Kyle wasn't too fond of his parent's decision. Divorce? They weren't even fighting beforehand, why were they now? Now all he could do was try and distract Ike from the fighting downstairs every night, he supposed. They'd never fought before, throughout his whole childhood, not until now, what could be so important that they needed to scream at each other from 12 to 12? Well, one thing led to another, and now Kyle was standing in front of his new house, holding Ike's hand and comforting him. "It's okay Ike, don't worry, how about we go inside and see your new room?"

Kyle held a few big boxes in one hand and Ike's hand in the other as he led his little brother into the new house, apparently his new step-father's house. He led Ike up the stairs and into one of the many rooms, presumably Ike's new room judging by the labelled boxes already sitting in the barren bedroom. Kyle set the boxes he'd brought down on the floor and let go of Ike's hand, crouching down a bit to ruffle the boy's hair and point to the boxes. "Ike, how about you unpack your things in here for a bit? I'll be in the next room over if you need me." He told him before leaving to check out his new room, the one right next door.

His room was basically just as barren (if not even more) as Ike's, with his labelled boxes in the middle of the room.. staring at him... telling him to unpack. So, he did, he spent more than half the day unpacking until it was 5 or 6 pm, and his mum and new "Father" were going out for dinner, leaving him and Ike alone in the new house. Ike was already asleep and Kyle wasn't tired, but he was thirsty, so he went downstairs to the kitchen to grab himself a glass of water of juice or coffee, whatever was in the fridge...

But walking into the kitchen, he laid eyes on someone his mother had completely failed to tell Kyle about: A step-sibling.