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Thank you all for waiting for ever for this chapter(if you guys are still here…) even the ones who haven't made this one of your Favorite Stories and just like reading it :) I've been on vacation for the last five weeks so I couldn't update but the chapie is here and ready for business. Also, this is the last chapter of Kiba as a nine year old, the next chapter he will be in his teens.

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Italics: Kiba narrating/thoughts/flashbacks

5:47 pm, Tuesday, July second, 1957

I ran across the street, not giving a glance to either side of the road to see if there was a car coming. As I approached my apartment complex I saw that my friends were still out. I sighed when I noticed Kin and Zaku were fighting with sticks again. They swiped, they jabbed, they swung, they pretended they were on the Jolly Roger, fighting to the death as Peter Pan and Captain Hook. Their blows were precise, neither one of them wanting to have to stop because of injury, as they blocked and countered with almost unheard grunts of victory and frustration.

"A vast thee, scandal! I shall send you to your death for killing Nibs!" Kin shouted precariously, giving her opponent a good kick in the leg. Zaku cringed but as Kin let a smirk fill her face, dropping her guard, swiped his leg under her causing her to fall. I had no idea who Nibs was nor did I really care. It was probably one of those Lost Boys any way.

I rolled my eyes when I saw Sai. Such a curious creature he was, sitting on a carton, briefly watching Kin and Zaku before scribbling something down on his notepad then gazing up at his friends and repeating the process.

Dosu heard my footsteps and looked up at me with a grin. "Yo, Kombuwad!" he greeted with a wave his hand. I growled and smacked him upside the head. "You know I don't like that name, pinhead!" Dosu held on to his head with a glare. "You didn't have to hit me, you pee-sized hobbit!"

I crossed my arms, clearly offended. Yes, I was several inches shorter than him but I was still taller than Kin. I opened my mouth, secretly grinning at the wonderful insult that came to my mind. "Yo-" Dosu cut me off with a casual, "where have you been?"

I huffed. The wonderful insult will be saved and will be used at a later time. Dosu's copper eyes looked at me expectantly. I raised my eyebrow. "What?" I asked rather heatedly. With an annoyed roll of his eyes, Dosu plumped his head into the chubby side of his hand. "I don't have time to wait for you to muse in that little head of yours. I want answers!" The Kinuta prodded his index finger into my chest.

I glared at the intruding finger. I swatted it away like it was a fly. "If you must know, I was with Killer Bee, playing poker." I was almost smug when the expression on Dosu's face turned into that of shock until he abruptly flung himself on me. I fell to the ground with a loud groan.

Dosu straddled me whilst shaking my shoulders. "What do you mean you were with Killer Bee? The guy's a madman! He'll string you by your toes until you give him every last piece of your secret stash of Halloween candy!" he bellowed. The craziness in his eyes made me give him a you're-an-idiot look.

Dosu grumbled, crossing his arms. "You know it's true, I heard from Shikamaru who heard from Shino who heard from Lee who heard from the ice cream man that if you even look at Killer Bee he will come to your home and torture you into giving him your candy!"

I rolled my eyes. "The ice cream man only says that so we'll eat all our stash and have to buy stuff from him," I told him in a superior voice. Even though I was stuck under him, I still felt pride in knowing that I knew more than he did. It also made it more fun when he was several months older than me.

Dosu got off of me and sat on the ground with a thud. His finger was gently scratching his head like those monkeys at the zoo when they would try to figure something out. The nine-year-old opened his mouth before closing it again. His eyes were laced with confusion and the crease on his forehead elongated. Finally, Dosu's mouth opened up again. "So the ice cream man is a scumbag…" Suddenly he turned to me. "But that's no excuse as to why you are hanging out with Killer Bee!"

Kin, Zaku and Sai stopped what they were doing and stared at us. Quickly, I pulled Dosu into a headlock but the damage was already done, my friends ran towards us and started bombarding me with questions.

"Is that where you went off to?" Kin banged her fist on my head. I had to squint my eyes for the force of the blow was unbearably painful. Kin pulled her fist back, ready for a second attack. "You idiot, Killer Bee could have killed you!" Her hand made its way to my face at such an alarming rate that I did not have time to duck. Skin smacked against skin but I, however, was uninjured.

"Saber tooth, why must you always retort to violence?" My eyes snapped to the reddening spot on Sai's cheek. He took the blow for me. It confused me. We have not known each other very long and yet he decided to let Kin (with her monstrous strength) smack him…. I have come to the conclusion that Sai was, in fact, a moron.

Kin stared at her hand in shock before stumbling back and sitting down on the steps. She continued to shake her head at the bizarre incident with great puzzlement. I could not blame her; in Oto it is rare to find a person that would do that for a friend even if it was just a little thing.

I nodded my head to Sai. "Thanks." Sai shrugged his shoulders, easing his hand against his cheek. "Forget about it," he told with a slight smile. Something about this one was different. There was not any falseness in this smile.

There was slight pregnant silence before Zaku slung his arm around my shoulders. "So…" the Abumi started with a very sly expression on his face, "what did good old Killer Bee want with a kid like you?"

I smirked, casually shrugging Zaku's arms off my shoulders. "He wants me to be his son," I proudly declared. Even though Killer Bee did not actually say that he wanted me to be his son, he did say that I was his son and even gave me my new name Kiba. So that meant that he wanted me to be his son, right?

My friends froze. Dosu, the first to recover, gulped. "What did you say, Kombuwad?" I frowned a bit at the nickname but I did not let it bother me. With a straightening of my back, I superciliously repeated myself, "I said, he wants me to be his son and don't call me Kombuwad anymore, Killer Bee gave me a new name."

Dosu, Zaku, Kin and Sai all looked at each other and in unison asked, "What is it?"

I grinned. "Kiba, the right fang of Killer Bee himself."

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6:25 pm, Tuesday, July second, 1957

"Heads!"

"Tails!"

The quarter twirled in the air for several seconds before being caught and slapped onto Kin's outer hand. Kin glanced at the quarter and smirked, slowly removing her hand off of the quarter. "The winner is Goosebe- I mean Kiba for a record streak of thirteen wins in a row!"

Zaku grumbled with a sag of his shoulders. "I think he's cheating." I looked at him pointedly. "How could I be cheating? I'm not the one who's tossing the thing." The dark-haired boy waved me off. "Whatever. I still say you're cheating."

I was about to resort when from behind Zaku, I saw ma walking up the street and heading towards us. I sighed. My friends gazed at me. "It looks like we're gonna have to end this, my ma is almost here."

Dosu patted my back sorrowfully. "All great streaks gotta end sometime. Same time tomorrow?"

Kin shook her head. "Can't, after school I have to go to my grandma's, it's her birthday." Sai nodded. "Me too, I'm going to go to the West Side." Dosu turned to Zaku which the Abumi hastily down casted his eyes. "Sorry, man, I'm going on a tour to the Dame Bunyan College, my brother's thinking 'bout enrolling there."

Dosu let out a long depressing sigh whilst gazing at me. "What about it, Kiba?"

I shrugged. I glanced at ma's enlarging form. "Sure, why not…. Oh and guys, please don't tell my ma 'bout what happened with Killer Bee today, I'm grounded, remember."

Kin smiled. "That's what friends are for." The rest made noises of agreement. Suddenly, she leaned closer to me. "Just make sure you don't kill anybody, O' great one, son of Killer Bee." In a moment of maturity, I snuck my tongue out at her to which she returned with one of her own.

"Kazuhiko."

I spun around quickly, finding ma leaning against the railing on the stairs. An amused look danced in her dark eyes. Her normally smooth button-down shirt and pants were wrinkled from driving the bus all day but still she had that look about her that made you respect her.

"Yes?" I asked rather embarrassedly. I always tried to act more mature around ma so it was kind of a setback for her finding me doing something childish. Ma did not seem to be angry at me. In fact, she seemed more entertained than thinking I was immature.

Ma jerked her head towards the door to the apartment. "It's time to come inside." With that, she went on inside. I nodded, going up the steps as well. Before I shut the door, I turned to my friends whilst gave them a pointed look. "Not a word."

To which, they replied with a mixture of curses and gestures.

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10:36 pm, Tuesday, July second, 1957

I breathed in the freshly washed smell of my pillow, having my thoughts that were jumbled up throughout the day finally and in an orderly fashion play in my head. I sighed in relief, the comfort of my bed easing the stress.

It was such a curious thing though. That out of all the weird stuff that has happened to me today, I keep coming back to this one thing. This one person. This one girl. This one girl with pink hair. My eyes snapped opened. A Northerner.