave him a black look. The boy startled and looked away, but kept staring at him out of the corner of his eye.
«Kankurou's astounded face is priceless! I really believe I wont ask anything to Gaara, after all I'm quite sure I have understood why he is wearing it…». With a smile, the girl finally brought the meal on the table and seated in front of her brothers.
«Maybe I could choose a new uniform, too», the kunoichi thought, «after all I'm a woman by now!». Obviously, her final aim was to make a hit with some handsome boys, perhaps during the next chuunin selection exam…many Konoha's youngsters had seemed quite nice to her, at least. Temari couldn't restrain herself to giggle and Kankurou, seeing her laughing without an apparent reason, had a further confirmation of what he had thought by a long time: his family wasn't quite normal!
Then, with a resigned sigh, he finally turned his attention to the bowl before him.

When the three finished taking breakfast some rays of light already came in from thewindow of thekitchen: it looked as it was going to be a day hotter that ever. If that wasn't enough, that day they had to leave for a quite dangerous level B mission, so they quickly prepared themselves to go to the Daimyo's official they had had to escort to a near city.
In the last times Kazekage's three children had trained together a lot, learning to coordinate their techniques to take advantage each one of the abilities of the others. Their battle formation provided that Gaara and Temari remained in the centre of the action to distract the enemy, meanwhile Kankurou had hidden himself in the surroundings; from his place, the puppeteer could use Karasu to caught the opponents by surprise. This tactic had another great advantage, too: it permitted Temari to focus only on attacking.
During trainings, in fact, the girl has discovered the sand shield automatically protected her, too, at least for the time she remained into strict contact with Gaara. Consequently, her control of the wind, which she canalized as much as she liked with the fan, was getting more and more efficient. It wasn't that she could rival Gaara's ability in master sand, Temari knew well…her younger brother seemed learning new jutsu day after day!
However, that day the mission had a successful conclusion without any incident happening, so the three of themhadn't the occasion to try their new techniques in a real fight.
The evening of the second day since their departure for the mission, our genin were already on the way back. When in the Sand Village, they noticed something unusual, tough; why its streets and squares were already empty? Usually, Suna's inhabitants benefited the coolness of the evening to go and carry out all those activities which would be too much tiring during the day, but strangely it seemed everyone had taken refuge in house for some reason.
When Temari and Kankurou began to show some signs of uneasiness, Gaara became aware of their concern and gave them a clue: «Look at the moon…».
Then, all was clear.
Kankurou grumbled annoyed, but he said nothing. «What do they fear?!», a piqued Temari protested instead, but calmed down when Gaara spoke again: «It's nothing».
That evening they had dinner together as the always did by now, but soon the older genin began yawning; during the travel they hadn't ever decently slept and had walked for kilometres, so they couldn't wait to go to bed. Having greeted a good night to Gaara, both Temari and Kankurou retired in their own rooms.
«Today the moon is full…the same as when Yashamaru died», Temari couldn't manage to not think about it, «This night Gaara will not sleep».
Even if she was tired, the girl realized she couldn't fall asleep…

After Temari and Kankurou had gone to sleep, in the kitchen the silence descended.
Gaara hated noisiness, but strangely he didn't feel at his ease when finally alone; furthermore, the heat gathered during the day into the house was getting more unbearable every minute that passed.
Gaara could do only a thing: climbing up to his house's upper roof. Up there, at least, the cool wind of the night could had made less unpleasant the long hours of insomnia that waited for him.
Seated on the rough terrace's surface, Gaara could see the whole village and the territory surrounding it. At that high the wind blew whistling, and sudden air currents hit the empty streets now and then, several metres downer, lifting sand whirlwinds. Apart the sounds of the wind, an almost complete silence seemed had cut that place out of the rest of the world.
The whole village was drowned in the darkness but the full moon, as it rose higher and higher in the sky, began to light it with silver reflections. Far away, sand dunes rose and set in a slow but unstoppable motion….the desert was his kingdom, out there nobody would look at him in a hostile way anymore, out there he would be invincible.
But in the desert he would be completely alone…
In that moment, a sound diverted him from his reflections. Gaara soon recognized the chakra at his back and asked himself what Temari was doing upper there at that hour, but he didn't say anything.
«Hem…».
His sister seemed nervous…and she had her good reasons for it, Gaara bitterly though.
«What do you want?» he then asked, without turning.
«Well…».
Temari's hesitation was making him lose his patience.
«Are you also worried about Shukaku? Leave me alone», Gaara said keeping still.
Taken by surprise, the girl hurried to explain: «Actually I have only come to give you this», and then she approached him stretched out a blanket with an unsure smile.
Gaara turned to look at her but his expression remained unreadable, yet he took the blanket and put it on his shoulders. Without a word the boy went to contemplate the moon in front of him again, while Temari was coming back into the house nimbly jumping trough the nearest window, somewhat relieved.

In the following hours Gaara completely concentrated on his lonely fight against Shukaku. The moon shined bright, the same of that day of six years before, and it seemed infuse in the demon new energy… Gaara could feel its impatience, its blood thirst which risked to overwhelm him…a silent voice tempted him with growing insistence, and the desire to let himself go increased minute after minute.
«I want to rest…», Gaara murmured, feeling that he couldn't retrain the Sand's Relic no longer.
His hands moved by themselves, already about to form the positions for the technique of the tanuki's sleep, which would make him slept without any restrictions for Shukaku.
First form.
«Why should I worry for them?».
Second form…his arms dropped alongside his hips. Some minutes passed in the most absolutes silence…
Then something happened.
The sand around Gaara seemed to envelop him, only a confused whirling at first but soon assuming a shape…that being's shape.
«No!» Gaara screamed, opening his eyes wide just a moment before Shukaku's spirit took possession of his body.
In nights like that, at any cost, he would have to stay awake.

Noticing the sand surrounding him, Gaara gathered it making it to lift with a simple movement of his hand.
The grains shined silvery in a spiral similar to a miniature cyclone, and they took the shape of two faces. The first one looked a lot like his own and seemed to look at him strictly; the second one, instead, was equal to the face in a old photo the baby Gaara had often stared at for hours. But both faces vanished suddenly as they had appeared.
Then a third figure made out of the sand: his eyes were kind yet distant, and his dying lips repeated words still hard to forget.
«Yashamaru…», Gaara whispered softly. Then he abandoned the sand to the whims of wind, which made it disperse carrying it high, over thehouses of the village; the last grains shined far away, before they completely disappeared.
That night no monstrous outline stood out against the moon, searching for its prey; instead, on the roof of a well-known house a boy laid down, the arms folded under his head, and his eyes of a shade between green and blue half-opened… The red sign on his forehead, meaning "love", stood out in the faint moonlight.

Gaara was still up there when dawn painted the desert in gold, and under a growing bright sky he couldn't help remembering… Remembering the green Konoha's woods and the leaves which wandered without rest, like sand lifted by wind…like they wanted to reach something at any cost.
But sometimes, it happened that a rebel leaf came out the impetuous whirl that carried it…just like the one which had chosen to pose on him, giving him hope again. The shade of a smile appeared on Gaara's traits, but it was only a moment.
Then, the boy stood up and took a deep breath of the new wind of the morning.

END

I dedicate this story to all ones that, like me, have been charmed by such a complex character as Gaara, and above all to my boyfriend (Volvagia), who accepted to be my beta-reader even if he doesn't really like fanfictions… ;)
Furthermore I thanks a lot Kinopio for his patience, because he helped me to translate this fanfic into English.
Finally, if you would like to see the illustration I've done for this story, you can find it this site: wwwdotsabakudotnet/konoha

P.S. I hope it doesn't have errors, if it has please tell me!