"Mizuki, you have a visitor."
Mizuki looked up from the corner he'd been leaning against in the small, six by four prison cell that he had been confined to for a little over six months. He had not so much as seen sunlight since his incarceration, much less had a visitor.
"Who?" He asked the guard, who looked at him through the metal slot in the door through narrowed eyes, obviously annoyed with the question.
"Kiya." He said simply before shutting the slot and opening the door, standing aside. "The only reason she's being permitted to visit you is because of Lord Hokage. Bear that in mind."
Mizuki's eyes widened when the guard said Kiya's name. She was his younger sister, and hadn't seen him for several years. The last time he'd heard from her, she was living in Suna. He had no idea how she would have gotten news that he was in prison, or why she'd care enough to visit him. Though she'd looked up to him as a young girl, that adoration had waned as she'd grown up, seeing him for what everyone else saw him as: a selfish, egotistical person who only looked out for himself.
He followed the guard through the hallway until he was led to a small room that he recognized as the interrogation room; the very room Ibiki Morino had interrogated him after he'd attempted to steal the scroll. Sitting on the furthest side of the table was his younger sister.
"Long time no see, Mizuki." Kiya's voice said, steadily calm as she met his gaze, her emotions masked and undecipherable. He noticed the Sand forehead protector tied boldly around her neck. She'd cut her long, green-tinted silver hair since the last time he'd seen her; it was now shoulder length and choppy, with her bangs pushed to the left side of her face, covering her eye.
"It has indeed," He replied, sitting down across the table from her. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Stop with the semantics, Mizuki." She told him, her voice just shy of being harsh. Again, Mizuki was surprised by this change in his younger sister. He'd never thought she'd be anything more than a weak reflection of himself; he'd never envisioned her growing up to become a ninja, much less to stop being the girl who wore her heart on her sleeve. When had she grown up? When had she become so strong? "I'm not here for a family reunion."
"What did you come for, then?" He asked her, his curiosity spiked.
"I came to tell you that I've surpassed you at last, brother." She told him, her facial expressions softening just a bit. "In the five years it's been since I've seen you last, I've become an ANBU for Suna."
"Hmph," Mizuki smirked at his younger sister. "Not bad for a half-pint version of me."
"I also came to tell you that after today, I'm not going to come see you again." Kiya told her older brother. "I came so that you'd know who I am and that I may know who you have become."
"Thank you for the enlightenment," He told his sister. "I never thought you'd grow up, Kiya."
The woman rewarded her brother with a ghost of a smile, and nodded as she stood up. "Neither did I, onii-san."
With that, Kiya walked out of the small interrogation cell, leaving all traces of her history with her older brother behind her.