Duckie: *points to picture of marluxia attacking vexen* Has something like this every happened to you? Well Hi! I'm Demyx founder of V.A.M. and do I have a product for you! Wait. Wrong one.

Zexy: Wrong script Dip-ass. *vein popping*

Duckie: I didn't mean to zexy. *sticks tongue out* well anyway! Welcome to my first story. I hope you enjoy it. Criticism is accepted.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except my idea.

Italics= thoughts

Chapter 1!~

Kiba shivered as the cold, hard, wet rain pounded on his body. Taking refugee under an old bridge he looked out at the rain. He slowly backed up into one of the walls, falling down exhausted from running in such poor weather conditions. He stared back out at the rain hating it every time a drop fell. He never really liked the rain every since his parents died. He took a deep breath, huddling his body into a tight ball trying to keep himself warm. He curled his arms around his legs and moved them up and down using friction to keep himself somewhat warm. Don't fall asleep he kept telling himself. If you do, it's the end. He forced his eyes to stay open as much as he could but soon got so tired he ended up drifting asleep.

Inside dream land, it wasn't that much better than reality. He was with his parents in their small little house getting by on what they could all rake in. His family consisted of his father, mother, older sister and himself. They were a poor family just barely getting by but still happy to have each other. That would have continued if his sister hadn't eventually gotten fed up with her life and became a slut. Sleeping with every man that would pay her enough. She eventually got herself a decent boyfriend out of one of the men she always slept with. When he proposed to her and she rejected because she found someone with more money he ended up beating her to death. Her parents were devasted with her death and tried to make kibas life better by trying harder with their jobs. Which soon worked them to an early grave. Kiba remembered coming home finding his mother and father so malnourished they couldn't properly eat food any more and starved to death. None of his relatives wanted him because they believed he would just follow his family and die sooner or later.

Kiba woke with a start and looked at the rain still falling. It was raining the day his parents died too. It's been at least ten years since their deaths and he was now 17 years old. Kiba attempted to stand up but half way up his legs gave out and he slumped back down into the dirt. What did I ever do to deserve this? Kiba closed his eyes again, feeling himself get hotter. He tried to feel his forehead but he couldn't tell because his hands were as warm as his forehead. His hand dropped to his side and he leaned back against the wall. So is this it? Am I finally going to die?

Kiba felt a cool hand on his forehead, he sighed as he leaned into the touch. The coolness of the hand was fading slowly as the hand moved off his forehead. He made a groan of displeasure and tried to find the hand again. He heard a soft chuckle somewhere in the distant. Kiba opened his eyes slowly and the first thing he saw was bright, brilliant crystal blue eyes staring back into his light brown ones. The next thing he saw was tan skin with three whisker like marks on each cheek. His eyes moved up this time and saw splendid bright blond hair drooping down slightly due to the rain that was still coming down. The man smiled at kiba, "Well hello there! I thought you were dead but I guess not." Kiba looked back at the man, at his bright wide grin then collapsed.

When kiba came to he was looking at a white ceiling. It took him awhile to realize all that had happened. He sat up abruptly when he was pushed back down by a blonde flash.

"No! You need to rest. That's what the doctor said." The blonde flash told him.

Kibas eyes adjusted to what he was looking at and saw the man from earlier. "That's nice and all but can you please get off me?"

The blonde stared at him for awhile then sat on his lap, "No. The doctor says you have to rest so that's what your going to do." He announced with a challenging gleam in his eye to dare kiba to try and oppose him now.

Kiba sighed and laid back down, "Can you get off me now. Your kind of straggling my hips."

The blonde man looked down and saw he was directly on top of kibas groin. He looked like he had a confused expression and went to get off when his groin rubbed against kibas. They both gasped in surprise and looked at each other. "I swear I didn't mean to do that." he confessed as he got off kiba again making sure he didn't touch anything inappropriate.

That's when a man with dark hair spiked up in the back came in followed by a pink hair girl who looked like she should have been in a skimpy magazine.

She had a skin tight hot pink shirt that showed off her huge boobs and almost showed them with how low it was. She was also wearing daisy dukes that were a black leather, contracting nicely with her pale complexion.

As for the other man, he was wearing skinny black jeans with a striped black and green shirt with lime green knee high converses. At first it looked odd on him with his pale face but as he got closer it gradually got more fitted to him.

The man with the spiked hair sat next to him on the bed. Kiba had just noticed he was laying on a bed. The whole bed it self look like orange gone wild. It wasn't just one shade of orange. Oh no. It was every orange from bright to dark in small little dots all over the bed. The bedspread was a satin orange while the top blanket itself was the multi-orange galore fluffy blanket.

After his little observation he looked over at the black haired man. He stared into his black eyes and thought it was unusual for someone's eyes to be fully black so he looked harder and found that they were just a very dark brown.

"Hello there. My name is Sasuke. What's yours?" the black haired man named Sasuke announced.

"Why should I give my name to you? What is the importance of names anyway? Besides I didn't ask for your name. Why would I want to know your name? You're of no importance to me….. Chicken ass." Kiba said with a smirk.

You could almost physically see the anger radiating off of Sasuke aka form now know as Mr. Chicken ass.

He turned to look at the blonde man, who flinched as all the anger was focused on him. "Why do you always bring home the ones who have such bad manners idiot?" Sasuke said crossing his arms.

The blonde looked at him for a second, "I don't know. It all started with you. You were the first asshole I brought in so it's your fault." The blonde smiled sheepishly.

Sasuke grew angrier at this and stormed out of the room, yet again followed by the pink haired girl.

The blonde man turned toward kiba and walked over to him slowly, "It really is good to see that your awake. Hi. My name's Naruto. Lets be friends." he said holding out his hand.

Kiba looked down at it. Maybe life was going to get better starting now. Kiba grabbed hold of Naruto's hand and shook it slowly, "The names Kiba." He said smiling.

Duckie: Hurray! My first chapter! Tell me how it was please? Thank you for reading!