Hey guys welcome to another story of mine. Got struck with an idea for a new story, and this is the result, I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't Love Hina, just this story, but I wish I did.

Inside a Dojo, someone was practicing.

*Clank!* *Clank* *Clank!*

It was the sound of bokken hitting a wooded practice dummy. The sound reverberated around the room.

The one who was practicing was a woman, dressed in her Kendogi. A traditional outfit for people who practice Kendo. She had long raven black silky hair that extended to her lower back. She was a bit tall for a girl her age. She also had pearly white smooth skin. It was a bit hard to see her figure, with her wearing a Kendogi, but even with that you can guess that she had a perfect hour-glass figure. Based on her appearance, you will instantly think of a traditional Japanese woman.

But her appearance wasn't the only thing beautiful about her. Her way of the sword was also beautiful. Her strokes were swift, elegant and graceful. But that doesn't mean her strokes were weak, in the contrary, it was quite powerful. A swift blow from her and you could be thrown across the room.

But she wasn't alone in the Dojo. There was a guy who was constantly looking at her and the sketch pad in his hand. He was drawing her. Even though she was moving constantly, that didn't stop him from sketching her. In fact, he was so talented at it that in mere five minutes of sketching, he was almost done. Catching the essence of her training.

His appearance was what you can call average. He had short brown hair. His figure wasn't masculine, but he also wasn't thin. He also wore a pair of thin rimmed glasses, like those of a doctor. When comparing with the girl, he was shorter than her.

After five more minutes, he was done with his sketch. Looking at it, it was exceptionally made well done. The lighting effect he made in his sketch made it look that it was took from a camera.

"Ahh, at last, I'm done." He said, smiling at his work. "Are you almost done, Mo-chan?"

"Almost, Kei-kun." She replied, still swinging at the practice dummy.

"Well, we need to hurry. We wouldn't want you being late again." He said, teasing her a bit.

"Oh, shush. I'm almost done." She said.

"Motoko Aoyama, the Kendo princess. She wouldn't want her Kendo skills slipping." He teased her.

"Keitaro Urashima, the Sketch geek." Motoko said, stopping her training and turning around to face him. "Always bringing his sketch pad with him, not wanting to miss something he can sketch."

"We'll at least I don't bring a deadly weapon everywhere." He countered teasingly.

"Are you calling Shisui a deadly weapon?" Motoko asked sternly, you can see a vein popping out of her forehead.

Seconds later, Keitaro was running away from Motoko who was trying to swing at him with her bokken.

"COME BACK HERE, MALE! AND FACE YOUR PUNISHMENT!" Motoko screamed, still trying to catch him.

"No way!" Keitaro said, then tripping on something a falling face first. Turning around he faced Motoko, who was looming above him like some menacing executioner.

"Any last words?" Motoko said, menacingly.

"Just one, TICKLE!" He said, lunging his finger at Motoko's ankle. She couldn't react fast enough, and when it made contact she instantly lost her strength and fell on the floor giggling. Keitaro didn't stop tickling her ankle, Motoko trashed around the floor, trying to escape Keitaro.

"Do you give?" Keitaro asked.

"N-Never! Hehehe!" Motoko said, still in a giggling fit.

"Suit yourself." Keitaro continued.

Seconds later, Motoko gave in. "O.K., O.K.! I hahaha… GIVE!"

And instantly Keitaro stopped. Motoko was breathing erratically after that, trying to catch her breath. Her also cheeks were also flushed, pure red. Keitaro just looked at her amused, happy to see this side of her from time to time.

After a minute she finally recomposed herself. She swiftly took her bokken again, and bonked Keitaro with it.

"Don't you ever do that again." Motoko said, sternly but wasn't mad.

"Can't promise you that, Mo-chan." Keitaro said, smiling at her and rubbing his head.

"Oh, spirits. Why did I ever have a friend like him? A male." Motoko sighed.

"Hey!" Keitaro said, a bit annoyed. "I'll have you know that you were the one that wanted to befriend me."

Ten years earlier, Keitaro was with her grandma Hina. They were in Kyoto, visiting one of her associates. She took Keitaro with her, because his parents were away. The location they were at was a large complex Dojo, the Shinmei-ryu school of arts. The structure itself was like it was made from the feudal era, actually it was. The Aoyama family, residing inside the Dojo, took exceptional care to it, making sure that it was still structurally sound but still have that traditional look in it.

Granny Hina stopped walking, so did Keitaro, and looked at him. They were currently at a practice area.

"Keitaro, I want you to stay here while I talk with the Aoyama head." Granny Hina said, softly.

"Can't I come with you?" Keitaro pleaded.

"I'm sorry, Keitaro. But this is Adult talk were going to have, I don't want to bore you." Granny Hina said, trying to persuade his grandchild.

"O.K.," Keitaro said, conceding defeat.

"That's a good boy, after this I'll treat you to some ice cream, O.K.?" Granny Hina promised him, smiling at him sweetly.

Granny Hina left Keitaro alone inside the practice area. He walked around the practice area, looking at all the equipment used in training. He saw the different swords, spears and even a cool looking armor. It piqued his interest and went to retrieve his sketch pad from his bag.

'Good thing I brought this thing, or else I'll be bored in here." He thought.

Sitting down on the floor, he started drawing the armor. He was always praised for drawing skills, by his teachers and parents. He didn't have any friends, because he was always perceived as the geek in school. No one didn't want to befriend him, but it wasn't to the point of him being bullied. His only friends were his trusty sketch pad and his pencil. When he's depressed or when he feels alone, he draws his problems away.

Ten minutes into his drawing, it was looking good. It wasn't what you can call a masterpiece, but for a kid his age, it was better than most artists.

"Wow, you actually draw pretty well." Someone said behind him.

"AHH!" He screamed.

This took him by surprise, he jumped out of his sitting position and almost threw his sketch pad and pencil at the person behind him.

It was a girl with long black hair, wearing a Kendogi. Basing from her height, it looked like she was also the same age as him.

"W-Who are you?!" Keitaro asked, quite a bit louder than he intended.

"Who? Me?" The girl asked back, pointing at herself. "My name is Motoko Aoyama, student and part of the Aoyama family that teaches the art of the Shinmei-ryu style. Why are you here? You're not trespassing are you? Because trespassers will feel the wrath of our school." Taking her bokken from her waist, and holding up in an aggressive stance.

"W-Wait! I'm no trespasser!" Keitaro pleaded. "I-I'm here with my granny Hina!"

Hearing the name of Granny Hina, she placed her bokken back to its sheath. "Oh, I see. So you're granny Hina's grandchild, Keitaro."

"Yes, I am." Keitaro repeated, then asked. "Why are you also here? I mean, it looks like there isn't any training today."

"Yes, well. I wasn't allowed to be inside the council meeting, they said I'm too young for that." Motoko replied, her head falling a bit.

"I too wasn't allowed there. Granny Hina said I should just stay here."

Motoko glanced at Keitaro, he saw that he was wearing glasses. Someone so young like him was already wearing glasses. She guessed that maybe he had bad eye sight. Then her eyes strayed to his sketch pad.

"Can I see your drawing?" Motoko asked in low voice.

"Oh, Ah, O.K." Keitaro said, giving Motoko his sketch pad.

"You really draw well." Motoko said, praising Keitaro.

"Yeah, it's kinda my hobby." Keitaro said, rubbing his head in embarrassment. This was the first time a girl praised him on his drawing.

"My hobby or you could say way of life is Kendo." Motoko said, giving Keitaro back his sketch pad then taking her sword back out again.

She did some swings and slashes in the air. Just like Keitaro, she was very good for her age. Her swings weren't like a kid swinging a sword, but it had grace and was also swift. It intrigued Keitaro, it was like she was like him.

"Hey, I know." Motoko said, after a thought passed through her mind. "Can you draw me while I practice?"

"Huh?" Keitaro was surprised to hear her say that. No one hadn't asked him to draw them yet, this was the first time. Also, Keitaro was only used to drawing still images, sceneries and objects, not people. "I-I don't know."

"Oh, come on." Motoko pleaded. "Your very good at drawing, and I want to see myself in a drawing. If you agree, I'll be your friend."

When he heard the word friend, Keitaro looked at her incredibly. 'Did she really tell me she'll be my friend?'

"R-Really?" Keitaro asked.

"Yeah, I mean, you don't look like the type who's bad." Motoko said, in a matter-of-fact tone. "Also, I wouldn't mind being friends with someone like you."

Keitaro was touched by this. His first friend in his whole life, well, maybe he could count the girl in his memories as a friend, but that was different. That was like seeing his soul mate, but with Motoko, he felt that she was like one of those people who will never leave you. Maybe it was only in his head, but he trusted this feeling.

"O.K." Keitaro agreed with a smile and a determined nod.

Two hours later, Granny Hina was being escorted by the head of the Aoyama clan, Motoko's mother, Tsukino Aoyama.

Walking back to the practice area where she left Keitaro, what they saw surprised them.

Motoko and Keitaro were asleep in one of the benches in a sitting position. Motoko was sitting next to Keitaro, sweat could be seen on her forehead. While Keitaro was asleep also next to Motoko, he had a smile on his face, a small contended smile.

Granny Hina and Tsukino smiled, what they saw was cute. Both of them approached them, then Granny Hina saw Keitaro's sketch pad on the floor. Picking it up, she saw a drawing of Motoko. She portrayed as someone who was training. Granny was always amazed by Keitaro's skill in drawing, but in the drawing , she could feel the passion when he drew it. At the bottom where Keitaro usually puts the title of his drawing, she saw that it was labeled as "My First Friend".

Granny Hina knew about Keitaro's situation at school, the only time she saw him with a friend was when that two girls went to the Inn. But those two were only there for a week, then they had to go back home. She was disappointed with herself that she didn't get their addresses.

Then she decided that he would take Keitaro here constantly, as to not take him away from his 'First' friend.

"Tsukino, can I take Keitaro here twice a week?" Granny Hina asked Tsukino. "It seems that these two befriended each other."

"I would appreciate it, Hina." Tsukino said with a smile on her face. "It will also help Motoko be more sociable."

After their deal, it was time to go. Not wanting to disturb the two, both their relatives took them with the utmost care not to wake them up. When they picked them up, they only stirred, but went back to sleep.

"Good-bye, Tsukino. See you next time." Granny Hina said her farewell.

"To you as well, Hina." Tsukino said.

Both of them bowed to each other, then parted ways.

After that, Keitaro was always at the Aoyama compound, spending time with Motoko. It wasn't just twice a week, he was there for almost all week, and sometimes Motoko would spend her time at Hinata Inn. Their friendship soared from being mere acquaintances to close friends. They would spend their time with Motoko training while Keitaro sketches her. Also, when one had problems, they would confine with each other. Keitaro told Motoko of her promise girl. Motoko wasn't your particular girl that would think that that was romantic. She just thought of how loyal he was, holding to a promise for that long. She respected him more for that.

Motoko decided to attend Keitaro's school, exchanging a high prestige all-girls school for a public school. But it was worth it for Motoko, if he could spend time with his close friend. Her mother wasn't against the idea, they were actually proud of Motoko for being sociable. Keitaro was thankful at Motoko for spending time with him.

At school, they're inseparable, always spending time with each other. Motoko had friends outside Keitaro, the Kendo team, and her fan club. But Motoko would pick Keitaro over them.

Motoko would be Keitaro's sort of protector when people try to pick on him, and Keitaro would try to defend Motoko against boys who harassed her, but Motoko could take them, she just didn't tell Keitaro that.

Motoko tried to persuade Keitaro to join the art club, but he told her that he was too uncomfortable with others. He also told her that he was happy enough when they were together, and he would draw her. Motoko was touched because of that, because of that she developed a tiny crush on him. But pushed the idea away, she thought it was a bit ridiculous.

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