Hey my dear readers ^^ "
You can complain as much as you want, I deserve it ...> <
You had to wait too long for the chap :(
And actually it was planned for earlier, but at the moment I'm totally bogged down, think that's due to the upcoming certificates xD
Anyway, I FINALLY made it to upload the new chap.
But before you start reading, a little reminder: Don't forget the languages! Here again so that you can remember:

-if something is written normally, the Charas speak English. Example: Fumi talks to Neji in> English
-if something is written in italics[/i], the Charas speak their mother tongue. Example: Kiba speaks "French" with his sister Hana!

-If I use a word or two in another language, I will translate it for you, but I think you will understand most of them that way. Example: Inoichi says to Ino in French: "Qui"

And another little note: If everything is written normally in one sentence and only one word in italics, then you can assume that I just want to emphasize it ^^ "I think you'll notice that;)

Well, enjoy reading! ^ __ ^

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New acquaintances!

Aimi yawned a dozen times.
How awful it was when you didn't get enough sleep. And now the tiredness was written on her face - literally! If she hadn't put tons of make-up on her dark circles, she would never have dared to leave the house, which would have been even more devastating because she was late anyway. Fortunately, she caught the plane in time and was now - after five hours of flight time - in the glorious sunshine of Albania. The piercing heat drew a contented sigh from her lips as she thought about the beach and the sea. After enjoying the sun long enough on her skin, she marched towards the parking garage. According to her latest information, her host family wanted to pick her up from the airport by car. Aimi could not have imagined anything else, even when she missed out on sleep. But the tiredness did not manage to cover up the rising nervousness in her, which is why her heart seemed to be beating a little faster with every step towards the parking garage.
Even if the sight of the country in which she would spend half the year was already right, it didn't have to be the case with the family too. But Aimi very much hoped ...

Not many kilometers further, in another city, but in the same country Hitomi also looked around for her host family, which was not really easy. The airport was big, the crowds bigger, and you? She was just a small, skinny girl who was right in the middle and didn't know what to do.'Think positive. 'she repeated several times in her head so as not to lose her nerve. After all, she would find her "new" family someday and somewhere ... At least she hoped so. With her gaze she followed the people who had just arrived by plane in Tirana and were strolling towards the exit. She decided to do the same, even if she didn't know where her host family was waiting for her.
Relieved, the Shotoku stepped outside with her heavy suitcase, where the scorching sun was waiting for her and welcomed her to the unknown land. Hitomi breathed in the fresh air and looked around her. Buses and cars had accumulated at the exit and took in the freshly arrived travelers. She kept an eye out for her host family, who tragically she had forgotten the name of. Darn it, she just couldn't remember names! But before she could finish her thoughts, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Startled, the Japanese turned around and looked into two azure blue eyes that sparkled at her.
For a brief moment, Hitomi had the feeling that she would sink into the blue that resembled the unfathomed ocean. But when a worried expression entered her, Hitomi returned to the chaotic reality and took a step back, embarrassed.
"Oh, you are not Hitomi? ", the velvety voice asked apologetically, but the addressed shook her head. She paused confused and then nodded her head before she paused again and blushed.
,, Yes, I am Hitomi! ", she explained quickly to the perplexed boy, before she feared that he would run away from a madman like her.
"So Hitomi ...?" - "Yes. One hundred percent Hitomi!"
The blond boy began to grin, whereupon Hitomi ducked her head in embarrassment.
"Good. And I'm Naruto.", The boy continued undeterred and held out his hand to her. After a polite handshake, Naruto reached out for Hitomi's suitcase. With thanks, the Shotoku handed him her heavy luggage. Then she followed Naruto - of which she was now certain from the invisible name that he was the son of her host family - to the parking lot.
"Welcome to Albania, Hitomi!"

"Merci beaucoup.",[Translated: Thank you very much.]politely thanked Hiroshi and, to Inoichi Yamanak's surprise, in French for welcoming his host father and followed him into the silver car. While Inoichi heaved Hiroshi's luggage into the trunk, the Ohara let his gaze wander through the area with interest. Marseille - the second largest city in France and at the same time one of the most important port cities in Europe. Hiroshi had dealt with his future hometown well and probably knew a lot more than the people of Marseille themselves. Although he would have preferred to go to Paris, where the top universities were all popular at the moment, Marseille practiced a certain amount with its extraordinary sights Stimulate him.He only absent-mindedly how Inoichi got into the car and drove off. After a while of silence, a cell phone suddenly rang. Hiroshi looked up as his host father pulled his cell phone out of his pocket.
,, Qui? "[Translated: Yes?]
Hiroshi listened when a female voice was heard on the cell phone.
,,I'm on my way. See you soon."
Even though Hiroshi wasn't the best at French, he understood these little sentences with no problem. Curiously, he fixed Inoichi as he pushed his cell phone back into his pocket.
“That was Ino. She's already waiting impatiently for you. ", he explained the Ohara with a grin. Hiroshi blushed and the thought that from now on he would have to spend almost every day of his days in France with Ino Yamanaka, a girl, his face glowed like lava. He sighed awkwardly and leaned his forehead How could he manage that if he had never had contact with a girl before and certainly not with a French girl who he was sure were a bit extraordinary had to?

But not only French girls wereextraordinary- at least Mailin had the impression that the male sex in France also had special demands.
,, What the hell ?! ",[don't be surprised, Mailin's habit of swearing in other languages, that's why you have this here in English.Translated: What the hell ?!]she growled to herself as Kiba ignorant the stairs She trotted up to his apartment, examined her luggage, which turned out to be too much afterwards, and then glided her scowl to Kiba, who was watching her from the top of the stairs.
,,Are you coming? "-" A little help wouldn't be so bad! ", the Kitabatake hissed and reached irritably for her travel bags. But as she had imagined she failed trying to get everything up at once and plopped down together with the bags on the floor. Giggling reached her ear and she threw her new family member with devastating looks.
“Excusez-moi, Mademoiselle. ",[Translated: I'm sorry, Miss.]Kiba grinned and helped Mailin to her feet.
,, My mistake ...I'lltake over the luggage. "
Mailin refrained from commenting and followed the Frenchman up the stairs with his load. Fortunately for them, the Inuzuka lived on the second floor. In front of a white, porcelain-like front door, Kiba paused and put the bags on the floor to fish the keys out of his jacket pocket. Openly, the door opened the way into a medium-sized apartment, laid out with golden-brown laminate and walls painted orange. Mailin eyed the interior of the apartment with interest while Kiba pushed her luggage inside. Just as she was about to take the first step into her new accommodation, there was a loud barking of dogs and a whole crowd of dogs suddenly rushed towards the two newcomers.,,Well my friends? Did you miss me?", Kiba grumbled as he ran his hand through the thick fur. In response, he heard loud barks and laughed. But he stopped abruptly when there was a sudden flash behind him. Confused he turned he turned to Mailin, who held her little camera, which was hanging around her neck, in front of her face and pulled the trigger again.
"Why are you photographing us?" - "Well, here in Japan there aren't such big dogs. I have to capture something like that as a picture. Get used to it.", The Kitabatake winked at the dark-haired man and agreed his hearty laugh.
Suriko, on the other hand, was not at all laughable. Not after it had taken her an hour to find the right house, namely that of the Nara family, in the fatal heat in the heart of Madrid. She had stopped counting the number of times she had mentally sent those cursed people to hell - where it was as hot as possible, if not hotter. But all of this was forgotten when I saw the elevator in the stairwell. Even if she didn't like to admit it, wasn't that a great human invention? She lost no further thought about unimportant things and eagerly pushed herself and her luggage into the elevator. After flicking the switch for the third floor, she rummaged for handkerchiefs and wiped the sweat from her hands in disgust. Relieved that her hands were finally sweat free again, she carelessly tossed the handkerchief into the corner and left the elevator after the doors opened automatically. Both on their left and on the other side there was a red-brown apartment door that gave no indication of the families living there. Suriko frowned when she suddenly heard a suspicious click and turned her gaze to the left.
An average boy with medium-length, black hair that he had tied in a loose braid at the back of his neck stepped out the door and eyed Suriko with