"G-G-Gaara! W-w-what are you doing here? Oh I'm sorry, please come in." In her clumsiness resulting from shock and fear, Matsuri opened the door to welcome her surprising guest.

"No need. I am about to leave and I wanted to inform you of something you may or may have not known." He was very monotone as usual, or so she had only seen, but she had learned of his true identity and feared him as if he were the devil, yet she tried to remain calm, especially at something he wanted to tell her.

"Um... what is it?"
"You have no sister."
"I know that."
"Let me specify more so: you have no related sister. You are the only one who rightfully owns this house and all the things in it."

She had never thought about the rights of who actually inherited her mother and father's property, she had just kind of... claimed it. No, it was too good to possibly be true, yet she still had another thought now bugging her. "But what about Hina-"

"Is not your sister," Gaara said calmly, finishing her sentence with a different intention.

"B-but she's always lived here!"
"As have you. You've seen she has different skin than you and her natural habits are slightly different as well. You desire to know how to be a shinobi while Hinata only studies to gain knowledge. She doesn't care about being a shinobi, or at least didn't, but you two are not related. Well now, good day to you." As he started to leave, it turns out he had not phased her enough with the newly attained knowledge.

"Then where did she come from? Where is her family? Her real home? If she is not from here..."
"Her genealogy and where it dwells are evil. It is about to be destroyed and that is why she would be safer here. And she cannot know this."
"B-b-but!" Matsuri wanted more answers. Why had not she nor Hinata known about this? Their parents must have known...

"Good day to you," and he summoned his sand to carry him away and out of sight.

'What just happened? I first find I'm the owner if all this, but then I have no...'

"Hello sister!" Matsuri looked up to see Hinata slowly walking in her direction. 'No, it's too soon, I can't confront her just yet... I can't just tell her… no, he said not to… yet...'

"Matsuri, I need to talk to you," Hinata called out again, attempting to get her full attention, still partially failing.

She still hesitated, she didn't know what to do. 'Do I... Do I not…'

"Matsuri! Please! Just give me a chance!" She sounded desperate. 'It'd at least be courteous to talk to her. I guess she's had a hard enough life. I mean, if she didn't know who they really were, then I guess she could've, but I guess... she doesn't know. She doesn't even know who she is. But yet again... could she be hiding something...' Matsuri could not remember the last time she had been so skeptical of so many things, especially her sister, but she had to make sure.

"Who are you. Tell me who you really are."
"Matsuri, you know I..."
"Just tell me!" She spun around and glared down at Hinata from the doorway she was in from her previous conversation. She tried to look intimidating to get an actual answer out of her, and it seemed to have worked.

"Matsuri..." she was in tears, she didn't understand why all of a sudden she was being rejected by her own family, her only blood relative. "Why do you ask me such a thing? I'm here to explain what actually happened..."

"And I want to know if you know who you really are! A murderer?" A small puff of dust rose as Matsuri once again tried to show her forcefulness in stomping her foot.

More tears. 'Is she ever going to answer?'
"Matsuri... I'm you're sister! I'm your only relative left in this cruel world! I only tried to save them because there would have been no chance if we had tried carrying them back here. They were bleeding too much and I tried to take action and save them! But... but I failed. I'm sorry Matsuri. I really am. I tried to save them, not kill them. They raised me as they raised you. I loved... no, I still do love them. Please understand me."

"Yet you learned right afterward the truth, didn't you."

Hinata's mouth slightly dropped, her head also tilted downward. She thought back to that day and the last words that her father said to her. Your birth... "I still don't understand what it means. I think it's only the story of what town I was really born in or something but..."

"No. You're wrong." Hinata's head jolted up to see her sister, now looking to her own left. "Father and Mother offered to raise you. You were never truly theirs. I understand that now, and I understand you now."

"Matsuri..."

"This is not your country. This is not your home. You are not my sister!"
"Matsuri! Then where do I go? Please! You can't banish me!" She fell to the ground to bow at the owner of the house's feet, weeping as much as Gaara learning of the love he never had.

"I can. I won't though." She held her breath in for a little, then sighed, a tear dropping as she slowly opened her eyes. "I still consider you my sister though. I never should've stopped believing you. I'm sorry I treated you so badly. I can't repay you for it but please, stay here with me as if we really are sisters.

Hinata's eyes lit up as she looked up at her younger sibling, then saying her true thought: "You will always be my sister." Matsuri could do nothing but join her sister on the porch and embrace each other in the sisterly fashion they used to in their younger years. It was a sight that both were glad to know was true. 'Unrelated sisters.'