"HI! WHO ARE YOU???" A little green haired girl with four pigtails and very wide eyes shouted at Temari. "Whaa…?" The Sand Ninja stuttered. "Erm…. Temari of the Sand!" she said, trying to seem brave. But who was this kid with the t-shirt and khaki shorts?

"I'm Yotsuba!' The kid shouted with a big smile. "What's that thing around your neck?"

"M…My forehead protector?" Who didn't know what a forehead protector was? It was your identity as a ninja, it told others what village you hailed from. The one that raised you as a ninja and the one you inherited your special skills from, if not from blood. Temari would fight for Sunakage no matter what, as that is what it means to be a Shinobi. How did this Yotsuba girl not understand that? Was she even a ninja? The blonde jonin with the four pigtails wondered. She'd never seen any village who dressed like that.

And she was so young! Why the heck was she by herself?

Little Yotsuba giggled. "No! That shiny thing's around your neck, not your forehead! It won't protect you at all!"

"It's…. just symbolic. It isn't really made to protect my forehead."

"Zim Bollick? What is that?" The girl asked, utterly confused.

"Symbolic. S-y-m-b-o-l-i-c. It means it means something to you." What planet was this kid from?

"Can I have some Ice Cream?" The little green haired girl exclaimed, jumping up and down. "PLEASE?!?!" Yotsuba's eyes were twinkling and she was nearly having a seizure with energy. That or just a desire for ice cream.

"Huh? Ice Cream? I have no……!" At that moment Temari happened to look up. And she noticed it. When she did, chills ran down Temari's spine. Above the little spazzes face was…. Hair completely identical to hers.

"Who does your hair?!" Temari said, shocked. Somebody was copying her. And how? Her hair was gravity resistant, for crying out loud! And why this little girl? This weird clover-haired girl.

"Huh? Does my hair……….?" Yotsuba's expression was one of blank confusion. Then she looked up at Temari's head. Except for the fact that the ninja's hair was yellow, it was a replica if hers. "HEY!" Yotsuba exclaimed. "We're twins!"

"Whaa……………" Temari trailed off. They were. She, a Jonin of the Sand Village. But her hair was identical with this weirdo? She should hope not.

Then Yotsuba barreled into her with a gigantic hug that totally caught Temari off guard. If she were her brother Kankuro, she would have said something rude or pushed the little thing to the ground or something. Temari liked kids, to an extent. They were cute and normally harmless. Well, of course there were exceptions to that rule. Like Gaara, her other brother. It would be a mistake to underestimate him.

Perhaps this kiddo was some kind of rogue ninja. In disguise, and not a creative one at that. Well, this thing was too creepy and Temari was not in the mood. She ran away as fast as she could not stopping until it was out of sight.

"Bye!!!" Yotsuba called after her. That was weird. It was like the big girl was afraid of her. Well, dad was probably worrying his head off about her. She had fun, and was sleepy. And wanted Ice Cream. The green haired mini-Temari started back, confused more then ever.