She was the scourge of nations, the shadow in the darkest hour of the night, the threat of her poisons bringing terror to all evildoers-

"Janine-nee, wake up."

Janine groaned into her pillow as the dream evaporated like Gastly fumes. She had come wide awake, of course- her training as a kunoichi demanded no less. A ninja must be ever vigilant, ever ready to spring into action.

But her bed was so soft…

"Come onnn, Janine-nee".

In the nine years that Janine had heard her speak, she still couldn't figure out how her little sister could sound like a typical whiny child and a fondly exasperated parent at the same time. It was like she was the reincarnation of a mother who'd raised her own child already.

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"Hmm, maybe you should sing to wake her up, Crobat," her sister said faux-thoughtfully.

"Cro-cro!"

Janine went from a blanket burrito into a crouched ninja pose on the floor in 2 seconds. She adored her partner Pokemon dearly, and she had many talents…but singing was not one of them.

Damn Sakura for getting her hooked on that Jigglypuff music show.

"You have won the battle, apprentice. But don't let victory dull your edge," Janine pronounced, straightening up into a series of stretches before making her way to the bathroom.

Sakura, daughter of the Sekichiku ninja clan and the Joy family, once-shinobi of a Village from another world, smiled at her departing half-sister.

"I know," she said, the will of fire burning in her eyes.