A/N: Okay, this is kind of a "blah" type of story meant to poison your mind with dead fluff and stuff. Enjoy.
Nothing interesting ever happens to people… unless you're lucky. It's just plain, dumb luck.
Chapter 1
Undelivered
"Kagura!"
Her cold fingers paused on the keys of her laptop. Her crimson eyes glared in the direction of the offending voice that dared to disturbed her peace.
A fairly tall young man stood a few feet away from where she was perched on a low tree branch. He wore an annoying smirk that she would have loved to be removed if not for the fact she'd had that feeling for over two years.
Dare she say she had gotten used to it? She could only hope the idiot hadn't rubbed off on her.
His high ponytail blew in the chilled breeze and he was wearing a thick winter jacket and heavy boots to protect himself from the snow.
"What do you want?"
"Nice day isn't it, Kagura?" he said with a goofy smile, "Let me help you from that tree."
He wanted something. She was betting every hair on that thick head of his on it.
Too bad… she didn't feel like being generous today… it was too cold…
"Kouga," she addressed him casually, "what now?"
"Well, I was hoping that you could do me a little favor this week," he said, avoiding her piercing glare, "If you're not to busy, that is…"
She turned her back to him.
"No."
"C'mon, Kagura!"
"No."
"You haven't even asked what it was!"
"No, I haven't."
"Please," he pleaded to her back, "We've been friends for two years, can't you just do this little think for me?"
Kagura sighed, "Fine."
Trust him, to use their "friendship" as an excuse.
"Can you cover for me at the post office while I'm gone for the week?" He really hoped she wasn't as cold and heartless as she made out to be.
"Why?" came her dry reply.
"Well, my fiancé wants me to meet her parents up north, so I need someone to cover for me."
"Can't someone else do it?"
"It's Christmas vacation," Kouga said, kicking a rock, "Everyone else is going home or on vacation."
"I see…" she drawled, "So what do I get?"
"This month's paycheck."
It seemed reasonable. She wasn't going anywhere this year. Hell, she didn't go anywhere, ever. Besides, she was unemployed and in serious need of rent.
"Sure, whatever," she said, waving him off and turning back to her laptop.
"Thanks Kagura, I knew I could count on a friend like you!"
"We aren't friends," she replied.
Kouga hadn't heard her. He was already walking in the direction he came from. An ID and a roll of cash lay in the snow.
And to think the dumb guy actually got himself engaged…
Kagura leaned back against the trunk of the tree and resumed her typing.
The place was almost deserted. It was so quiet… it gave her the creeps.
"Err…excuse me, Miss?"
The lady at the desk lifted her head. Her bangs parted to reveal a pair of bright red eyes, almost as bright as the thin red hair band she wore.
It surprised Kagura. Not many people had red eyes aside from herself.
"Oh!" The young woman sat up in her chair, "I'm sorry, what can I do for you?"
"Yeah, well I'm filling in for Yamamoto Kouga for the week," Kagura said, biting her lip, "He's out for the holiday."
"Great! I could use a little of my kind for company!" she exclaimed and got out of her chair.
Kagura didn't quite understand the last part but mentally waved it off.
…My kind?
"Wait, no one else works this shift!"
"Are you kidding!" the young woman said, throwing her arms up in the air, "Those lazy bastards all took the week off!"
"Eh?"
"Oh, sorry," the woman's red lips smiled apologetically as she held out her hand, "The name's Yura. Yoshida Yura."
Kagura took the other girl's hand, "Hitomi Kagura. Pleased to meet you."
The two young women sorted through a large bag of letters in the dimly lit office. Kagura felt strange sitting there with Yura. No one had yet to pay them a visit since noon.
The dimly lit post office was chilled and the heaters were broken.
She shivered involuntarily, before looking back at the front door.
Still no visitors…
"Hey, Yura…" Kagura began, "How come there are so few people? Isn't it Christmas?"
"Dunno," the other girl answered while reading the address of a thick package, "There's only a handful of people who use this place."
"…Why?"
Yura sighed, "There's a new post office down a few blocks from here. They bought this place a while ago, but they haven't done anything with it for so long, you'd think they forgot about us."
"Hmm…"
Yura sighed heavily again, then turned over the heavy box in her hands. She frowned and checked it over once more.
"Shoot," she scowled, "This doesn't have enough stamps."
She dropped the heavy package unceremoniously onto the desk, creating a loud, echoing thump.
It read fragile on the side of the box.
The other girl stood from her seat and stretched, rubbing the soreness from her neck, before making her way over to the stamp machine in the corner.
Yura took out a pair of keys and unlocked it, grabbing a large role of stamps from the machine.
"Yura…" Kagura said looking confused, "What are you doing?"
"Hmm? Oh, just getting stamps," she replied.
"Can we do that?" You're stealing stamps, Yura…
"Hey. It's Christmas, why not? A few good deeds would be appreciated," Yura shrugged, "Besides… then we can make the post office down the block pay for more stamps."
She winked and tossed the roll onto the messy desk.
Yura obviously wasn't too concerned about the people getting the un-mailed letters. She just wanted to piss off a few people for stealing stamps.
Good intentions indeed…
It was getting late.
Kagura looked over to the young woman sitting across from her.
She was a machine.
Yura hadn't taken a single break during their eight hour shift in this almost deserted post office.
One of Yura's hands was passing letters in front of her, while the other had stamps stuck on the fingers. She slapped a generous amount of stolen stamps onto each letter that was passed in front of her, while Kagura sorted them into several different piles.
Kagura looked at the clock again.
It was almost half past six.
Sighing, she stood up and stretched, her wrist knocking over the jar of pens that was sitting on the desk. The contents of the container spilled over stacks of envelopes and some onto the floor. One pen rolled underneath a dusty cupboard.
"I'll get that," she growled at her clumsiness.
Kagura bent down and picked up the pens that fell onto the floor and set them back on the desk. Then she crawled over and peered under the cupboard for the remaining one.
It was all black. She couldn't see anything under the tiny space of the cupboard.
"Hey Yura?"
"What?" came her companion's reply.
"Do you have a flashlight?"
"Just leave it, Kagura. It's only one lousy pen," Yura waved off.
Kagura's cheek touched the cold surface of the tiled floor as she peered through the small opening. Nope. Still couldn't see a thing.
"I dunno, it looked pretty expensive," she said, "I can't see a thing."
"Then stick your hand through and grab it," Yura said before coming behind Kagura and squatting down next to her.
"Ew, no! There could be spiders. I hate spiders!" Kagura stuck out her tongue.
Yura sighed and grabbed a yard stick sitting that the edge of the desk. She handed it to Kagura and folded her arms.
"Ha! I got it!" Kagura exclaimed as she felt the yard stick touch an object.
She slid it out, pressing down on the object and bringing it to their view.
But it wasn't the pen.
It was an envelope. An old, yellow envelope.
Pen forgotten, Kagura turned the envelope over in her hands. It was covered in dust, making Kagura cough.
"Looks like this has been here for a while, huh?" she said, dusting it off.
"Yeah," Yura agreed, having successfully dug out the pen, which was indeed from the boss's desk, "Open it!"
"No!"
"Why not? It's been there long enough and no one seems to miss it," Yura pointed out, "Now open it!"
Kagura stared down at the envelope. It never got to the person it was sent to. Turning it over, she read the faded old writing on the back. There was no return address, merely a name and destination scribbled with great haste in black ink.
She read the name.
"Haku."
End Chapter... wheeeee...
reposting due to editing. wheeeeeeeeee is correct!