Hey this is my first story on here so ... please be kind.!

Moving to a new house is difficult. You have to learn new streets and find new shortcuts. The house itself has different smells and textures. Different rooms, different dimensions. Different sounds, different neighbours!
Moving town is even more difficult. You have all that plus you have to go to a different school. You have to figure out who's your ally and who's your foe. What teachers are on your side to the ones who just go there to get a pay check.
Moving state…. Now that sucks. Not only is there the fact you probably will never see your friends again…. There's a whole new culture to evolve to. A different hot spot to get drinks. Another place to go and hang with mates. Different food, different music and different clothes that are expected to be liked/had….!

'thank god Im not moving country…' kiba thought to himself. 'at least I can understand the language'.

His mother was checking him out in the review mirror. " Are you right mate?". She was being overly understanding and nice to him. Something that happened only after the divorce. Usually she was a right cow. He kind of missed it. It would have been nice for her to act the same at least, considering the other changes that had been happening. A little similarity would have been welcome.

"Yeah, ma, I'm right." he wasn't and to be honest he didn't think any of them were but its not like they could do anything about it now. The old house was sold and a new one bought. They were almost there to his calculations. His mother decided to drive to the new house and stop on the way at motels. Mostly that had been ok, nothing too bad had happened except a drunk naked guy banging on the door in the middle of the night wanting to get in his room after his roommate had locked him out. The guy eventually found his actual room….They couldn't afford airplane tickets, his dad had been the earner of the family and happened to spend the most of it as well.

"Kiba, look, that's the local shops and the parks right opposite with the school only being a few meters down the road as well. Everything seems to be quite close together in this neighbourhood. Might be a nice change hey! " said Hana. "Oh, is this our street mum." She indicated to the next turn off up ahead. The shops were small. It just looked like one dominant grocery store with a few shops surrounding it. A cafe and one takeaway could be seen from the drive by, but that was it. The park was small to match it. Just a swing set, climbing frame and a see-saw next to a small oval.

"We're number five right Hana? Hana? HANA for gods sake are we number five or not?" his mother seemed to be settling into her old rhythm it seemed. Hana had been distracted looking out the window. The houses around here were ok. They weren't two story mansions with winding driveways but they weren't derelicts either.

"yes, mum yes. Number five. Just up a bit further I think.' Hana looked back out the window and kiba followed her gaze. There was a really good looking guy out on the front of someone's house washing a car, the guys own house and car he surmised. He was really good looking. Blush worthy good looking and that was just from a side angle! 'I wonder if all the guys here are that good looking...' Kiba scratched his nose in embarrassment. Not at the fact he was checking out the guy in the first place, he was well aware he was gay, but for the fact the guy had no shirt on, was washing his car and looked at their car as it passed. He had such a good looking face. From what Kiba had seen anyway - the moment Kiba noticed the guy looking at their car he looked away.

"Number five - here we are!" his mother grinned back at him as she turned in to the driveway. Damn, that guy was two houses down from him… was that a good thing or a bad thing? Guess only time will tell.

"Mum, this house is a bit… dero looking. Don'cha think?" Hana wrinkled her nose at it.

"No, no it just needs a bit of loving that's all" His mother defended.

"Kiba you agree with me right? Its hell dero!"

"No it not just needs some paint, you tell her kiba!"

"yeah some paint is needed and wood and some roofing tiles and the garden is completely grown over"

"oh Hana its not as bad as your making it"

"yes it is!" "No it isn't!" "Yes!" "No!" "Yes!" "No!" "KIBA!" Both looked at him imploringly.

'Shit' Kiba looked from one to the other trying to find the best possible solution, deciding to go with his trademark reply when it came to deciding between his sisters and mothers fights.

"Not sure" and a shrug. "I does need some work… well a bit more than some work." But there was no way he was going to side with his sister over his mother. That was just asking to be killed slowly and painfully. But he'd never side with his mother over his sister because, although Hana would never kill him, she would sure make his life a living hell. The car came to a stop and the engine was turned off.

"Ok guys get your things out the car and go find your rooms. Oh and Hana, mines the one with the ensuite." Hi mother looked a bit scary when she said that, almost as if it had suddenly turned to night time and gotten all cloudy….

"Yo my names Kankuro welcome to the neighbourhood!" Kiba snapped out of his dreaming and turned to the sound of the new voice and started. It was the hot guy from two houses down! Hana looked overly pleased about it. So much so she was the one to speak up first.

"Hi Kankuro , this is my mother Tsume and my little brother Kiba -" Kiba glared at Hana. 'why's she always introducing me as little brother? I'm taller than her!' "-and my names Hana" She was practically drooling on the guy. Kankuro dipped his head to everyone when their names were said.

"Me and mum are going to be the new vets in the area - were taking over the old building by the shops. And Kiba's going to be attending the local high school here." Hana draped her arm over Kiba's shoulder and smiled.

"Cool. Well I gotta get back to cleaning the car, nice to meet you." Kankuro waved and was starting to walk away when he stopped and turned to Kiba "I guess I'll see you at school, Kiba".

All critisism is welcome and any futrue story plots, couple eventualities any thing like that is welcome as well. Just message and you might be pleasantly surprised.

xxoo