Chapter 12: Truths

Kiba's PoV

After the team finished training, Saya disappeared somewhere. I told Akamaru to go home while I followed Saya's scent.

I found her in a different training ground, with kunai and shuriken embedded in all of the targets. She was running her hand through her short spiky hair and frowning.

"Weak." Saya muttered. She threw her sword straight in front of her, it sinking in deep and coming out the other side.

"Useless." She said again. Growling, she made Chidori. Saya slammed her lightning covered hand into a boulder and watched disapprovingly as it broke into tiny pieces.

"Your own mother didn't even want you." At this sentence, she threw her head back and sighed.

I felt as if I were seeing a side of her I shouldn't ever see.

Tears slowly made their way down her face.

"Weak, weak, weak, weak, weak..." She continuously muttered to herself as she quickly collected the weapons strewn across the training ground.

"See, I must be falling to insanity, talking to myself like this." Saya bitterly chuckled. "I'm not wanted anywhere, so I resort to myself. What a sad, sad way to think, eh Saya?" She directed to herself. Signing again, she made hand signs.

That was when I noticed a few cuts along her palms.

She bit her thumb and summoned a dog.

"Pakkun." She greeted unenthusiastically. The dog looked at her.

"You better have a treat for me, Saya. You don't have a contract with us." She smiled.

"I was hoping we could write-"

"Nope, not interested ." The dog interrupted her. I saw a vein pop on her forehead.

"Why do you dogs infuriate me so much?" She muttered angrily. The small pug gave what looked like a shrug before poofing back to wherever he came from.

Saya looked at the sky.

"Tomorrow, is it? Mom's birthday? I wonder what kind of sad look Dad will give this time. I mean, where is she? It's my fault. It always is." Her voice started out sad, but by the last sentence she was growling angrily. She made hand signs for another Chidori, but she stumbled and the lightning died out. It seemed like slow motion as her eyes slowly closed and she passed out from exhaustion.

I suppose she could only do so many a day. Hopping off the tree, I decided to carry her back to her house. It's the least I could do, after she saved my life.

How does someone repay a debt like that?

Carefully, I picked her up bridal style, ensuring her comfort.

You know, this seems to be happening a lot. Her passing out and me carrying her for whatever reason. Grinning, I slowly walked the distance from the training area to her house.

It was a long and awkward walk. I kept glancing down at her sleeping face and making sure she still wasn't conscious. Funny, really. I wanted to hold her as long as I could.

Maybe she does hate all of us.

I bet she does hate me.

There's nothing that I can do that I can guarantee I can do better than Saya.

Except get along with dogs.

That might be the first flaw I have ever seen in her.

I remember I used to hate her so much since she was so cocky. Saya did have a good reason - she really was better than all of us.

When did that hate turn into admiration?

And when did that admiration turn into this current feeling?

Is it like or love at this point?

These thoughts were making no sense to me as I grimaced and slowed my walking, effectively slowing down and ensuring to take longer for her to get back to her house.

I froze when she stirred in her sleep, muttering something.

"I'm sorry, mom.. I never meant to be such a burden... Come back... Please..." A tear streaked down her face in her sleep. I wiped away the tear and she unconsciously leaned into my hand.

Well this was a really awkward position I'm in. Saya looks awfully comfortable like this, but I can't walk while only holding her up with one hand.

'Holy shit how much does she eat? So heavy..' I inwardly ranted.

Aren't girls supposed to be light as a feather?

She smiled in her sleep after ten minutes of me standing there like an idiot. I'd never leave this down if mom or Hana walks by.

Maybe I'd finally get out of being called gay... I sighed and readjusted my hold on her so I could walk again.

Saya began muttering again while smiling. "Welcome home, mom... I missed you..."

AN: another semi-filler? I guess? But you get a peek into Kiba's mind and a mystery arises. What's up with Saya's mom? Only I know muahah! But damn I hate writing Kiba's PoV I think I'm doing it wrong. I also think I'm making Saya a tad bit bipolar.

Oh and everyone who thought about what Saya looks like and what she wears! I really couldn't care less about describing what people wear and I'd only describe the scene if it was important.

Yeah lazy me.

But I have been drawing on the back of my tests in school and have planned out what Saya looks like. I even drew a scene in a future chapter that I've only planned out and not written. Maybe if my iPad can post things on Deviantart I'll tell you all my username so you can look at how much my drawing fails, too! Lmfao.

Review me! I've been lacking motivation cuz I like reading!