A young man about the age of 18 was walking in the streets of Konoha

A young man about the age of 18 walked down a street in Konoha village. He wore a long sleeve shirt, a red tie, and held a jacket over his right shoulder. With his gaze constantly in the sky, he walked as if he had not a care in the world.

He wandered past a fancy restaurant with the words 'Valentine's Cuisine' written in a flowing script until he reached the end of the block. There, he raised his arm to call for a taxi. When it arrived, he got in and instructed the driver to put him down two blocks from the nearest park. As the driver drove the young man to his destination, the young man gazed at the moving objects out the window. At least, to him, they were moving.

His cell phone rang; he picked it up and turned it off. His quiet was not to be disturbed. Minutes later, he arrived at his destination and paid the driver.

Still oblivious to his surroundings, he continued his walk into the park. He bumped into a young woman, who seemed to be in the same state as him.

"I'm sorry," they apologized together.

They stared at each other interestingly for a moment, before they parted ways.

As the young man once more walked toward the park, he passed a caterer's office called 'Cherry Blossom's Catering'. Still mindlessly walking towards his destination, he stopped at the edge of a sidewalk as a Nissan skyline GTR zoomed by in front of him with license plate number: 59-432.

He crossed the street. The time was exactly fifteen past one o'clock when he entered the park. Three people sat on the grass on the right after the first bench. They sat on a red and white textile cloth. He walked through the park and looked for a shady bench.

After walking for two minutes, he saw a bench that was to his liking, and walked up to it. As he did he saw the young woman he had bumped into just a while earlier. He went up to her and said, "Hello there stranger, can I have a seat next to you?"

She smirked, "I don't see why not."

"Do you come here often?" he asked. She wasn't half bad looking. Blonde hair, tied into four short spiky ponytails. Blue eyes. Mature expression, but youthful and a bit...dangerous.

"No, not really… my job was getting to me so I decided to come to the nearest park to clear my head a bit." She replied then asked, "What about you? Do you come here very often?"

"Nope," he shrugged. "My reason for coming here is the same as yours."

Then the young woman cell phone rang and she answered it. After talking to somebody that seemed to have pissed her off, she hung up. She organized her scattered possessions back into her bag and stood up.

"Goodbye, stranger." She said as she started to walk away.

His hand shot out and circled her wrist, causing her to stop. He smiled. "When can I see you again?"

She thought it over for a moment then replied, "Meet me tomorrow at a restaurant called 'Valentine's Cuisine' at seven p.m." He released her and she walked off.

The young man sat there and gazed into the sky again, thinking what would happen tomorrow. After fifteen minutes, he got up and left the park. He took out his cell phone and briefly spoke with someone then hung up and took a seat on a bench near the end of the street.

While he sat there a young woman, who looked older with her brown hair in high buns, sat next to him. They sat in utter silence. The young woman's cell phone rang. She answered it, and shouted into the phone for a moment before she hung up looking rather angry.

When the woman mumbled something about a stupid employee and his perverse actions, the young man broke the silence, "Did you fire him?"

"I had to!" She exclaimed, "He was molesting our youngest worker and blamed someone else. I fired an honest man while he continued his actions." She appeared rather frustrated and a little stressed.

Just then, a luxury car came to a stop in front of the two and a man in a black suit exited the vehicle before he bowed. "Your transportation is here, sir."

The young man got up, walked to the car and opened the back door. Pausing he turned to the young woman and asked, "Hey, do you want a ride?"

She raised a slender eyebrow skeptically. "To where?"

He shrugged. "I don't know, where ever you want to go, I guess."

"Alright," She agreed and quickly moved into the car, followed by the young man and the driver.

"Where is your destination, miss?" The driver asked.

"To the 'Tamaki National Bank' please." She replied.

He glanced at her, curious. "Are you the manager, there?"

"Well, you can say that. And what do you do?" She asked.

"I own the 'Namikaze I.T Inc.' and I am the inheritor of another major corporation." The young man replied.

"Which one," she wondered. "There are so many"

The young man looked a bit apologetic, "I'm sorry, I can't say."

She countered. "Can't or won't."

"Wait until you meet my grandfather."

"Wait, are you going to kidnap me?" She said in a joking fashion.

"Not until the third date." He laughed.

The two continued to chat on and on until the driver stopped and said, "Sorry to disturb your conservation but we have arrived, sir and madam."

"I have to go now. Can I see you again?" The young woman asked.

He thought about it for a moment then nodded. "Ok. How does the day after tomorrow...Friday, sound?"

"Alright it's a date; the place will be at Valentines at eight." She said.

"Yeah, I'll look forward to it." He said. She left the vehicle and entered the building.

The driver drove away.

When the driver stopped, the young man assured the driver he did not see anything and gave him two weeks vacation. Then he turned away and entered his building, heading straight to the elevator and ignoring everyone around him. He just wanted to get to his office.

When he exited the elevator, his secretary informed him that his grandfather was in his office waiting for him. She also told him that his grandfather had said that it was important.

Skeptical, he entered the office a slowly, watching his grandfather who turned towards him with a smile. "My boy," said the grandfather. He was an older man with a large wart on his nose and long scraggly spiky white hair. He was also too loud and a bit too large. "I'm sorry to disturb you from your job but I have some interesting news. It seems that the head of Hyuga Inc. wants to start a new business with some stocks from our company and theirs." The smile never left the older man's face as his grandson took a seat in his own chair. "Amazing isn't it."

"But what's the catch?" The young man asked.

"You have to get married to his daughter." His grand father replied as the young man made himself comfortable in one of the large plush chairs around the room.

"Which one?"

"The eldest."

"My, my, my. You and your schemes grandfather. When are you going to stop play matchmaker, huh?"

"I am serious." The grand father replied sternly. "What are you doing this weekend?"

"Nothing really."

"I will get back to you on Friday. So get prepared to leave the country."

"O.k. grandfather." The young man replied disheartened. Then the grandfather got up and left, leaving his grandson resting back in his chair.

He thought towards his for the next couple of days and took out a book to write it down. Still considering, he called his secretary and told her to cancel his schedule for the rest of the day. He got up, took some keys, and exited his office.

Still thinking, he took the stairs and after five flights, and even deeper thoughts, an idea came to him. He ran to his car and sped away, headed towards the Hyuga Inc. building.

There, he went inside and asked to see the manager. For two minutes, he waited and laid out his plan in his head. He wanted everything to be perfect. Finally, his arranged fiancé came out to him. She was young; nearly the same age as himself, and her dark brown hair was long and framed her delicate oval features. When she asked what he wanted, he grabbed her hand and ran with her to the car. They entered the car and stormed off.