"Alas, warmth!" That was my first thought as I stepped off my plane into the warm sunshine, stretching. It had only taken roughly two hours to make it to my destination from Charlotte, but I was still tired. My destination being Nassau, Bahamas that is. Yawning, I headed to the immigration center, a place I was dreading. Kiba once told me it took his Grandfather two hours to get through an immigration center. Boy, I did NOT want to wait that long to get to my apartment!

Several hallways later, I entered the place. Upon entering, I noticed, off the bat actually, that there was no air-conditioning. I shrugged off my coat and took a look around. The room was big and rectangular in shape. On the left, in the corner, a band was set up, which was playing some sort of Bahamian music, but I didn't pay much attention. What I was worried about was length of all eighteen immigration lines. The lines were all at least backed up to the middle of the room, much to my dismay.

"This is going to take forever!" I groaned, loudly. I'm sure the people giving me strange looks were thinking the same thing! Grr. I'll never understand why this takes so long! All they have to do is look at your paperwork and stamp your passport! So, I did what anyone else would've done in my impatient situation, I kept switching lines! It almost always works like a charm, if one line gets shorter just jump to that line and if there's a line shorter than that, jump there! Believe it! Therefore, after several minutes of line hopping and several more minutes of waiting for the people in front of me to go, I made it to the immigration counter. Putting on my best smile, I casually strolled up to counter and handed the lady my passport and paperwork.

"Hello, how are you, Sir?" the lady asked, reading over my paperwork.

"I'm fine," I answered, grinning. I was going to ask how she was, but she beat me to the next question.

"Is this your first time here?"

I nodded, "Yeah...I'm here for school." I scratched the back of my head sheepishly.

"Oh, how old are you?" she asked, stamping my passport.

"Nineteen!" I stated proudly, "Freshman in college!"

She handed back my passport and smiled, "Well I hope you enjoy your stay here."

I grinned as she dismissed me, waving for the next person. See? It was that easy! Now, for another dreadful part of air travel...the baggage claim. The baggage claim is never as bad as the immigration center, but it's definitely not one of my favorite parts! I raced down several corridors, avoiding a diverse range of people from all over the world. Finally I was able to squeeze my way through the line of bodies in front of the baggage claim. With a stroke of luck as soon as I got up there, the bags started to come out onto the belt. It's funny how baggage claim works, if you're up there on time, you want your bags to be the very first ones onto the belt, but if you get there late, you pray to God your luggage hasn't been dumped yet. I tapped my foot impatiently as the various bags revolved around the belt. There was a flurry of bodies as each person found their luggage. Sighing, I checked my pocket watch, reading 2:30. As I looked up, I noticed my bright orange suitcases coming down the conveyer belt. I was practically bursting with excitement now! Hehe! Grinning, I semi-politely pushed my way up to the belt, snatching my baggage off of it as quickly as possible. I only had four bags for the trip, three suitcases and one carry on. Which was rather light considering the fact that I was staying a whole school year here. Now, off to find the shuttle that will take me safely to my apartment. I suppose I should explain why I'm here. Well, my first year of college pretty much just took off! There was this one class in which you could pretty much skip your first year classes if you took it! So you better believe I did! However, this class came with a catch. Professor Kakashi, that particular class's professor, informed us if we were to take his class, we had to find an international job. My friends, Kiba Inuzuka, Sakura Haruno, Shikamaru Nara, Choji Akimichi, Ino Yamanaka, and I, Naruto Uzumaki, obviously picked the same international destination to temporarily live in. We all had to pick little jobs to have around the place we were staying, which was prepaid for us by Professor Kakashi, of course. Heh, I wonder who all has made it here yet! Grinning at the thought, I exited the building and proceeded to search for the transportation system that will take me to my destination.

"Where you going, Sir?" I looked up from my various pieces of paperwork and into the eyes of a black haired individual. He was a bit taller than me and quite young, around mid twenties I'd have to say. While I stared at him, dumbfounded by the question, he looked at my paper work and grinned.

"You're on the Paradise Island Shuttle!"

I blinked, then scratched the back of my head sheepishly.

"Um...could you point me in that direction..?"

Grinning, he pointed down a row of buses, "Last one on the left, Sir."

"Thanks!"

Then, I was off! Down the row of buses I went. I wanted more than anything to just take off running to melt my excitement, however I'm sure I'd probably hit someone or something and be hated here. So, instead I briskly walked to my bus. Once I arrived, I had to hand over my three suitcases to put underneath the bus. I was a bit ticked because I had just gotten them back, but hey, what could I do? So reluctantly leaving my luggage in the hands of yet another stranger, I climbed aboard the bus. The bus, in all of it's glory, surprised me greatly. I was expecting for it to be gross with trash and gum on the floor, but I was totally wrong. The bus was practically sparkling! No foul odors of rotten food or the annoying feeling of pre-chewed gum sticking to the soles of your shoes! Satisfied with the state of the bus, I decided to pick a seat. I like people, yes, as a matter of fact I am quite the people person, however, I have been around strangers all day and I kind of wanted to pick a seat by myself. Luck was on my side as I spotted two unoccupied seats close to the door. Sighing contently, I sat in the one closest to the window and settled down. This country is so beautiful...the palm trees that sway slightly in the breeze, the scent of salty sea air...it's all so relaxing...

"Oi! Naruto! That you?"

I was pulled out of my relaxing revelations by a familiar voice. My head shot up instantly, grateful for someone that knew my name! I was even more delighted when I noticed the voice belonged to one of my best friends, Kiba Inuzuka.

"Whoa, Kiba? You're here too?" I grinned as he rolled his eyes and sat down beside me.

"Thank goodness you're here, Naruto!" Kiba began, looking distraught, "I haven't seen anyone I know in hours! Not even Akamaru..."

I tilted my head slightly.

"Didn't you bring him with you?"

"Yea, but he had to be specially examined and they wouldn't let me stay with him...They called security."

I sighed, that's gotta be tough! Kiba and Akamaru, his dog, were never apart. Technically, however, people were not supposed to bring animals across borders of other countries. Kakashi-Sensei must've done some serious back bends to get Akamaru over here with Kiba. No wonder he's not kicking or screaming over being away from Akamaru.

"So, when do you get him back," I wondered, hoping giving Kiba something to look forward to will cheer him up.

"Actually," he grinned, "They said I could get him as soon as I checked in! They said they'd send him to the apartment-hotel things. I hope he'll be ok."

"I'm sure he'll be fine!" I joyfully stated, "They say separation leads to sweeter reunions!"

He stared at me for a long second and I hoped I didn't say something out of line.

"You idiot," he started, "You can't have a reunion unless you're separated anyway!"

Oh...I smiled sheepishly and rubbed my neck, embarrassed. I sure didn't think of that..

"Oh... Haha! Sorry!"

He laughed and stretched his arms.

"This is going to be a good year," he foretells.

I nod, "Yea, I think so too.