Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

A/N: I'm not gonna lie. this chapter is a semi-filler, semi-plot chapter. and it was a bitch to write. i hope you enjoy. and yes that is Spanish.

Capitulo tres.
Realizations

I woke up to sunshine streaming in and showering my face. I felt the warmth comforting me. I began to sit up and stretch when I noticed the extra blanket on me. I hadn't remembered getting it last night. I looked closer to see that it wasn't even a blanket at all. In fact, it was a jacket, black with red clouds, that was laid on top of me. It's not like I had to think about whom it belonged to. Thing was, I didn't remember him giving it to me after out little tiff last night.

I laid back down, soaking in the sunshine. When my head hit the pillow, it crinkled. I reached under to fine a slip of paper. I opened it carefully.

"I thought about it and I think staying here isn't such a bad idea. If Rochi-teme decided to attack it's not like the old man in the big hat won't send in people to do something. Anyways, meet me in front of the academy at night fall. Alone, Sakora.

Deidara

P.S. keep the cloak."

I read the note a number of times, analyzing his very neat, girlish handwriting. His had such fluidity to it that it was intriguing. I had to doubt in my mind of why he wanted me to keep his cloak. He didn't need to be recognized here. Maybe that's why he gave it to me in the first place. I snuggled down deep into the cloak taking in it's…his scent, woodsy and musky. It was so relaxing. I knew I had to get up though. I stood up and stretched out one more. If I knew Sarika, we'd be going shopping today. I mean, I needed it but shopping with Sarika was hell.

I walked out of my room and down the stairs into the kitchen. The smell of French toast had a certain way to drawing me there. "Since when do you cook, love?" I asked the dark-haired kunoichi.

"Eh, it's just something I picked up." She plopped some down on a plate and pushed it to the empty chair at the counter. "Those are Sasuke's. They don't have any cinnamon on them. I wouldn't eat them. He likes them nasty." She laughed.

"Well if you're cooking I don't know if it's the cinnamon that makes it nasty." I nudged her.

She gasped and gave me the one finger salute. "Oh go fuck a tree." She spat.

"Nah. I'd rather fuck you first.

She giggled. "I miss the good ol' days."

I sighed in agreement.

Sasuke came walking into the room with his usual scowl. "French toast? Just the way you like it." Sarika said smiling.

"Hn, thanks." He replied ungratefully.

She turned around and started making another batch. "Two or three?" She asked.

I heard my stomach rumble. "Three." She answered for me.

I blushed a little. We had some light hearted conversation about Konoha until my food was done. She pushed the finished product over to me. "Syrup?"

"Course!" She pushed that over to me and I began the processes of drowning my French toast as Sarika giggled at my sound effects.

Breakfast is never complete without sound effects.

Deidara taught me that as every morning he would act out little skits or something with his food and then promptly eat it since 'art is a bang' and never lasts long. Breakfast just wouldn't be the same without it.

Sarika looked across the counter to see my reaction as I shoved the first bit into my mouth. "Holy shit Sarika. I was unaware at how goddamn well you could cook."

She smirked a little and sat beside me. "So…shopping?" she looked up at me with those eyes, begging me to say yes.

"Well, aren't you just impossible to resist." I decided to humour her.

"Yes!" She smiled. She ran up to her room to change and such things. I glanced down and looked at my soon to be old uniform. I'd miss if for sure, but change was good sometimes, no matter how much I loathed it.

I looked back up to see Sasuke walking out the door. He'd grown a lot. His chicken hairstyle would never change though, which amazed me. Sarika was the most fashion obsessed kunoichi I'd ever met. Why she would allow it was beyond me.

I stuff the rest of the amazing French toast down my throat and walked up stars into the bathroom a hot shower was calling my name.

I turned on the water to let it get hot as I undressed. It was a relief that the bathroom lacked windows. No need to worry about kicking some Deidara ass later if he was watching. I smiled to myself. I remembered the first time I'd caught him peeping at me in the lake. He was in dire need of my medical attention by the end of it but I decided to let him suffer a little like a real human. He eventually turned it into a game to get me to spar with him so he could blow something up.

I slipped off my shirt as I chuckled about out last encounter. I ended up messing with his vocal chords and he couldn't talk for a month. I shimmied down my skirt as I removed my gloves. I undid the medical wrap from old injuries and pulled off my undershirt and bra. I looked at myself in the mirror. I had awful tan lines that needed to be taken care of. I slid out of my shorts and untied my headband.

I stepped into the massive shower and soaked in the hot steam. I sighed in relief. This was amazing. This wasn't really a shower, more like a room that happened to soak you in water. I let the water run over my sore, aching body. My tight muscles were rejoicing and loosening after years of sleeping on the ground. I washed my hair and began thinking about the time Deidara had let me use his shampoo, which he carried with him everywhere. You'd be surprised how much that man cared about his hair. He didn't trust roach motels shampoo. He said it dried out his hair and gave him spilt ends.

I chuckled out loud. I hadn't realized how long I'd been soaking until Sarika banged on the door. "Hurry up! God! It's been like 45 minutes! Stop running up my water bill!"

"Whatever." I mumbled and turned off the water. I grabbed a towel and dried off. I walked into my room and reminded myself to close the curtains. I really didn't really like putting on my old, abused, sweaty, and gross clothes. I opened my door and yelled at Sarika. "Hey buddy! Wanna do me a favour?"

"…no." She said. "You're already living in my house. What more do you want from me?"

"Your clothes." I said blatantly.

"Only if you let me dress you up when you go see Deidara tonight!" She said.

"How do you-"

"I found the note on your bed. It was cute. By the way I would prefer if I knew when highly wanted criminals were in my home." She interrupted.

I thought about her proposition. She would make me look stunning and such but I didn't know if Deidara would want me to attract attention. But these clothes were so nasty…"Fine."

"One sec!" I could hear her mumbling and rummaging around in her dresser. She finally made a final "Ah ha!" and threw something at me. I caught it with ease and examined it.

It was her old uniform. "Sarika! I'm not wearing this!"

"Nothing else I have will fit you! You're too short!" she called back. It was true. This probably was the only thing that would fit me seeing as how I hadn't grown much.

I decided not to reply and slip it on. I closed the door and shook out my wet hair. I dropped the towel to my feet and began attempting to squeeze into her clothes. True I was short but I wasn't a stick! I have curves! The skirt was short, very short. The shirt was tight, very tight. And the shorts barely covered my ass. Awesome.

"Kakashi-sensei! You're late!" Naruto yelled. He was especially late that day. He was up late thinking about a certain young woman that was back into his life.

"I just got lost of the path of life my young friends." He replied. It wasn't that far from the truth actually.

He glanced over at Sakura. She seemed normal as ever, her long pink tresses blowing in the wind, sea foam eyes glowing, big smile on her face. He wondered if she had any inkling whatsoever that her sister was back in town. She met his gaze and sent a questioning look back. "Everything alright Kakashi-sensei?" she asked, genuinely concerned.

He smiled underneath his mask. "Of course, Sakura-chan." He figured she didn't know and left it at that.

The three genin looked eagerly at their sensei to find out what they were doing that morning. Naruto, ever impatient, pointed his finger angrily at his superior. "Why are you just standing there!"

Kakashi looked over at him, not really concentrating on his team. "You guys may train with each other. I'm just here to observe today."

Naruto jumped in the air and turned to face Sasuke, his accusing finger now pointing in the Uchiha's direction. "I'm gonna kick your ass, Sasuke-teme!"

The young Uchiha merely shrugged in response. Sakura felt small flutters in her stomach. She loved the way he didn't react to Naruto's stupidity. He made her feel sane in this oddly coupled team. Naruto was obnoxious, loud, annoying, oblivious, and had no common sense. Kakashi was always late, read porn constantly, but was one of the best and actually cared about them. Sasuke was a hurt, broken little Uchiha who only sought revenge and she was a love struck, brilliant kunoichi.

Sakura sat down next to her sensei and let the boys have their fun. "Hey Kakashi-sensei?"

He looked up from his Icha-Icha book he'd pulled at and over to her. "Hmm?"

She looked down nervously. "Did you find out anything about the kunoichi we found yesterday?"

Kakashi put his book away. He debated telling his pink haired student that the girl was her big sister. He skirted around the subject. "We already knew who she was, Sakura. Why do you ask?"

She never looked up from the ground. "I was just wondering. Is she dangerous?"

Kakashi smirked under his mask. "That depends on who you ask, Sakura-chan."

She bit her lip. "Did you know her, Kakashi-sensei? Is she dangerous to the village?"

"I did know her, Sakura-chan. She's a shinobi of this village. She doesn't mean us any harm." He ruffled her hair a little.

Sakura smiled and looked up at her sensei. "Can you tell me about her?"

Kakashi sent her a questioning look. "Why do you want to know, Sakura-chan?

"I don't know. She seemed like someone I want to be like some day. She is a medic-nin isn't she?" she looked up at the sky.

Kakashi wasn't surprised that Sakura'd felt a connection to Sakora. They were, after all, sisters. "She is. Well, she graduated early from the academy because of her unique abilities with water. She has perfect control over it, not like a jutsu. She can just manipulate it in whatever way she wants. They can't tell if it's a bloodline limit or not yet. She also has perfect chakra control. This is what lets her use medical jutsu. She learned this and other things from the legendary Sannin Tsunade. She is a force to be reckoned with. If you ever get a chance to spar with her, don't let her hit you. She'll break whatever she hits. She was a good friend of Sasuke's cousin. They were on the same team together. She was recruited for ANBU but declined." Kakashi was almost lost in his own memories of his old friend.

Sakura was deeply interested in this kunoichi. "Do you think I could meet her?" she asked; hope filling the tone of her voice.

Kakashi chuckled. "I suppose. You'll meet her soon, I promise." He ruffled her hair again.

"Dammit Sasuke, you bastard! Let me down!" Kakashi's mood was shattered as he looked up to see Naruto tied up in a tree with no way to escape. Sasuke triumphantly walked over to the duo and sat down.

"Sasuke, you're letting the blue haired girl stay with you. Do you think I could meet her?" Sakura asked, her voice traced with longing.

Sasuke looked over at his sensei. Sasuke remembered that Sakora was Sakura's sister even if she didn't. He also knew about Sakora's and Kakashi's relationship. Kakashi nodded as if to tell him that it was alright for him to take her. "I guess."

They all turned in time to see Naruto fall right on his ass after struggling out of the trap. Sulkily, he walked over to the trio sitting under the tree. "Kakashi-sensei, can we go get some lunch?" he asked innocently.

"You guys can certainly go to lunch. I hear the book store calling my name. Bye." And with a puff of smoke, Kakashi was gone.

Sarika had forced me into everything in the entire fucking store before deciding that deep blue was my colour. We'd shopped for hours until she found the perfect thing for me, and although I hated to admit it, it was spot on. It was a not quite knee length rich deep indigo skirt with slits up to the hip. Underneath were smoky shorts that reached my mid-thigh. My top was a matching indigo and showed a fair amount of my midsection. It hugged my curves and hung on one of my arms, falling just below the shoulder. She picked out mesh gloves and new boots for me.

After that adventure, she dragged me into a more formal clothing store. She was searching for something in particular in there. She dragged me into the dressing room and made me promise not to look at she slipped 'the perfect dress on earth that was made just for Haruno Sakora' on me. When I opened my eyes I found she was right. It was light lavender, the colour my eyes became when I was fighting with water. It tied behind my neck and went into a deep 'v,' showing of my cleavage. It had an open back to it. It was knee length and high slits. The slits and bottom where trimmed in silver. The silky fabric clung to me. She bought me some small black heels and we made our way back home.

On the walk back I saw some people I recognized and waved at them, but they didn't seem to notice. I was almost disappointed but it was for the better really. They didn't need to know I was here. However, soon enough someone recognized me.

"Sakora-chan! What are you doing here!" Kotesu yelled from his seat. He and Izumo were sitting in their little stand as always, talking and laughing about old times.

I walked over to them and sat on the counter. "Just passing through." I smiled and sat on the counter.

"We all thought you were dead, or worse. Kakashi took it especially hard, you know? You guys still together?" Izumo asked me.

I sighed and looked away at the sun. "Honestly? I don't know. Five years is a long time, my friend." I turned back around and changed the subject. "How have you guys been? You haven't changed a bit!"

"The chuunin exams are coming up again so we're getting busy for that. Sarika-chan, aren't you a judge this year?" Kotesu asked.

"God I hope not. Watching amateurs fight is boring. Especially when my Sharingan shows me everything they're doing wrong. I'd fail them all."

"Glad we made chuunin and jounin at the same time as her." Kotesu said aside to Izumo.

"I heard that." She interjected blandly.

"We better get going. I think I want some lunch before I die." I offered and Sarika accepted. We said our goodbyes to our old friends and set off for home.

Sakura and Naruto had been the only ones to go to Ichiraku for lunch. Sasuke said stop by whenever to meet the girl and headed home for lunch. Sakura had obliged Naruto on a 'date' of sorts and ate happily. Her meal was going excellent until a certain blonde rival appeared.

"Hey, forehead!" Ino called.

"Yes, Pig?" Sakura answer, annoyed and flustered.

"You'll never guess who I just saw talking to Kotesu and Izumo! YOUR SISTER! Little Miss Sakora the bad ass is back in town to cast a massive shadow over you forehead!" Ino laughed and walked away.

Sakura was frozen. What? It can't be. She's dead. They found her blood everywhere… that genin… she barely made it out alive…the poison. It's not possible. Just not possible.

Naruto paused stuffing his face and looked at his pink clad companion. "Sakura-chan? Are you okay?"

Sakura was still frozen. She couldn't even blink.

Then the tears came.

At first, they were slow and silent. Naruto put his hand on her shoulder and continued to inquire as to her state of well being.

Then, at that very moment, the flood gates opened and she gave into Naruto's embrace. Sakura felt betrayed and robbed. She hadn't got to grow up with her sister's help while she was in the academy. And her sister had said nothing to her when she arrived. How many people could she know with pink hair!

It was all so unfair. Everyone knew but her. Kakashi-sensei, Sasuke-kun, Sarika-senpai, even Ino-pig knew before her!

"Just take me home, Naruto. Please." Sakura said as he picked her up and carried her to her parent's house.

Sometime later, Sasuke arrived home from training.

"Sakura wants to meet you, Sakora." He said and walked away.

I looked over at Sarika in surprise. How did Sakura even know I was here? I hadn't made contact with my family yet, nor had I seen them in town.

Sarika motioned for me to follow him and question him.

I soon found him outside in the backyard. Before I could speak, he answered all my questions.

"Sakura became a kunoichi like you. She's on my team. Kakashi is our sensei. She didn't recognize you when she saw you yesterday and you obviously didn't recognize her. She wanted to meet you because you're a medical ninja and she felt some sort of connection with you." He continued what he was doing and ignored my presence.

"Nice chat, Sasuke-kun." I mumbled and returned inside. When I did, I found a twelve-year-old version of my little sister standing in the living room with Sarika, tear streaks running down her cheeks.

A pang of guilt struck my heart as she glared at me. Her seafoam eyes filled with anger and hurt stared into my own. I took a step towards her, but she just glared deeper. I took a deep breath and walked over to my little sister. We sat down on the couch and she started crying again. I took her in my arms and held her like a good sister should. I could hear her mumble words but couldn't make them out because of the crying.

"I...hate...you..." She finally gasped out.

I stroked her hair and tried to sooth her. "I know, sister. I know."

Her sobs started to weaken and fade away. She started to gain control of herself when I noticed the blonde boy that was sitting accross from us. He stood up and walked over to us. He sat on the other side of my baby sister and started rubbing her back. He cared for her a lot, that much was certain. Sakura rejected my embrace and stood up. She glanced over to Naruto before running out of the house.

A/N:i decided i was gonna add in some NaruSaku stuff in this chapter. :) well, until next time.

And i'd just like to thank Sierra and the other dude whom i'm not speaking with(BTW, yes. there was a shock treatment reference in there. go find it.;) ) for actually reading this. your support is much appriciated. :)