The third and final (I think) bit of the story. Ahh, now it all makes sense, right?

She wasn't thinking.

Normally she would simply fall forward with him, pretend she hadn't heard him coming. Let him have his fun because it did herno harm.

But she wasn't thinking.

She rolled with him, and ended up on top, with a knife to his throat. She could have killed him then, maybe. She was ready to, if it had come to that. But why would it? That was her instincts telling her that, it was her instincts that made her pull her knife out.

He licked his lips, smiled a little. She though, for a split second, that it had better be out of nervousness. Then she realized who she was, and who she had pinned to the ground.

She blinked, startled for a second. Akamaru was sitting on Kiba's shoulder, growling a little, but he was so used to her he wasn't worried. Kiba looked much more startled than his dog, and he was growling more audibly.

"Ah, K-Kiba! I'm sorry. I-I didn't know…" She got to her feet and put her kunai away. "I thought you were, um… I'm sorry."

He got to his feet with more energy, but less grace. "Hey, no problem. Maybe you're not so useless after all!" He slapped her shoulder and ran off, yelling over his shoulder, "Later!"

She stood in the street, watching his retreating back. Her cheeks were bright red she knew, and people walking past were looking at her. But she felt something inside. It felt almost like happiness, some sort of warmth. Pride maybe? She felt as though she had wona battle.

She turned and walked back home slowly. That was… It was. The more she thought about it, the more she felt, and it wasn't all nice feelings like that glow that refused to go away.

When she reached her house she went to her room and sat on her bed, stared at the wall. She felt strange.

There, on her desk, there was a scrap of paper. She sat at her desk and started writing.