DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN IT EVEN IF I WANT TO

AN: waaahhh!!!! a fanfic!!! pleas be kind!..

She was nearly reaching her goal. She can see the bright template of the prize. There she was, running for her life. At last, she can feel the breeze run through her hair. Slowly she reaches out her hand………..

Riiinnngg!!! Rinngg!!!!! Ring!!!!

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep

"beef? I'm not really hungry, thank you."

"…"

Beep. Riinng!!! Beep. Rinnggg!!

"What the hell!!? I can't believe it!! I overslept again!!"

So the alarms went on, yes alarms, with an 's' for plural. She can't wake up with a single alarm clock so she decided to use her cell phone as another alarm clock too, to explain the beep. She was always late. She always rush. Maybe it's really in her nature to be lazy. she had been living on her own for 2 years now. She receives her monthly allowance from her uncle abroad. He was also kind enough to let her stay in one of his houses. She was with her aunt who was the caretaker of the house. Besides the allowance, She didn't want to be so much of a burden for him so she provided herself with a job. It was an ordinary job with a good enough pay.

She was a staff of a pizza chain. Kaboom! Yeah. A pizza chain. Cheap, yes but she really doesn't care as long as she helps her uncle with the financial thingy. She was full time in the pizza store smelling like pepperoni as she gets home. Life was hard for her so she learned how to be hardworking enough to sustain her needs.

she did not notice that she fell off her bed. She quickly stood up, and chanted her ritual.

"Thank you for today and please help me not to run into bad people."

As she said that, she reached out for her alarms to snooze them. She then quickly went to the bathroom for a shivering shower, after that she did all her preparations for work and headed to the store which was fortunately a 3 km walk from their house. She prefers to walk to work so she can maintain a healthy body and she believes that walking is the best exercise.

She arrived at the store and greeted everyone a good morning then she noticed a short-haired girl at the counter. They were 30 minutes before opening time so she still had time to chat. She tapped the girl's shoulder and greeted her a good morning.

"hey Nanami, wanna go ice skating later?" She grinned trying to piss her off.

"oh shut up" was her reply.

"c'mon, cheer up, he's not the only guy in the world" She said. she tried to comfort her knowing that she still can't get over her breakup with her lover.

Nanami is not really the kind of girl who falls in love with just any other good-looking guys. But the butthead was different she says. He looked really different though.

"oh yeah, you can say that because you haven't had the real love since you were born" she snapped.

She flinched. That was half right. Of course she had real love since she was born. She had my parents. They love her. Yeah right, like that was what Nanami was referring to. She really never had any intimate relationship with a guy ever. And she doesn't really plan to. She's still young, love will wait.

"I'll stop now. But can you please smile for me a bit. I hate seeing you down. Aya sure made up another story about your experience but hey, we can look back and laugh at this when time comes right?" She tried another encouraging statement.

"sure, I'll try."

They both smiled. And soon the store opened and the smell of melting cheese filled the kitchen.

Everything was going smoothly.

"Miyu, can you please do a special task for me?" Their manager approached her with the question. "our delivery boy did not show up today and we've got loads of orders. Could you kindly deliver them? You're the only one who can drive the motorcycle. Please? Just this once."

"uh…I guess I could." She answered, still doubting this assignment.

"Great. Here's all that you need" she then handed Miyu with some papers.

Miyu went on with her special assignment and discovered a whole new perspective with the town.

"wow, I didn't know Heiomachi was this big." She said to herself as she sailed the roads with the bright red motorcycle. She still has one last order to deliver. And the address says it's between this and that road.

She arrived at the 2-room apartment which was atop a garage. She got the pizza and treaded the marble stairs. She hypothesized that this abode was for the rich. There were intricate carvings on the railings of the stairs and she was easily marveled by these high class thingamabobs. She rang the doorbell of the 2nd door because it says so on her guide, a scribbled note by her manager. She waited for the doorknob to turn but after a few seconds, sheI rang the bell again. She was not a good waiter.

Then she heard someone. She doesn't know where it came from.

"who is it?" it was husky, kind of sick voice. Like it was speaking through a walkie-talkie

"I'm from the pizza store you ordered from, I'm bringing the pizza" She is not even sure where to talk to. With that, she slipped a smile then imagined herself talking to a kidnapper bringing the ransom money.

"just open… the door and put the thing on top of the coffee table" said the voice. It was having a hard time talking, whoever that is.

"ok" was the only thing she was able to reply before she turned the brass knob and entered a world of cleanliness and light.

All she did was to stare in amazement at the scene beholding my eyes. It was so pure and clean. The walls were transparent and you could see directly outside. It was really great. She left the pizza box on the table and continued to stare. That was when she heard someone coming from behind her.

"haah!!!" She screamed and poised herself for self defense and closed her eyes. She waited for an attack and a thud was the only thing she heard. She opened her eyes and was shocked to see a collapsed body in front of her. She fell down on her knees and covered her mouth. Several big breaths came out from her as She tried reached out her shaking hand to the body which was still breathing for she could see its back go up and down. As she reached its back, she poked it twice. It may be funny a thing for her to do but she need to make sure that it won't bite or won't harm her.

It did not move. She touched it once again, making sure, it's unconscious.

It's unconscious.

What??

It's unconscious??

She panicked, which was an ordinary and the usual reason of someone who was not used to these placed her hand over its back again and tried to feel it. Her hand rested there for a while before she realized that it was a bit warm. She rolled the body over and she heard a moan coming from it. Before her was a man she guessed a bit older than her. He has a handsome face that could steal hearts. His cheeks flushed. Her hands acted on their own and felt the forehead of the man. It was hot. Hell yeah. His temperature was sky high.

She quickly pulled his arms and wrapped them around her shoulders flinging his body beside her. He was heavier than her and she struggled with balance because for a bony and petite person like her, Mr. Fever with a swimmer's body would surely drag her down. She tried her hardest to keep her knees from touching the floor and brought Mr. Fever to the couch. She actually dragged him to the couch. He was shivering. She also noticed through the glass walls that snow started to fall.

"Gosh you're heavy. Do you mind going on a diet?" She jokingly said.

She raided his home to find a blanket and even just a pair of socks to keep him warm. She came upon a door which she I figured was his. It's because it's the only door in that floor with a different paint job. She opened it and went inside. She did not think it was a man's room because she visualize men's bedrooms to be full of clutter and an electric guitar. There was a guitar but it was it was not a gangster type one. She was bewildered for a moment but quickly snapped back to reality. She saw a comforter on a king size bed and decided to use it. She went back to the couch and wrapped him with the comforter. His eyes were still closed.

"There, that should do it"

The man could not clearly see what was happening around him. A blurred figure of a woman with a golden hair was the only thing he can make out. For a minute, he was feeling so cold, then the cold was chased away by a warmth that relaxed his muscles and his breathing. He could hear a voice but could not understand anything the voice says.

Then something rang. Miyu looked around and something was blinking on top of the coffee table. It was a cell phone. Someone was calling Mr. Fever. She decided to answer it.

Click.

"Hello? Whew, I thought I would never get through! I have been calling you for the last 30 minutes! What have you been up to?" the other line spoke very fast that sheI was not able to register everything he said.

"Hello." She answered so simply.

"… wait a minute, is this a girl? Woah! I would have never thought! Way to go bro. Hey miss, who would you might be?"

"uh.." She is not really sure what to say. "Listen, Your friend is sick. He needs help as soon as possible. Could you please see him now?"

"huh? what's this? Are you joking? Look, I'm not a fan of pranks."

"It's not a prank. Please listen to me. Could you please see him? He's sick. Everything will be explained as soon as you get here. Thank you"

"uh..yeah, i'm coming" The other line was still confused but there was something about the lady's voice that made him trust her.

RIING!!

These phone calls were flooding the place. This time it was Miyu's phone.

"hello?"

"Miyu!!! Where are you?? You've exceeded the time! We need you back now!"

"Nanami! Could you please make something up for me? I've got some issues here. oh, please! You're the only one I can count on now" She tried putting on her helpless voice to convince her friend.

The other line sighed but then complied with the heroine's pleas.

"Thank you so much!! free takoyaki when I get back!" She smiled

"Kanata!! What happened to you? you big old bear!! ". A brunette guy shook the other sleeping brunette so vigorously he was stripping him. Miyu grabbed his shoulders and tried to calm him.

"Hey! He's sick you'll make him worse!"

The guy dropped the lifeless body and seated himself next to it. He turned to Miyu who was tying her hair in a knot. Noticing his glare, she stopped and looked at him. They stared at each other until the guy surrendered.

"uhh..May I know who you are?" asked the guy.

"I'm Kozuki Miyu. I delivered the pizza your friend ordered."

"Oh. Well I'm Santa Kurosu. I'm his best friend and.."

His eyes widened.

"What?!? You DELIVERED the pizza? So you're just a delivery boy. I mean, you're a girl so that makes you a delivery..girl?" He questioned her.

This guy was really fond of freaking out every now and then she thought. Judging from his looks, he may be affluent like her sick customer.

"I guess so. Anyway, could you just look after him? I have tasks to do and I've wasted so much time for your friend here." She said getting up.

"Sure no problem. Thanks, Miyu. You're a lifesaver! I would inform Kanata of you." He was tapping his friend who flinched a little. Though he may be sleeping, he was still restless.

"No need. Oh, by the way, he did not yet pay the pizza. You think you could spare him some bills?" I asked him remembering what was really my objective in going to his home.

"Sure!. How much is it?"

After much conversation and signing here and there, I was able to get out of the house and ride back to the store.

"Hey Kanata, I know you're awake." Santa poked the sleeping guy's cheek.

"Back off Santa, I'm trying to rest here." The guy said, his voice still tired.

"Are you okay now?"

"I guess, though i might still need some rest"

"Can I have some pizza?"

"Go help yourself"

"Of course! I payed for it!" He said heading to the table where the pizza is. "You know, this pizza was delivered by a pretty gal." He said raising his eyebrows.

"I know about the 'delivered by a gal' part but I'm not so sure about the 'pretty' part."

Next chapter coming up.!