Just as Kiba had promised, he and Motoko began training the very next day. For the next six months, they both trained side by side. Over time, the two had begun somewhat of a

friendship between them. The two had a tendency to stick to each others side and talk about fighting styles, school, or whatever had come up at the time. Of course, the other girls

in the Hinata house took notice of this and would often tease Motoko about it. This always made Motoko blush, but she was always quick to deny anything was going on between

them. One day, the two were sparring outside in the backyard. Motoko had finally gotten to a point to where she could keep up with Kiba, but she was still far from beating him

when he got serious. The sound of steel hitting steel could be heard from the street as Kiba parried each of Motoko's blows.

"Alright, I think that's enough for today," he called out.

The two set aside their weapons and grabbed their premade lunches. Kiba sat down in his usual spot on the ground and began to chow down. Motoko walked over, sat down

behind him, and leaned her back against his. This had become their usual seating method since most of the time Motoko would be too exhausted to sit up. They sat there enjoying

their lunch and soon started talking about their own fighting styles.

"Hey Kiba, you know you still haven't told me what style you were taught by your old master," Motoko stated inquisitively.

"Well….." started Kiba, "it was really just a form of kung fu you know. Nothing too fancy like your family's God's Cry style."

"You can't be serious. Your style is awesome. There's just no way it can just be some form of kung fu."

Kiba finished his lunch and replied, "Well it is. You can think whatever you want to but that's the truth."

He sat down his dish and was bringing his hands down to his sides to support him as he leaned back. As he did, one of his hands landed on one of Motoko's. The two quickly

pulled away and tried to apologize to the other. Both of them were blood shot red, but they were turned away from each other so neither could see it in the other. A short silence

fell between them.

"Hey," Motoko finally said, "Will we be able to do some more training this Saturday? I haven't got much planned and was wondering if you didn't mind."

"Hmm…" Kiba replied, "Let me check my calendar."

He pulled out a rickety looking cell phone and pushed a button that brought up his calendar. Suddenly, his eyes became huge with surprise.

"Damnit! Is it that time already?" he cursed under his breath.

"Whadja say, Kiba?" Motoko said.

"Oh nothing," he replied, "I was just saying I think it'll be fine for us to do that."

"Good," Motoko sighed and layed back on Kiba's back.

Kiba looked up into the sky with a distressed look upon his face. Something was clearly on his mind.

To be continued…………….in pt.6