A/N: Thank you all for your reviews! I'm really glad most of you have a positive view of my writing this story, but I think that after this chapter you may have some issues. Please keep in mind that she is in the egocentrism age(2-7) which means everything is about her and she literally cant see the world from anyone else's shoes/eyes.
From M.L: I'm conflicted. The overall idea of Sakura having more quiet, conitained sister is interesting, but this new chapter? Come on, ANBU are highly trained and likely know bacic medical jutsu. Single, injured ANBU might let a foreign child help, sure, but when the others came, they would spirit him away in a second. She would never be allowed to continue, if she wasn't fellow shinobi or a qualified medic. Not to mention taking his mask off. It's turning an overall good idea for a story into overdone and unrealistic. She is still a child, not even a genin and no matter how smart, ANBU wouldn't allow her near them.
To M.L: Thank you for your review! Yes, ANBU would know basic iryo-ninjutsu, but Kakashi -in my mind- is having a hard time right now and basically always. Also the whole think where they would spirit the ANBU away-she was technically elbow deep in a rather large wound, a wound that would have probably been fatal, and Kakashi would have let it be fatal in this instence. And maybe the other ones were testing her or something, I actually don't have a very linear way of thinking. And to your last three sentence, they don't know she's smart, and they do try to stop her from taking his mask off, but they do know a) where she lives and b) that Kakashi has a second mask(and a third mild ninjutsu set on his face so that his face is blurry and unrecognizable). This was actually really refreshing! It let me explore the scene a bit more, and I really thank you for your constructive criticism, you really rarely get that kind of thing on most stories! Thank your for your review, I will try to improve to your standards and I hope that you keep coming back to review so fluidly! :)
Yoko was released from the hospital only three hours after waking up, her mother and father met her at the sign out desk, Sakura propped on her mothers hip with a sorrowful expression on her face.
"Is Yo-nee alright now?" Sakura asked in her regressed state, her grammar and poise lost in her fear for her sister. But Yoko was quick to hug and silently reassure her older but immature twin.
Only at this time did Yoko realize that she had actually had a conversation with Kakashi, with real words. Elated with the discovery she opened her mouth and tried to say something-only to find that her throat cinched closed and her chest began to ache, she closed her mouth and hugged the brighter pink head closer to her shoulder, sadness heavy in her heart.
The journey to their home was quiet and subdued for the parents and Yoko, but Sakura began to chatter away about how they were going to be starting at the Academy next Monday and how excited she was to be going to kunoichi classes and how sad she was that Yo-nee wouldn't be joining in on the after school activity that Sakura had begged her mother for.
When they reached the small house Kizashi and Mebuki owned Yoko immediately walked to the bathroom and took a long hot shower. While she bathed Mebuki and Kizashi sat Sakura down to have a serious talk.
"Anata, I'm going to put on some tea, talk with Sakura about how she needs to take care of-" Mebuki started and smiled at her husbands mature and serious face, the understanding there putting her at ease.
"Sakura, your mother and I still have to go on that trip we told you about. You need to make sure Yoko is taking care of herself and eating and changing her bandages, and actually going to classes." Kizashi started, looking seriously on his oldest daughter.
"But, tou-chan!" Sakura tried, her face scrunching in distaste, Yoko was always quiet and always got attention away from her, like she was better than Sakura.
"Sakura." Kizashi scolded, his eyebrows furrowed and his disapproval obvious but ignored by his headstrong daughter.
"NO!" Sakura yelled, standing up, her sour face firmly placed and her hands tight fists. "Yoko always needs help and she is always being spoiled and I-I'm always ignored!" Her voice echoed through their small house and the crash of teacups hitting the floor caught the father daughter duo's attention.
Mebuki stood in the doorway, shock in her expression as she stared at her older daughter. "How could you say that?" She whispered, incomprehensible.
"You always give her what ever she wants but she never even talks to you, but when I want something it's 'no sakura-chan, we don't have the money today' but when she looks at something too long its always, 'we'll take one of those too please'. I deserve that, I'm always nice and I never get in trouble and- and I never have to go to the hospital!" Sakura ended her spiel, huffing and puffing with tears glittering in her emerald eyes.
"We never knew you felt that way Sakura." Mebuki said, now sad as she looked upon her supposedly neglected child.
Yoko stood to the side of the door, her head resting against the pale green of the wall, tears also glittering in her own opalescent sage eyes. She couldn't help but feel like she was intruding, so after wiping the un-fallen tears from her lashes she traipsed back up the stairs and into Sakura's room.
Yoko climbed into her soft, warm, non-judgmental futon and curled into herself, burying herself into her covers. With shaking shoulders, Yoko fell into a deep, deep sleep.
Her dreams were dark and scary, but not remembered when she woke sweaty and frantic.