Chapter 1

Matchmaker?

What does it actually mean to love someone? To want to get to know them more? To want to share your intrests and ideas with them? To want them in a physical manner? To want to see that person acheive all there goals and dreams? To want that person to be happy? The urge to be the catalyist for there happiness?

Or is it deeper then that?..

Maybe its more selfless then that. Maybe there dreams become your dreams and aspirations as well. There goals and values become yours. You give yourself entirly to them. Letting them have your naked self and not only be accepted but yearned for, flaws and all.

Or maybe thats just over analizing it?

Its seems useless to try and disect love and the reason why, how, or what it exactly is. A feeling? An emotion? An action?

To truley love someone, there is no settling, there is no winning, there is no regret. They were meant for you and you were meant for them. Soulmates?

What a ridiculous idea, soulmates... Such a dreamy childish concept. If someone were to say they belived in soulmates, truley believed, they would wait for them, wouldn't they? They would wait forvever and then some. The idea of waiting that long for that person and maybe never finding them is terrifying. No one can blame them for not waiting and settling for someone else. But I think that if they felt what its like to be with there soulmate... would they wait then? Would it then be worth it? A truley selfless person might not even need to know what it feels like. They would wait and have faith that in the end they will find them and be with them and rather die alone then not with there soulmate. It's impossible to excpect everyone to have the strength to wait for that special person, thier "soulmate".

But I believe that every hundred or so years, there is a number of people that poses that extrodinary strength and will to do just that...

xXx

Hinata woke up in the wee hours of the morning. About 4 o' clock. So early. But she did this every day. She was raised in a household of higher values and a more strict than average atmosphere. Waking up this early was mandatory. However there was a sense of self pride in waking up so early, it took alot of self motivation, a pinch of determination and commitment and bit of coffee to pull off but hell, she'd been waking up this early since she began her training.

She shrugged off her blanket, sliding her feet off the bed and onto the hard wood floor. Cold. She strolled into the bathroom. Bathe, brush teeth, dry hair, and moisturize. She finished in less than 20 minutes. Being in a military family everything was excpected to be done with a sense of urgency.

Exiting the bathroom she dressed herself. She was a jonin (High ninja) now and uniformity was essential in the leaf shinobi ranks, particularly for jonin. She wore her long sleeved black shirt and black pants with her green flak vest. However she still wore her forehead protector around her neck. Habbit I guess. Or maybe it was just her quiet way of rebeling against the code of uniformity and trying to remain unique her her own small way.

Heading into the kitchen she found her father sitting down drinking his morning tea. She greeted him and after short conversation about the schedule for today she left. It was still pretty early in the morning, the sunlight was just cracking over the horizon of the village. The dew on the fresh grass and morning cold nippy air felt amazing. She loved mornings like these.

The shops were just now opening up, she would give her greetings to the local vendors that she would pass by on her route to her favorite bakery. Cinnimon buns and coffee. Morning routine complete. She would eat by herself. It was nice. No one else in the store except the smell of coffee beans and fresh wheat sweets and the tiny old lady that owned the shop. It smelled wonderful.

Hinata was thinking about her plans for the day and her up coming mission and her team mates... But one person always consumed her mind. Naruto, she is always thinking about him. What he's doing, where hes at, is he ok? What she would do if he were sitting across from her at the bakery. If her routine became their routine.

To be honest Hinata was well past images of holding hands. She had dreamed of imagenary futures that held her and Naruto in it, together, married, children. What there children would look like. The idea of being bonded to Naruto through family. The idea of Naruto wanting her just as badly as she wanted him.

She thought about him sharing every deep secret he ever held with her, not because she wanted to know his darkest secrets, but just the idea that he would trust her enough to relieve her with that information. She thought of Naruto wanting to share his life with her. She thought about Naruto having sex with her. She thought about Naruto thinking about her as often as she thought about him. Her brain has cycled through these thoughts a million times over and her thoughts have evolved and thrived into deep focus and complete fantasys.

But most importantly, she was always thinking about his happiness. She just wanted him to be happy. He was the celebrity of her heart and whole world. However her greedy side just wanted him for herself. But was that so bad?

He always acomplished such amazing things and helped change so many peoples lives. He was a truley an amazing and selfless person. She didn't want someone like him, no, she wanted him. She's 19 years old and she tourtured herself enough with swooning, overflowing thoughts of him.

She just wanted some inhibition to tell him what she wants him to hear. What he deserves to hear..?

xXx

Barreling through the front door Naruto was back pressed against the door, chest heaving up and down trying to catch his breath. His clothes were torn and he had what appeared to be scratches on his face?

He stopped his breathing completely as a small horde of young women passed by the window, seemingly looking for somethiung... or someone. Said someone was being as quiet as possible in a desperate effort not to be found by the pack of females.

When the group passed convinced he had moved on he let out a sigh of relief. He sank to the floor enjoying his small amount of temporary freedom.

"That was way too close!" he exlaimed to no one in particular.

Unbeknownst to him Hinata was sitting at a small table about 8 feet away staring at him the whole time.

He was just about to celebrate his sucessful escape when his eyes caught the sight of Hinata telling him he wasn't quiet alone yet. He was actually more at ease to see Hinata.

"Hinata!" he shouted in glee "Thank Kami I found you! You need to help me!" he yelled in earnest.

She was still shocked that he happened upon her so suddenly and unexcpectedly. She simply stared at him, mouth half agape.

"Hinata!? You ok!?" that got her attention this time.

"Uhg, N-Naruto-kun!? Wh-what are y-you doing here?" damn that stutter.

"I need your help, I have to get married to someone A-S-A-P!"

Hinata's whole face piped up and her mind raced at 2 million miles a second.

Is he going to propose to me!? Is really going to ask me!? We haven't even kissed yet? Why so suddenly!?"

"Wh-What?" was all she mummbled.

"Kakashi," he began "he said that if I wanted to speed up the process of becoming Hokage I should get married, to be honest I think he's full of it, BUT on the off chance that he's right... I need to find a bride! Can you help!?"

Ah, thats sounds like Naruto

"S-Sure" she said quietly excpecting his next words

Hinata, will you marry me?

Of Course!

"Hinata will you help me find a wife?" he asked innocently

...

"H-Help you find a wife?"