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Chapter 1 Post

It was a cool, autumn morning. The sun was out but it did little to warm my frozen body. I groaned in annoyance as I opened the simple, black post box and placed the stack of post inside it then shut it.

My name is Naruto Uzumaki and I am the Post man.

This wasn't my first choice is jobs.

Nor was it my second.

Or last.

But a job is a job.

It pays the bills.

My breath hitched as a cool wind swept through the quiet streets.

I wish I didn't have to do this first thing in the morning.

It was too damn cold.

I sighed and bit my lip and continued onto the next house.

It was a woman's.

That much was obvious what with the flower garden in the front and the adorable cat sitting in the window. I opened the small, white gate and walked up the short path to the white post box and opened it just as the front door slammed open.

I looked up, and my heart almost leapt out of my chest.

There stood the most beautiful young woman I ever saw.

She had long, flowing pink hair that went down to her hips.

Stunning emerald eyes.

And a slight, slim frame.

My nose twitched.

She wore simple pink and white stripped pajama pants and a white tank top.

"Uhm…excuse me…" She spoke, her voice soft and gentle, like an angel.

It was then I snapped out of my stupor and a stupid grin snuck its way onto my face.

"Yes Miss?" I raised an eye brow, adjusted the stupid hat and slung the post bag over my right shoulder.

"This is the post." She thrust out her slim, pale hand to me.

I looked at what she was handing me and smirked.

Clearly she did it in a rush.

Two of the envelopes didn't even have stamps on them.

"Miss?" I spoke softly, leaning forward a bit.

That made her flush pink.

Cute.

"Don't mean to be rude or anything but you may want to add a few more stamps before you post them." I winked at her then nodded down at the envelopes in her hand.

Confusion danced in her bright emerald eyes before she realized what I meant.

"Oh!" She nodded, her pink hair feathering out around her. "Uhm…these really need to go out today. Can you spare me a moment?" Her eyes pleaded with me to say yes.

I nodded.

"I have a few moments to spare Miss…" I trailed off, hoping she'd catch the hint.

She did.

"Sakura." She took a step back into her house. "One minute!" And with that she darted inside.

I took a moment to try and fix my messy blonde hair and looked around her yard. She obviously took great care of it because every last blade of grass was a healthy shade of green, the lawn was cut annoyingly even and the white patio set she had off to the side was perfectly clean, each chair tucked into the round table and not a speck of dirt on it. Her house somehow gave off a warm glow though the weather was still bitingly cold, the wind slicing my exposed skin and the sun still not warming anything but itself.

After a few minutes she reappeared in her doorway, her emerald orbs wide with worry. "Sorry I took so long, I misplaced the stamps…"

"Quite alright Miss Sakura." I grinned and accepted the post she held out to me. "Part of the job."

I glanced up at her as I tucked her post into the bag, she was starting at me with an odd look in her eyes and after a few seconds she cleared her throat. "You're new aren't you?" She asked, sniffing against the cold.

I smiled and tipped my hat. "Yes I am Miss Sakura." I glanced at the watch on my wrist and cursed. "But unfortunately I don't have any time to chat right now." I sent her another charming smile and made my way down the path. "Hopefully I'll see you again Miss."

I locked back her front gate and made my way onto the next house, as I walked up the path to the other house; I glanced at Sakura out of the corner of my eye.

She was now closing the door, a baffled yet intrigued look on her cute little face.

I smirked to myself and finished my route for the day.

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If I said I was a nice guy I'd be lying.

If I said I was a bad guy I'd be lying.

The only thing in life I care about is having fun.

I like concerts and parties. I like girls and hanging out with my friends. I like Ramen and I liked that girl Sakura.

So here I sat, at my buddy Kiba's place drinking a hot cup of java while he got ready for his job.

"So you said her names Sakura right?" He asked, pulling a black hoodie over his gray shirt as he walked into the kitchen.

"Yeah." I slumped down in the chair and sipped my coffee. I had finished my rounds earlier than normal, meaning I had some time to kill before it was time for I met up with Jiraiya , I was his apprentice.

Sort of.

He believed I had a talent for writing.

Something I have yet to discover in myself, but who am I to judge when the most famous modern writer has taken a liking to me?

"She have pink hair?" He grabbed his fingerless gloves off the counter and pulled them on.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Yeah…"

"Huh…I think I've seen her…" He mumbled absently and looked around. "Say you've seen my muzzle anywhere?" He asked, frowning and getting down on all fours to look under the table.

Kiba's a veterinarian by the way.

He works with his sister at their own pet hospital but he usually goes on the house visits while she manages the hospital. "Why the hell would I know where you put your muzzle?" I scowled but got up to help him look anyway. "So you know Sakura?"

I stepped over him and began to search the living room.

He lived in a fairly large house with his sister; he occupied the bottom half and she the top. Which worked out fine since he used the back door and she used the front.

I cursed as I stepped in a dissuaded banana peel.

"Dude you need a maid." I muttered and began tearing apart the couch.

"I know and no I don't know her I've seen her. She has this little white Persian cat that's prone to sinus problems. She brings the poor thing in at least once every two months for a checkup." He answered from the kitchen.

"Ah." I hummed to myself as I pulled the lost muzzle from deep beneath the couch cushions. "Found it."

I held the thing at an arm's length away from me and waited for Kiba to take it.

So she took good care of her cat huh?

Well that was expected judging from her front yard.

A bit of a neat freak.

"I personally think she has some problems though." Kiba spoke suddenly, grabbing the muzzle and tossing it into his open gym bag he uses to store his equipment.

"What do you mean?" I absently wiped my hand on my pants.

He shrugged then turned to the back door. "Nothing except every once in awhile someone will drop off her cat at the hospital and we end up taking care of it for a few months." He shrugged as though it was completely normal. "It's like she just disappears sometimes." He grabbed his car keys off the end table and motioned for me to follow him.

I did.

"I mean I guess her bills are still paid and someone takes care of her house but…it's just weird."

I nodded.

It did sound a little weird, but who was I to judge?

I knew nothing about her.

"Well I guess I should get going." I patted Kiba on the back. "Catch ya latter man."

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Ever since that morning Sakura has been on my mind.

I couldn't stop thinking about her though I knew nothing about her.

The way her long pink hair cascaded down her back, the way her emerald eyes caught the morning light, everything.

It was like I was drugged and all I could do was think about her.

Which was bad considering the fact that I was now in Jiraiya's apartment where I was supposed to be taking notes on how he gathers his research for his books.

"Naruto!" I jerked back awake from my daydream to stare at Jiraiya's pissed off dark eyes. "This is the third time today! What the hell is wrong with you?"

I sighed and rubbed my forehead.

I couldn't get her out of my fucking head.

"Well?" He asked, a snarl on his face.

He was an old man to say the least, with long white hair, wrinkles, and wisdom well earned. But he was the world's best damn modern writer. He wrote love stories, though people do argue that it's just porno, you can't argue that he doesn't know what he's writing about. The man's got money. And lots of it.

"Are you going to tell me or what Naruto?"

I reclined my neck onto his sofa and sighed.

His apartment was on the large side, having more than enough money to splurge on it. He had a wrap around sofa, a glass coffee table, two foot stools, a large flat screen television mounted on the wall, a bookcase filled with endless porno DVD's and a fake fireplace.

And that was only the living room.

"It's this girl." I muttered annoyed about telling him.

"Ah, matters of the heart." I felt his tone change from pissed off to intrigued.

Which I don't like in the least.

He may be old, wise, and famous, but he was still a pervert.

"Yeah so I think I'll just cut today's lessons short-see ya." With that I jumped up and darted out the door.

Don't get me wrong, he's a good guy deep down but he is still a fucking pervert, and for some reason, I just don't want him to know about Sakura. At least, not yet.

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I know it's stupid to have her on my mind after only speaking to her for a few minutes but that's what happened.

Instantly, she held my heart.

And for the first time, I didn't want to push myself on her. I wanted her to want to know me.

I wanted her to want to be with me.

I wanted her, to make the first move.

To say, I want to get to know you Naruto.

For the first time in years, I Naruto Uzumaki was nervous because of a girl.

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