Hello dear readers :)
I can assure you that this is not an illusion! No, the first chapter is finally here! xD
Yes, well, it took a long time, for which I want to apologize ^^ "
I stupidly started the MMFF just before the summer vacation, but as impatient as I amI just couldn't wait until after the vacation> <
I was able to finish the registration in time and choose the characters before I left, but I didn't have time to write the first chapter. And then during the holidays it didn't really work either ^^ "
When I got back, I wanted to start writing straight away, but I was still missing some important information about individual characters. And without them I feared to portray the characters badly, which I don't want ._.
So it cost me a lot of time again, so that I was only able to put the 1st chapter on NOW ^^ "
Again: Sorry for that>
Before you start reading, we need to agree again on the language that is used here.
I thought of it like this:
Everyone should be able to speak English. At least enough so that they can communicate with their host family. That shouldn't be a problem for Shika. She would like to improve her pronunciation in England, but she can speak English anyway ...
The host families among themselves will also speak in their mother tongue.
Example: Neji speaks Spanish to Hinata. Fumi, who is with the Hyuuga's, doesn't understand that or only very little.
To make it clear when which language is used, I thought that whenEnglishis spoken, I will write the speech normally.
Example: Hitomi asks Naruto, “How are you? "<= It would look like this if you spoke English.
But if another language is spoken now, that's how I do it.
Example 1: Neji asks Hinata: ,,[i]What kind of girl is this?"<= From the fact that I put the speechin italics, you know that Neji uses his mother tongue.
Example 2: Fumi asks Neji: ,, So you are Neji? "Neji replies: ,, Si" <= If these are only short words, I will occasionally write them in the language used. So, it gets a little more interesting and who knows? maybe you will learn a lot about it ^^
I will always add the translation at the end of the chap, if the words should be a little more complex or the language is more unusual. I think that most of them probably don't understand Albanian ^^

Could you follow me that far? No? Then turn to me. I will try to explain it again in a PM ^^
Do you agree? Neither? Then write to me ^^
If you have any questions, are worried about something or want to suggest a change - don't be afraid to write to me ^ .-And now enjoy reading! ^ ____ ^

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Every beginning is difficult ...

Shika took a deep breath ... and then let it out again.
A certain nervousness spread in her stomach area. It wasn't long before she would meet her host family. She could only hope that she would get along with her. After all, she would stay with them for six months. It wouldn't stay with them forever, but it would be a long time. And what could be worse than not getting along with his new family members at all? Here, where you were so strange, surrounded by all the British people who had given her strange looks since the flight, just because her face was a little different from them. On her own, without any support from friendly support or anything like that ... No, Shika wasn't afraid or shy. She was the exact opposite. Not conceited, but self-confident. She knew what she was doing. She had grown up in a big city, knew how to get the attention she needed and how to fight her way through. She wouldn't have problems with a country as small as England!
A leather suitcase rolled past her at the baggage claim and she got hold of it at the right moment.
Yes, even if Shika was self-confident and strong ... The nervousness that was just getting bigger and made her heart pound didn't even stop at her. In a moment, yes, she would meet her "new" family ...

In contrast to Shika, Minako would have liked to have felt just this slight hint of nervousness, because it was much worse with her at the moment! Well, she had met her host mother a few minutes ago. Ms. Uchiha had also made her the offer to pick her up from the airport and Minako was more than grateful to her. It would have been inconceivable for her to find the Uchiha's herself, where she could only speak a little German and reading the Latin letters was rather difficult. Nevertheless, the black-haired woman felt an unpleasant nausea inside, which was guaranteed not to be caused by the drive. No, it was this unbearable excitement that plagued her. She would also meet the rest of her family in a moment, the two boys in the family and possibly Mr. Uchiha, who she knew was very busy with his job. Ordinary people would probably think by now that this would by no means be a reason to vomit. It wasn't that alone either. There was another, special reason that the Japanese woman didn't want to admit and therefore didn't even want to think about it. Because just at the thought a soft blush began to play around her cheeks and her face burned as if it had caught flames. Just thinking about him ... the second son of the family tingled strangely in her body and, together with the unbearable nervousness, evoked a mixture of emotions in the truest sense of the word.She cursed the Internet, through which she had admired a picture of her host family in Kyoto before, while still in Japan. And since then she just couldn't forget his face. It was burned into her brain and haunted her again and again. But now it was getting worse: she would see him for real. From now on she would live with him. Seeing him every day. Even having to deal with him, because she was the au pair who had agreed to take care of the household and the children. Well, even if you couldn't speak of children here - after all, the boys were as old as they were or older. Even so, it would be their duty to prepare food for them when they got home from school or work. In short: From now on she would be much closer to him than she had ever imagined ... Would that be okay?

Fumi, exhausted, tossed her travel bag into the thick grass, packed her guitar case on it and let her arms dangle for a moment. The sun shone on her face, revealing the beads of sweat that had formed on her forehead. The hot wind played with her hair and loosened the strands stuck together with sweat. Fumi sighed tiredly.
'First a shower', she decided in her mind and marveled at the magnificent villa that stretched out in front of her. The glowing sun made the blossom-white color of the walls stand out and gave it a magical hint. The brown-haired had to admit that she was impressed, but she was much more concerned with the question of what the interior design looked like. After the short break, the Japanese woman, slightly annoyed, grabbed her luggage and walked along the narrow gravel path that led to the entrance of the villa. Actually, she had expected that they would have picked her up from the airport, but instead her host father had ordered her by email to get a taxi from the airport and find her way to them. A cheek, as Fumi thought. It was easy to do by taxi, as dozens parked in front of the airport and looked for potential customers, but she would never have imagined that the Mediterranean climate in southern Europe would cause her such difficulties. And now that she saw that her host family must have a huge fortune, she would have preferred an air-conditioned limousine that was missing in the taxi. But no, the rich Hyuuga's had to work and nobody had time to look after them. The stupid thing was that the taxi had driven them wrong. She had to overcome several blocks before she could finally be here. And now she was here, standing in front of the front door and finally had the certainty that she was correct, because no name other than "Hyuuga" was engraved on the golden shield.
'Shower, I'm coming!', it went through her head proudly before she knocked exhausted.

The Spanish heat was a much bigger problem for Suriko. She had to wipe her sweaty hands again and again so she didn't panic. It was terrible! Well, everyone had their quirks and fears, but why did they have to be so terrified of sweaty hands ?! Life was unfair. And right now it was not only unfair but also mean. Now she had to take the bus too! And that, with this incredible heat! How she hated it ...
Suriko grabbed her suitcase and got into the bus that had just pulled up. The air in the vehicle was incredibly sticky, there was an unpleasant smell of sweat everywhere, and to make matters worse, more people got on than was probably allowed. The blonde was pressed against a window pane and could not free herself for the long journey, as the crowd on the bus did not get smaller after any stop - only bigger. With her current mood, which was at its lowest point, she would normally have complained loudly about the impossible conditions here, just didn't want to risk being thrown off the bus and ending up somewhere in nowhere. Therefore, the Nomura had to grit its teeth and endure the horror trip. Even though she only had to drive for 10 minutes in the end, her nerves were put to the test and she was more than happy when she reached her station and was finally able to get some fresh air again. It was somewhere in the middle of Madrid. No, she didn't know where she was. She had received instructions from her host family as to which bus to take and at which station to get off. And she had followed exactly these instructions and was now standing on a noisy driveway, overcrowded with cars and bordered by huge skyscrapers. Why, damn it, hadn't they just picked her up? It would have been easier for everyone involved! But no, now she had to stroll from door to door with her heavy luggage and find "her" family. Suriko growled. Yes, life was unfair.