Mine

by Powerful-Niya

2022 Halloween Special • Naruhina • Stalker AU • Hurt/Comfort • Dark Naruto • Summary Inside.

1. Mine: Part 1

Introduction

Happy Halloween everyone! I hope you enjoy this long, long Naruhina Halloween special I have for ya!. I worked sooo hard on it and I have been so excited to upload it for you all to finally read it. I know I haven't been updating in a while so I hope this makes up for it!

The one-shot you're about to read is Halloween oriented but the story itself is not set in October. Just to let ya know!

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Oneshot Topic:

Stalker Naruto X Hinata

Rating:

Warning: R Rated. This story is not for young/sensitive eyes or soft hearts. This story is really dark and twisted. Proceed with caution.

Summary:

Young and beautiful, Hinata Hyuga spent her adult days working at a cute little diner in Japan; not too far from her home in fact. Customers always loved her because of how kind and helpful she was. Her beauty was breathtaking. Her intelligence was awe-striking and her overall aura was welcoming to all.

But to one customer, to one man, her kindness was so radiating, so attractive, so life-changing, he began to become obsessed with her as a whole. Everything about her, the mysterious male loved and from there he secretly plotted ways to have the girl be his - forever. And innocent little Hinata didn't expect a thing. Only, until it was too late.

Tags:

Diner AU • Japan • Modern Setting • Waitress AU • Food Aesthetic • Buisessman AU • Wealthy • Stalker AU • Tresspassing • Kidnapping • Dark Themes • Obsession • Obsessive Behavior • Possessive Behavior • Unrequited Love • One-sided Love • Hurt/Comfort • Emotional RollerCoaster • Heavy Angst • Tragedy • Sad • Implied Sexual Assault • Mention Of Oral Sex • Profanity • Drinking • Suspensful • Chilling • Triggering • Secret Messages • Evil • Eerie • OOC • 6 Year Age Gap • POV - First Person • Three Part Special.

One Last Thing:

Comment your thoughts! ;) I want to know what you think about this one shot! Also, please favorite and follow the story!

P.s. Hinata is 23 years old.

Naruto is 29 years old.

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Hinata's P.O.V

'Where am I?'

Such a question of confusion was the first to slip into my foggy brain. The question appeared within inaudibly as I slowly regained consciousness.

My lavender eyes fluttered open revealing how hooded they were. Not a shred of emotion was expressed within my once jolly orbs as I tried to fight through the fog of somnolence that has crippled my unresponsive body.

Dark circles now engraved my sweaty, dreary skin and replaced the makeup that once colored my eyelids. Such makeup — eye liner, eye shadow, foundation, and lipstick — was now either smeared across my pale skin, covering my cheeks and eyelids or faded away completely.

My heartbeat increased, faster and faster within my chest as my body slowly awakened from a comatose state, slowly coming back to reality.

'Where am I?'

Such a question surfaced again, but the inner voice within my brain spoke the question louder which managed to snap me fully awake.

My eyes cracked open wider, wide enough to come in contact with a smooth but dark floor, a color that could be depicted as black.

But my vision was flawed at the moment due to how blurry it was. My head felt heavier than ever, as I lay fully on a floor of an unknown location.

My world seemed to spin in circles as the disoriented sensation I felt threatened to render me unconscious once more.

I closed my eyes, shutting them very tight. Once. Twice.

I opened and closed my eyes repeatedly and steadied my breathing, allowing myself to settle down and revert to a condition where I was able to decipher my surroundings.

I have to. I just have to.

It took a moment to collect myself before I finally opened my eyes fully, now with the dizziness sensation I once suffered from rendered mild.

I was still quite out of it but I used the newfound energy I conjured up to now pull my body up to a sitting position.

Slowly.

With a pace that could rival a slow turtle trotting down a pathway, I pull my body up, doing so carefully.

I winced as I felt my aching bones, my numb limbs, and my overall exhausted body protest due to my rather abrupt movement. But because I moved my upper body forward in a slow momentum, I was able to cope with the discomforting sensations I felt.

After I was done with my rather strenuous task, I let out a shaky sigh.

Now, in a sitting position, I decided to take a moment to look around. I relied on my senses to help me pinpoint my current location.

First, I used my sense of smell in order to pick up my surroundings. But once I gave the air a soft but subtle sniff with my nose, I instantly regretted it.

I gagged mere seconds later after my folly action of smelling the air. I recoiled as well, my soft facial features scrunching up in disgust.

Oh my kami. What is that smell?

The strong stench of smoke and ash was the first to overwhelm me. The smell was so strong, so empowering that I felt as if I was currently sitting before a fire, obliviously breathing in the fumes from the dangerous but natural element.

Just taking in just a whiff of such a peculiar scent, burned both my throat and nose, now burning as if fire was now coursing through my sinuses and incinerating me from the inside out.

The extremely strong smell was very debilitating as it tried all its might to take the rest of the air away from me, air that lay settled within my fatigue lungs, doing so with the capability of ending me.

But I fought against it. I fought against such a smell with all of my might.

I held my breath frequently to try to deal with such a potent smell, to block it from slithering within my bodily system again, and instead, I relied on my next sense.

My sight.

I turned my head slowly as I sat on the dark floor, a floor that was oddly smooth and clean. Such a floor expanded on only for a bit because the room I was currently occupied in was not that big.

A room-sized as a square; A box-shaped room.

Within the dark room, only a twin-sized bed was present, positioned only inches away from my person, rooted behind me. Such a bed was quite sodden and pitiful for it was made out of dark, chipped wood.

Such a material looked old and worn out because the legs of the bed looked to be hanging on by a thread, with many wooden splinters poking out of place.

The bed looked even more miserable given it only contained a thin pillow on top, a pillow that seemed to lack the proper amount of cotton inside it and blue sheets draped on top, sheets that were certainly not well equipped enough to keep a person warm.

I visibly grimace upon seeing such a bed before me, a bed I know for sure I was not familiar with.

I've never seen such a bed before in my entire life.

Shakily and quite frankly, frighteningly, I turned my head to further inspect the oddly silent room, my teary lavender pupils slipping over to the left.

There, I saw that there was only one window which was present in the room, positioned at the very top of the ceiling, a few inches to the left of the bed in the room.

The sunlight from the outdoors shone through the little entrance way of the window making a direct hit to my eyes. I squinted them out of instinct, to shield my already distorted vision from the intense rays of the raging sunlight. The sun shone down upon me as if beckoning me to get up, to rekindle with it and feel its heat upon my skin, upon my cold, scrawny body up close and personal.

I'd love to. I want to.

B-B-But...

My breathing began to increase as I just took the moment to silently inspect my surroundings and come to grasp how dangerous my situation truly was.

Four walls stood like boulders all around me, trapping me in this miniature space, rendering me to remain just where I was and go nowhere else.

My head whipped around frantically, causing my damp midnight blue hair to slap against my cheeks, making its presence known. Currently, my hair lies up in a messy bun, a cute hairstyle I usually place it in given my choice of work but now...

My hairstyle was atrocious.

My hair was now straggly, many strands slipping from the pinned bun on the top of my head to instead drap down my face and tickle my cheeks.

I used my widened eyes to look at every corner, every nick and cranny of the nightmarish room I was currently in. A room that looked quite like...

A basement.

My franticness increased upon that realization.

I whipped my head further over, directing it to the right side of the room but once I did such an action, my neck suddenly protested. A whimper of surprise escaped my lips as I felt a dull pain shoot from the right side of my neck.

As a reaction, I threw my hand up to clutch my injured neck, using three of my fingers to press against my skin in a frenzy to see why I felt such pain.

I couldn't see much in the room I was in. The areas in the room where the sun's rays could not reach were instead ruled by tenebrous shadows, ones that limited my ability to see the room and its entirety.

To be truly honest, the shadow areas were so dark I wouldn't know if someone was standing there, watching me within such darkness.

I shuddered in fear, quickly moving my eyes away from the areas that were just too dark. The room was scary and it certainly wasn't a room I've seen before in my entire life.

It's a basement. I'm in someone's basement!

I began to panic even more, my mind once more resorting to the same dark explanation of my reality. It was the only conclusion I could think of, to come up with.

My face scrunched up as I felt the waterworks begin to surface. My face began to tighten as a sob of devastation sought to burst its way out of the confines of my lips, surfacing from my soul.

"Oh k-kami. Where am I? What's going on?" I voiced out in an airy whisper, doing so in agony. My voice was so meek and quiet, I'm sure it could rival that of a mouse squeaking within a room with numerous chatter going on about. The back of my throat felt dry so it was hard to talk or utter a single word.

But that certainly wasn't on my mind.

Continuously, my fingers lightly jabbed against my throat in a desperate fashion in search of my injury.

The entire right side of my neck was sore and achy which made moving it become exceedingly difficult. My fingers steadily pressed around my neck only to brush past a small hole that was pierced inside my skin, just inches below my jawline.

The hole was very tiny and quite masked against my pale skin but the pain that emitted from it due to my touch was hard to bypass.

My lavender eyes widened once I touched over such an injury. I moved my fingers in a circular motion in order to detect the exact size of the mysterious hole was, now with knowledge of the injury that I shockingly possessed. But how? By who? By what?

As I familiarized myself with my new injury, my other hand lay flat on the floor, all fingers sprouted, in order to hold my body up on its bottom. My lavender eyes now lie fixated on the steel door before me which held a small glass window at the very top of it, one where only outsiders could look within.

The door was very tall, stiff and sturdy, and the little window was located only centimeters away from the ceiling, far surpassing my height of 5'3.

So there was no way I was able to look in the window to identify what was on the other side of the steel door. Not even if I jumped.

So that thought vanished as soon as it came, leaving me with more thoughts to battle with.

A gulp slipped down my throat as my mind slowly began to piece back together the passed night.

How last night ended was a blur to me. Recalling last night was just as difficult as standing at the moment.

I couldn't recall a thing. I couldn't move an inch. In fact, I couldn't feel my legs at all because a numbness sensation seemed to have a hold of them, rendering such body parts useless at the moment which was incredibly bad news.

But the numbness of my legs wasn't what I was worried about at the moment.

My injury was. My memory was.

The more I pressed my fingers over my injury — the mysterious small hole of misery within my neck, the more the empty patches that were found within my memory began to fill up again.

The hole in my neck was a pinch size, a size that could rival a grain of salt or sugar.

Only one thing and one thing only was capable of making such a discreet hole within the flesh of a human.

A syringe.

A cry of devastation slipped out of my gaping mouth as I sat and tried to deal with the little bit of information I had managed to obtain due to just the use of my senses.

I was drugged. I was kidnapped. Now I'm in someone's kami forsaken basement!

Instantly, more wails escaped my mouth as panic came back full circle to overpower me and my every emotion. My body began to let off a severe tremor as I sat in a state of peril, screeching and crying over and over again.

This can't be happening! Not to me! It can't!

I pulled my hands up to grip my head, using my now dirty fingernails to scrape against my midnight blue bangs as wet hot tears slipped down my mucky face.

"No! No, a-ahh!" I wailed in agony, my soft features scrunching up as I felt firsthand my freedom slip away from me and out of the window. The walls to my entire world began to crumble on top of me and suffocate in the process.

Flashes of my wondrous life appeared before my very eyes like a movie, along with the many people in my life, people that would be devastated to know that I had gone missing, that I had vanished..

That if I were to die...

Another cry of agony escaped my lips and I pulled my hands away from my head to instead cradle them to my chest, right over the diner uniform I still wore from leaving work a couple hours ago.

I lowered my body back down to the floor until my forehead touched it, now settling in a slumped position. And there in such a pose of helplessness, I did nothing but cry. I wailed. I screamed. I yelled out. I punched the floor with all of my might and I hollered.

I let out all the grief I felt, all the fear, all the despair, doing so by crying, screaming and punching the floor. Many thuds erupted out into the room as I slammed my fists below with no intention of stopping or slowing down for anything, not even because of pain.

Many minutes passed and I spent those minutes crying my heart out and denying my current situation.

No. This can't be. This has to be some sort of dream. A trick! A prank!

All the grief, fear and despair I felt managed to give my body a boost of adrenaline, enough energy and strength to get my body back up on its feet.

There, out of a desperate fit, I rushed over towards the giant steel door before me, my legs wobbling and shaking underneath me. But I didn't let my legs get in the way of pleading my way out of here, to figure out further what the hell was going on.

I let out a sob before crashing my body against the steel door which didn't budge at all against my 120 pound weight. A massive thud, however, was made which rippled through the air and filled up the entire area.

Soon the sound of my fists against the door did too.

With choked up croaks and sobs, I threw my fists forward to pound the life out of the unmoving door before me, planting my knuckles against the steel metal over and over, "Help! Help! Someone help please!" I screamed out on the top of my lungs, screaming until my throat burned. My vision was clouded by the many wet tears that covered my eyes. The dark, murky gray of the steel door was all I could see but that didn't bother me.

I threw my fists against the door again, biting back from wincing as I felt the skin over my knuckles break and bruise.

But I ignored it. I ignored it all.

I just continued to plead.

I pulled my body up on my tiptoes to pull myself closer to the square window over my head, to perhaps project my voice so I could be heard. I then screamed as loud as I could, "Please, let me out! I-I-I can give you m-m-money! You can have e-everything I own, just please, let me go! Please don't hurt me! Please!"

Silence.

It was oddly quiet, inside the prison I was in and that goes for outside of it too. I couldn't hear any footsteps, breathing, or talking from anyone. There was nothing but the bone-chilling sound of...

Silence.

Hearing nothing but the silence was enough to drive me mad, my sob's growing louder and louder due to the fact all of my pleas were ignored, all the hope of being answered and set free was diminished leaving me to suffer from defeat and denial.

I whimpered, throwing myself away from the door to instead turn my shaky being around to face the rest of the room.

I breathed out a deep breath, a shaky one to get rid of the lightheadedness that began to creep over me.

My heart felt at the moment as if it was going to beat straight out of my chest, beating like a drum. The organ was beating so loud, I now felt it beating against my throat.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

It was the only sound that ruled the quiet place, the only sound that was heard at the given moment. My pleas were silent, my cries were tamed and the culprit that has put me in such a horrific predicament was deliberately keeping their appearance and voice hidden away from me.

But that's when it hit me.

I began to remember bits and pieces from my past, important pieces, and words that have led up to current events. Such important factors came to me in fragments upon trying to recall the mysterious culprit behind all of this — my potential kidnapper.

Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Cool Cologne. ¥10000 yen tip. Secret message. Stalker...

Standing by the door while trying to get my brain to jumpstart, to wake up in order to use my wit to get out of this place happened to actually run in my favor.

Now that I was unconscious, more than a few minutes now, and the mysterious drug that was once coursing inside my body had now waned off, my memories of before began to slowly come back.

Piece by piece I began to remember just how events have led up to current ones and I was now actively waiting upon my seat to know just what the hell is going on.

But while I did so, while I relied on my memory to fully come back, I couldn't shake off how weak my body had gotten.

All the crying, all the abrupt movement, and the action of banging against an immovable object have taken a lot of energy out of me, more so than I expected.

My eyes grew hooded once more, my body growing sluggish. My lavender eyes glanced over at the only bed in the room, a bed that looked on the verge of crumbling to pieces any minute. I visibly grimaced, my body shuddering in disgust.

I'm definitely not lying on that thing.

I wanted nothing more than to lie down, to use this time while it was quiet to think of past events.

My lavender eyes leveled back down to the floor, the same area that I was previously lying on...

I let out a sigh of defeat.

I guess I have no choice.

So with that, I took my spot back upon the floor, kneeling my drained body down so I took on a lying position, to rest my body and allow myself to think, to focus...

To remember...

-Two Weeks Before-

Wednesday, April 22

3:35 P.M.

"Hinata-chan, another customer has requested you!"

The sound of pots and pans, the sizzling of a stove, and the clatter of alcoholic glasses echoed across the vast air within a cozy area. The rapid ding of a bell reverberated off the walls and windows, thanks to the cooks. The bell sound was one that informed the waitresses of finished orders, orders which were ready to be distributed.

The immense chatter of happy people in a small diner, centered within the heart of Japan, filled up the place causing joy, warmth, and interconnection to impact everyone around.

A smile slid across my pale face as my ears picked up the sound of my coworker calling my name, directing me to a table within the fine diner I was in, a table that was filled with people who yearned for my presence.

The diner was small but at the given moment possessed loads of people who filled up every seat, every booth, and every chair.

The walls of the diner were covered by nude-colored plywood which was then covered with solid brown paint. Booths of brown possessed wide tables and cushion seats situated themselves by windows. Such booths were all positioned behind the other one, rooted in a vertical row.

The windows beside the booths were all covered by brown blinds, to give customers privacy.

In the middle of each table, there was a clear vase filled with plum blossoms, to further spruce the place up.

Walking into the diner, one would see the numerous booths, all located on both sides of the front entrance. The many booths were positioned in a line and worked away from the entrance, leaving room for all of Japan's people to sit and eat as they pleased.

Before the front entrance was where a long sit-down counter was positioned where bar stools were pulled up to, so people could sit and share a drink or two.

Behind the long counter was where the bartenders usually stood to make drinks, take orders and pass out food that was given to them by the cooks. Kiba Inuzukua and Shino Aburame are the two bartenders' names.

Both Shino and Kiba deal out drinks, spark up conversation, and overall keeps the individuals sitting at the bar entertained. Kiba, however, takes the orders that are given to him to report them back to the cooks.

Shino, on the other hand, passes out finished dishes from the cooks who were instead kept within a door behind where the bartenders stood. The cooks never emerged from such a door. The bundle of hardworking folks remained hidden where they busily cook food of culture for Japan's people.

But once Shino receives the cooked dishes, he rings a bell on the front counter to alert the waitresses. Me and Sakura Haruno.

As waitresses, it is important for Sakura and me to serve all people that step through the doors of the diner. Through the doors of Ureshi Udon; my precious, precious workplace.

Sakura and I seat the many people that enter Ureshi Udon, take their orders, offer them their chosen beverages, and soon after their meals. It is our top mission to make all consumers happy and satisfied every second they attend our diner.

It was a mission of mine I never failed to accomplish. I work very hard to make every customer that enters our establishment smile.

So with a welcoming smile on my own face, I zoomed down the walkway within Ureshi Udon, passing other individuals that were sitting in booths, busy either chatting or eating their meals.

It was now after noon, so most people were ordering lunch.

My sneakers scurried on forward, thudding against the wooden floor to make my way over to the booth that needed me, a booth that Sakura, my coworker, had informed me needed my assistance.

On my body, I currently wore a diner work uniform, one that consisted of a white long-sleeved shirt, and a collared one that was buttoned up along the front. For my bottoms, I wore black khakis with a matching black waist apron wrapped around my waist, draping over my work pants. For my shoes, I was permitted to wear white laced sneakers which were quite comfortable I should add.

My entire uniform was very comfy and easy to move around in. I do so much traveling around the entire diner, I was happy to say that my uniform was very fitting and quite satisfying.

My long midnight blue hair was pulled up into a high bun, a usual hairstyle I place my hair in to keep it out of my face and out of customers' food. Having hair pulled up in the workplace was a crucial food and safety procedure to follow in order to keep the establishment welcoming, clean, and safe.

My smile grew the more I took in the lovely place around me, with many decorations hanging up such as lanterns, wall flowers, and posters. Soft koto and shakuhachi music played in the background, from stereos that hung up in the corners of the diner.

The place was very vibrant and welcoming, and many decors were present to bring a Japanese aesthetic vibe to the place and also entertain the customers as they waited for their food. There were so many attractions to see, it was easy to get lost in it all.

As my feet took me forward, the smile on my face never wavered, my body passing a couple of more booths before I finally stepped before the one I had my eye on.

After passing three booths, my cheerful lavender eyes landed on a woman with short brown hair, an ear-length cut hairstyle, along with her two children. Two Boys.

The little family was now seated in an empty and clean booth, thanks to Sakura, now with the restaurant's menus in hand so as to be informed of what is all cooked and served here at Ureshi Udon.

Currently, the two young boys sat on the opposite side of the woman, on my right side while busily drawing on a fun little coloring page the diner provided for children. The two seemed to be playing a game of tic-tac-toe, drawing O's and X's on a grid of nine squares with crayons.

I smiled faintly at the sight of the smiles on their little faces before turning my attention to the adult at the table, one that easily instilled a familiar sensation over me due to her appearance.

I gasped in surprise, jerking forward, "Is that you, Keiko-san? Oh my kami, hi! It's so good to see you again!" I exclaimed in glee, remembering precisely the young woman before me who was in fact a regular at Ureshi Udon. She was a very familiar face, with a very familiar order.

She giggled at my cheerful acknowledgment before bowing her head, allowing her long bang to slip forward briefly. The young woman wore a beautiful 'Toyama' Japanese blouse which came in the color of navy blue, along with numerous brown birds decorating the entire top. The woman currently has her blouse tucked in high-waisted black pants, and a large black belt extended over the front of her pants with belt loops.

I couldn't see her shoes from where I stood due to the booth's table which blocked the lower half of her body but overall, the young woman looked very beautiful. Beautiful as always.

She pulled her head forward to smile, her features brightening up due to my presence, "It is a pleasure to see you again as well, Hinata-san. One of the main reasons I come to this establishment so often is because of your kindness and of course, your fine conversation." She leaned forward to giggle, my head moving deeper toward her to listen better. But as the woman spoke, the smile on my face continued to grow and grow.

"The food is so lovely too. Ugh, it's to die for." She exclaimed in amazement, afterward letting out a sigh of bliss.

We both shared a laugh due to her amusing comment before I pulled my hand into the pocket of my waist apron to grab a pen and my notepad. I clicked the pen open with my thumb finger, my warm lavender eyes glancing briefly over at her children who occasionally gave me awe-striking looks.

I giggled at that before turning back over to Keiko, "I am certainly flattered, Keiko-san. I take it you're ordering the usual, yes? The... Buta-No-Shogayaki - the ginger pork?" I asked, relying on my memory which managed to recall Kekio's usual order. I was quite good at remembering my customers' orders. I feel much more connected to them as I do. Overall, my memory was remarkable, I could remember over twenty individual orders along with their faces and names. I could say I was a pretty observant gal so remembering my surroundings and the individuals that are around or before me comes naturally to me.

Having that skill has made me a very proficient worker. A reliable one too. I get things done fast, keeping the rotation of the diner at a constant speed.

Customers come in, order, eat and leave to make room for more customers.

That skill of mine is exactly the reason why the diner runs so smoothly. I have to give myself credit for my hard work.

It wasn't easy after all.

Upon my recollection of remembering her order, a huge grin spread across Kekio's pale face and she nodded happily, pulling her hands up to clap them together in glee, "Ah yes! Oh my kami, it amazes me that you remember my order. Bless your heart!" She complimented me in excitement for she was deeply amazed by my talent.

I bowed my head in response, showing her my respect for her astonishment.

But the woman was soon speaking again, ordering as I once initiated her to, "I'll have that, along with cabbage and rice for my sides. And my precious boys will have," She pointed at her two children who seemed to come alive at the sound of her finally ordering food.

The two pumped their fists in the air, doing so with their crayons lodged within their small hands, "Beef Ramen Stew!" The two brown-haired boys shouted in unison, both harboring smiles of excitement and enthusiasm on their faces.

The two boys were so cute, I couldn't help but giggle.

"Oh yes, that's a fantastic choice, lovelies," I responded back sweetly while taking the moment to jot down the orders Keiko and her sons have given me, my pen moving fast across my notepad. It took only seconds to have their orders written on my notepad, for I abbreviated a few words in order to help speed up the writing process before picking my head up again.

There, I saw both of her son's faces lighten up at the sound of my previous compliment. The little boy that sat further to the window, within the inside of the booth, Kei, spoke first. A large smile stretched across his small, chubby face, his brown bangs sweeping along his face to slightly cover his joyful eyes. "Thanks for the compliment Hinata-!"

"Ah, ah." Keiko stopped Kei right in his tracks, giving him a stern look of warning, "That is not the proper way you acknowledge adults, Kei. What are we missing-?"

"San." Kei blurted out before turning back to me, now using his manners to acknowledge me properly. The young boy nodded, gripping the edge of the table before me as he leaned over it, "Thanks for the compliment, Hinata-san." He corrected obediently which was a sight that made me melt, my free hand falling back to clutch my chest, just over my fluttering heart. It was a grand moment where a mother initiates a teaching moment with her child, informing the child the right way to go about performing a certain task or duty.

It was the most beautiful thing to witness.

I tilted my head, cooing softly, "You are most certainly welcome, sweetie. It's true, you two are lovely-" I stopped my words briefly to smile at the other boy that was sitting much closer to me, Kouki, before speaking on, "I believe both of you, Kei and Kouki, will one day make your mother very proud. Just keep being sweet, smart and open-minded. Never stop learning, not even if you believe yourself wise already. Continue to learn even more and never give up on your dreams no matter what." I advised both seven-year-old boys informatively, giving them advice that they should most definitely hold on to. It will most certainly change their lives for the better.

But with the twinkle in their eyes and the sight of their gaping mouths, it would seem I will have no worries about them not remembering my advice. My words seemed to impact them in a way that shocked them entirely.

Kouki blinked rapidly, gasping, "W-Woah. That was very deep, Hinata-san!" He acknowledged which caused Kei to join in, his body scooting towards me within his seat, unknowingly bumping into his brother.

"And smart!" He shouted out enthusiastically.

"And mind-blowing! My brain has just exploded!" Kouki's voice rose higher within the diner as his excitement began to get the better of him. He pulled his hands toward his head, positioning them to resemble a duck's beak, all fingers pressed together right upon his temples.

And there, he pulled his fingers away, extending them even wider and as he did so, he mimicked the sound of an explosion with his mouth.

"Boom!"

The laughs that escaped my mouth felt great to my soul. The three individuals that were in front of me were surely making my day.

And the three smiled for they felt great to see me smile, to see that they bring happiness to their favorite person.

I let out a sigh of bliss before giving the two boys an ecstatic smile, one that revealed my pearly whites, "Oh you two are so cute. I'm glad that I could spread a bit of knowledge. Ya know what they say, our kids are the future. I just love to help-ooh-" I stopped my words right in their tracks to turn back to Keiko who was just sitting and watching the pleasing scene play out before her.

I cleared my throat, to get her attention before pulling up my notepad again, "Speaking of help, what can I offer you three to drink along with your delicious meals?

"Fruit punch!

"Yeah, fruit punch!"

Now hyper, the two boys blurted out their drink order without hesitation which caused another giggle to slip through my pink, plump lips. I quickly wrote down the boys' beverages on my notepad before turning to Keiko, who was busy thinking.

She hummed lowly to herself as she ran her eyes over the back of her menu, just where the beverages were located.

She pulled her finger down the page to tap on one particular beverage. She pulled her head up when she finally decided what to drink, "I'll just have green tea, nothing too fancy."

"Alrighty. Green tea it is." I responded back as I scribbled down her order on my notepad, doing so right underneath her main order.

Once I took everyone's order, I made sure to ask one more question, one that I find important to ask.

I pulled my head up to smile at Keiko, "I now have all of your orders written down but I want to ask you if I can help you all with any appetizers? Maybe miso soup? Clear soup? Egg rolls? Buttered rolls?" I asked politely, throwing out a few popular choices for appetizers that seemed to interest Keiko.

She looked over at her boys who seemed to be nodding frantically at her, beckoning her to order... I suppose something I mentioned.

Keiko let out a sigh, "Alright, boys, you win. I'll get you two those buttered rolls you like so much."

"Yay!

"Yay! Mom, you're the best!"

Keiko giggled before turning back to me, pointing at my notepad, "Buttered rolls are fine." She ordered last and I wrote it all down in response.

I nodded, "Sounds great. I will bring out your appetizer and your drinks shortly. Your meal will come soon after." I informed them sweetly, giving each individual before me a heartwarming smile.

The three positive individuals gave me one as well which melted my heart.

"Thank you, Hinata-san. Incredible service as always." Keiko complimented me with a wink which brought a blush to my cheeks. I dropped my notepad and pen back into the pocket of my waist apron to move forward in order to grab the three menus that were on the table, to confiscate them, and clear the space for them, "Oh how sweet! I am so glad I could be of assistance to you three. It means so much." I acclaimed profoundly before pulling all menus within my arms, cradling the oversized books to then bow at my customers.

Afterward, I scurried off, leaving Keiko and her son's side to do countless other things.

With a new order now in my possession, it was very important for me to take it to Kiba, the bartender responsible for relaying orders back to the cooks. Getting the order as quickly as possible keeps the cycle going and gets the cooks right on the order to prepare it as quickly as possible.

So, I hurriedly rushed to the bar, walking down the walkway to do so. My lavender eyes scanned the area briefly and I spotted Sakura currently tending to her side of the diner. The left side.

She walked from booth to booth, now asking all those that sat there if they needed anything or needed any help ordering. She kept everyone satisfied as I remained on my side of the diner to take orders. The right side.

With the help of my vigorous feet, I walked up to the bar, quickly excusing myself from the people that were sitting there to place the menus on the bar table.

I smiled faintly at the sight of Kiba and Shino as they worked. Kiba was positioned on the far right side of the bar while pouring a bottle of sake inside a glass for an older male in brown.

Shion was positioned on the far side of the bar to my right while giving two plates full of food to a couple sitting at the bar.

Kiba, was the one to notice my presence first and he perked up when he did, his brown eyes darted over to land upon me. And as soon as he saw me standing before the bar, waiting for him, his facial features lit up.

"Ahh, Hinata-chan, you got another order for me?" He cheered out in glee before wrapping up assisting his customer to scurry over to my position by the bar before him.

I nodded, pulling my now free hands into my waist apron's pocket to fetch my notepad.

With a rip of the first paper there, I pulled off Keiko's and her two son's orders to give to Kiba, who took it without hesitation.

"Yep! It's a special guest so get right on to it, please. I'm counting on you, Kiba-kun." I playfully replied which caused Kiba to chuckle. But he nodded at me, giving me a toothy grin, one of amusement.

"Will do, Hinata-chan. Will do." He responded back before taking a few steps, doing so backward. He gave his shoulders a shrug, now holding the note with the order I just took upon it in his hand. Kiba smirked smugly, tossing his arms far away from his body, "Heh, when have I ever let ya down, Hinata-chan?"

After his quite egotistical comment, Kiba left the bar quickly in order to enter through the doors behind him, to notify the cooks of the new order I've taken down, leaving me to watch the male leave.

Kiba was an optimistic man, a hardworking one who I have relied on plenty while working here at Ureshi Udon. He could be quite egoistic and boastful as well as overconfident at times but that was a side of him I always find quite amusing.

The male possessed spiky brown hair along with brown-slitted eyes, a feature of his that I once thought was quite creepy. But after working alongside him for three years straight, that particular detail of his has become something that I have grown used to.

The brown-haired male had light skin, a color which was a great contrast to my pale skin.

On the regular, Kiba wore the men's styled uniform that is provided here at Ureshi Udon. The male wore a white long-sleeved shirt, collared the same as Sakura and my own, black khakis but with a long black apron draped on top of his entire uniform.

His attire was different from the female workers here at Ureshi Udon but his uniform still matched the same color scheme. Overall, his uniform was also very comfortable, and kept out of his way as he served food and drinks.

Comfortable uniforms are a blessing for all of us.

I smiled to myself before setting the menus on Kiba's side of the bar so that when comes back, he could add them to the rest of the stack on his side.

But that only alerted Shino, the other bartender that attended the bar. The dark-haired male moseyed on over in a cool stride, flashing his covered eyes toward me.

Upon his eyes, the pale man wore shades to cover that particular feature of his. The young man wore the same men-styled uniform as Kiba did, along with the long black apron fitting upon his frame.

Shino was a soft-spoken lad, a male that was more calm, cool, and collected, a great contrast to Kiba's high-spirited and wild personality.

Not once have I ever seen Shino ever stressed out or overwhelmed. He seemed to take every task that was thrown at him with no problem at all, accomplishing everything Japan's people gave him with ease.

Shino was a great friend to talk to when having a bad day. He always knew just what to say to make me feel better. He gives the best advice.

So with a small smile found on his face, he moved over to Kiba's side of the bar to grab the menus I placed down, not doing so without nodding at me, to address me, "Another requested customer, eh?"

My smile grew wider, a blush tainting my cheeks, "Y-Yeah. It's my twelfth one today."

"Mhm. That's interesting, indeed." Shino shot back lowly, his head turning over towards the pink-haired woman on the left-hand side of the diner. Shino clicked his tongue, "Sakura doesn't have as many requested customers as you do. I wonder why-?"

"Shh, Shino-san." I put up one finger to my lips to silence the black-haired man before me who grew confused by my rather abrupt action of shushing him. Did I mention Shion could be quite blunt?

I turned my head discreetly to spare Sakura a glance who was positioned on the further end of her side of the diner, talking to another customer. I sighed in relief before turning back to the confused Shino.

I giggled nervously, "Listen, Sakura-chan's quite subconscious about that so I wouldn't speak about it. I don't want her to hear. I shook my head, "It's not a competition of who gets requested more than the other one so let's not look at it as such, alright? Let's keep p-peace in the workplace-"

"But I'm still confused." Shino shot back with the same gruff tone as before. His voice remained the same volume and sound, never once changing. Shino grabbed the menus before him, stacking them up so all menus stood up on the table in his hands. Shino gasped, "Ah! I think I know why-"

"Shino-san, I am not having this conversation with you." I groaned out, desperately wanting the male to move away from such a disheartening subject. Sakura was a great worker with a fantastic personality.

She was a bubbly, friendly individual that possessed pink hair, jade eyes, and a smile as pretty as pink blossoms. Never once has she ever had any controversy with the people of Japan or delivered bad service. No.

She was a diligent worker, just as the rest of us were, so yes, I often wondered why she didn't get as many customers to specifically request her assistance. It's just a mystery.

A mystery I have no intention of solving.

So with that, I patted the table before Shino, to further pull him out of his thoughts, "How about we get back to work, Shino-san? Japan is throwing all it's got at us today, we have to be sufficient." I declared with a confident huff which managed to pull a grin on Shino's face.

He bowed at me, lowering his head briefly, "Yes, you are right, Hinata-chan. Excuse my inefficiency. I'll get right back to work."

Those words were the last ones he said before he moved the menus in his hands to a stand below the bar, placing them on the rest of the stack of menus that were there. Afterward, he began to tend to the bar again, ending our conversation.

I smiled as I briefly watched him work before leaving. I didn't leave completely without exchanging a few cheerful words with the people sitting at the bar before moving on, to venture off to tend to my side of the diner.

I walked down the aisle and on the way, I asked numerous questions to every person that sat in the booths on my side. Questions such as...

"Is everything going alright?"

"Do you two need anything?"

"How are you enjoying your meal?"

"Any refills?"

"Oh, do you need more napkins? I'll get on that right away!"

I scurried around the entire building, giving out napkins, refills, and utensils to those who need them. I fetched Keiko and her son's drinks from the bartenders, carrying all three glasses upon a circular tray, balancing it as I walked.

It took only seconds to distribute the drinks to them before I left, due to the ring of the bell which my ears picked up.

"Appetizer! Buttered rolls!"

"Appetizer! Two Miso soups!

Kiba and Shino shouted and in response, both Sakura and I ventured across the small diner to retrieve the now-cooked appetizers for our customers.

Kiba and Shino slid the trays toward the end of the bar which was nothing but a flat surface, made specifically for distributing food back and forth.

Sakura grabbed her tray that had two bowls of miso soup on top while I grabbed the tray that had a pan of steaming buttered rolls on top.

Due to how busy we were, Sakura and I only exchanged smiles before we hurried off to give the food we now have to our hungry customers.

My entire shift was just like that.

Seat customers, take orders, and give orders to bartenders. Fetch drinks, appetizers, and meals from them in return then give them all to the waiting customers on the floor.

It was a hard job, one that takes fine endurance, patience, perseverance, dedication, and the ability to think on your toes.

It was a job that can get one to sweat immensely. It was a job that takes loads of energy and brain power. My job was tough but I am even tougher.

Hours and hours passed and slowly but surely the diner began to grow more and more vacant. As Ureshi Udon slowly crept closer to closing time, many people began to stop showing up, leaving only a handful of people to occupy the diner.

The clock now struck, 7:40 p.m, an hour and twenty minutes from closing time. By now, we employees were totally stumped for the day.

Shino and Kiba were steadily watching the clock, waiting for it as it grew closer and closer to 9 pm.

The cooks were still vigilant because they were determined to finish off the day strong, just as Sakura and I were determined to do.

So yet again, I found myself before another kind customer, one that was an older male. An elder. The male wore a black newsboy hat over his short gray hair, along with a black shirt with a blue-collar to cover his torso. For his pants, he wore light khakis to finish the attire.

He wore glasses which he used to read the menu he held, his eyes scanning the open book quite slowly.

"I-I'll have the uh..." He paused so he could pull his head closer to the menu so his eyes could read another set of words on the page.

I smiled faintly at him, waiting patiently for him to order. But as I did so, I lowered myself to point at an order on his menu, the right-hand side of the book where soups were located.

"To assist you, sir, I believe you should try our Japanese soup bowls." I tapped on a particular soup that was listed on the page, one that I think the stumped elderly man would be interested in.

All the while, my smile never wavered, "Here, is the Nabeyaki Udon, which is a soup that contains soft udon noodles along with sliced chicken, fish cake, and mushrooms. The vegetables within the soup are cooked in a Japanese earthenware pot called donabe so you do not have to worry about the vegetables being too crunchy." I explained informatively, doing so by using my memory for I kept my eyes on the older male whose gray eyebrows rose in interest. But he continued to listen.

I tapped the menu again, just over where it read, 'Nabeyaki Udon,' before continuing, "All the ingredients that are contained in the soup are then slumbered in a flavorful soup broth. You can add an egg over your soup, or crispy shrimp tempura if you like. It's all up to you, sir." I informed him lastly which really hit home for the gray-haired man.

I watched as he nodded his head in astonishment for he felt his stomach growl due to the way I described the Nabeyaki Udon soup meal.

The old man placed his menu down to turn towards me, now harboring a smile of gratitude that made the many wrinkles on his face known. But the old man only looked even more adorable in my opinion now wearing a face of extreme interest and delight.

He nodded graciously, "Oh, Hinata-san, that sounds scrumptious. How can I say no to that?" He exclaimed with a dry chuckle before pulling his finger up to point to the soup on his menu, "I think I will go with that — The Nabeyaki Udon soup."

I pulled up my notepad to quickly jot down his order, nodding, which caused my midnight blue bun to move, "Sounds fantastic! So do you want to add shrimp tempura to your meal or a sunny-side-up egg?"

The older man wagged his finger in the air as he thought about my question, "Egg. I-I'll take the sunny side up egg."

"Alrighty, that's marvelous. Your meal will be right up-"

As soon as I said those words, my ears could faintly hear the bell that was located right on top of the entrance door, hanging over it.

The double doors to the diner opened wide, causing the bell to ring which notified the employees of the restaurant that another customer had arrived in the diner.

My eyes only glanced over at the new customer out of curiosity as I tended to my current customer.

But once I plastered my eyes upon the newcomer, a tremble contained with an unexplainable sensation rushed down my spine.

There, the customer, the individual, the male that my eyes were plastered on was a man I have never seen before in my entire life.

That's when I met... him.

There, now within Ureshi Udon, stood a spiky blonde-haired male that looked to be as tall as the ceiling.

Blonde Hair.

The male stood before the double doors of the diner's entrance while using his hardened blue eyes to survey the area.

Blue eyes.

The male's presence alone from where he stood brought the cool cologne he wore to light for it slithered its way throughout the entire diner, slithering into my nostrils.

Cool cologne.

All movement was put on pause as I feasted my eyes on the hunky specimen that has emerged within Ureshi Udon, a small and quaint diner in Japan.

The male certainly looked out of place with his sophisticated black tux, his manly cologne, his broad build, and his sexy appearance. That tan skin and that blonde hair of his shined in the light from the lanterns and the wall lights that were in the area causing the man to look quite like a walking sun.

He was radiating, I couldn't keep my eyes off him. Who is he? Who is that man?

"Hinata-san? Hinata, sweetheart? Hello, are you still there?"

The sound of my name being called by the customer before me was now distant and faint as I watched as the blonde newcomer reached into the pocket of his grand tux to pull out his cellular device.

The male moved like butter, smooth and classy.

He checked his phone, skimming over the contents on it briefly with his eyes before putting it back in his pocket, placing the large electronic device out of sight.

The blonde male waited before the entrance doors to be assisted by either Sakura or me and deep down, I truly wanted it to be me.

"Hinata-san?"

A gasp slipped out of my lips as the gruff voice of the older man before me finally snapped me out of the trance I had fallen under, a deep breath flying out of my gaping lips.

Quickly, I put up an apologetic smile at the older man who now gave me a look of deep concern.

He frowned at me, clutching his menu, "Is everything alright, child?" He asked, shedding light on the concern he felt.

I nodded quickly to reassure him. But I couldn't help but glance back over at the entrance door, just where the blonde male was standing only to see Sakura was now before him, eagerly taking the opportunity to serve that fine hunk of a man.

My shoulders slumped at the sight of my chance of serving such a fine man fly out of the window. Sakura seemed so excited as she spoke to the unfamiliar customer that most definitely caught my eye.

The grin on her face was evident to see even miles away and she moved her body quite weirdly, back and forth. She seemed to be switching legs frequently, putting her weight on both under a second as if she couldn't remain still. She looked to be swaying before the blonde male.

She was attracted to the male, the same as I was, and took the opportunity to quickly serve him. Lucky her.

I let out a sigh before I just settled on refocusing on my current task, so I won't further let down the elderly man before me.

I wrote his drink order and the appetizer he ordered all down on my notepad. Iced Tea. One Miso soup.

Afterward, I gently grabbed his menu and nodded at him, which was then the end of our conversation.

But as soon as our conversation was brought to an end, my ears were suddenly filled with a feminine voice, a familiar voice that belonged to none other than...

Sakura.

"Hinata-chan, you have yet another request. Lucky gal!"

My body beamed up at the sound of such a thing before I turned my head towards the aisle, where Sakura was located only to be blocked by the tall body of the blonde male I was drooling over just a minute ago.

His body towered over mine, blocking the view of the rest of the restaurant from me as he now stood before me, waiting for him to seat him.

My breathing increased as my lavender eyes landed on his dark blue ones, my eyes now able to see his facial features dead on and oh boy, I almost fainted.

His jaw muscles were tight and sticking out proudly against his beautiful tan skin. On his face, I saw that the man possessed dark whisker marks, three of them on both sides of his cheeks. It was a peculiar sight but so were Kiba's slitted eyes.

I couldn't tell if such marks were tattoos or birthmarks but they did add a nice touch to the male's overall appearance. This feature made the male look very unique and quite mysterious. With such a detail, he looked similar to that of a cat or fox. Hm, I like it.

The blonde male smiled down at me, chuckling lightly as he picked up the hesitation in my movement. He didn't say anything, no, only watched me, taking in my appearance and demeanor as well.

That gave me time to get a hold of myself and pull my act together. Come on, Hinata, pull it together. I know it's almost closing time and you're so, so tired but come on! You're embarrassing yourself in front of the sexy blonde.

So with that, I took my advice and bowed apologetically at the male, bending my upper body over slightly, "Sorry, j-just follow me, sir." I spoke quite meekly which was very odd of me. Rarely do I ever grow shy in the workplace.

But there was something different about the male's aura before me, an aura that was different from the rest of the customers I served beforehand. Yes.

The male's aura was instead very intimidating, very overbearing, and even domineering. His attractiveness gave off the same intense vibe which seemed to be the culprit that constantly threw massive blows directly at my lungs causing it to be very hard to breathe.

But I fought through it. I fought through it all.

The male seemed to not notice the dilemma I was facing and instead nodded his head, while harboring a toothy grin on his face, showing off his sharp canines, "Gladly." He only commented to my previous order before doing just that.

He followed me.

With a smooth stride, the blonde male followed directly behind me as I escorted him to an open and clean seat at the back of the restaurant.

I passed booths one, two, three, four, five, and six and instead sat the male down at booth seven which it would seem the male enjoyed immensely.

The blonde male grinned eagerly before pulling his body into the booth, slipping his legs underneath the table to sit down on the cushion seat available, doing so with a sigh, "Yes, peace and quiet. Just what a man needs after a long day." He groaned out under his breath which I heard loud and clear, given how close I stood before him and his table.

I giggled softly before pulling the menu close to the blonde, the same menu that I confiscated from my last customer beforehand, "I'm glad you've taken a liking to your seat, sir. I truly understand what you mean. Peace and tranquility is certainly the antidote to exhaustion." I responded back happily, agreeing with the blonde male on his statement.

The blonde chuckled at that for he found my response amusing. He gave me a look of interest, a smirk of astonishment crossing his beautiful features causing his whiskers to rise along his cheeks, "Yes, you're most definitely right, sweetheart. It's relieving to know that we see eye to eye." He responded back with a snicker before he grabbed the menu gently out of my hands before opening it up, quickly using his blue eyes to scan through the five-page booklet.

I said nothing to his previous comment and instead watched him as he scanned the menu he now possessed, doing so with a smile on my pale face. But I decided to take this time to introduce myself and fetch my notepad from my apron, to be ready to take the male's order.

I cleared my throat before I did, "To start things off, I would like to introduce myself. My name is H-"

"Hinata Hyuga, yes?" A husky voice relayed back, taking the words straight out of my mouth before I could even say them.

My midnight blue eyebrows furrowed in surprise due to the fact the new customer seemed to know my name, my full one at that. I showed a moment of hesitation, only standing with my mouth gaped and eyes wide. H-How in the?

That made the spiky blonde male laugh once more. He gripped the menu open before him while side-eyeing me with his alluring blue orbs, "Ahh, don't be alarmed, sweetheart. You seem to be quite popular here in Japan. I don't know if you know this but many people talk about you all over the city, especially my coworkers at my workplace." The blonde shrugged, "They said the food here at Ureshi Udon was to die for. So of course, I had to see for myself how great the famous Hinata Hyuga was in person as well as this glorious place as people described."

My mouth gaped lower and lower the more I listened to the blonde male before me speak.

He was so confident as he explained how he was so familiar with me given he has never stepped foot into the place where I worked.

He was so sure of himself as he picked the correct words to say in order to relay the message he wanted to give me to successfully avoid any confusion or misunderstanding on my side.

His words were quite flattering, words that brought a red, rosy blush to my cheeks. People talk about me in the city? The mysterious blonde specimen knows about me?

I put up a giddy grin at that, "Th-They were all good things that were said, r-r-right?"

"About you or the restaurant here?" The male commented back while glancing over at me briefly. But his eyes soon darted back over to the menu he held where he scanned the many items written upon it once more.

I bit my lip upon his question, "B-Both."

My blush grew when I spotted the male let out a chuckle, one that expressed more of his deep voice which filled up the nearly empty diner. I giggled along with him, to not look like a total idiot. Goodness, what's wrong with me?

The blonde male turned his head over to face me again, giving me a direct look with those mysterious ocean-blue irises of his. He clicked his tongue, using his eyes to quickly scan my form up and down, "I'd say you were quite talked about more than the restaurant itself. All good things, I assure you, love. I was surely surprised. That is why I was quite eager to rush here after work."

"And by work, you mean-?"

The male hesitated before speaking, his grip on the menu tightening quite concerningly. He lowered his head so his spiky bangs could cover his blue eyes, hiding the current expression on his face.

Seeing the male tense up as he did make me very regretful asking the mysterious male where he worked. It was deeply invasive, a very bad decision to make when talking to someone unfamiliar. You never want to pry. You never want to overstep.

So to make up for my mistake, I quickly responded again, this time doing so carefully. I gritted my teeth briefly, "I-I'm sorry, sir. You don't have to answer if you do not want to. I apologize, I shouldn't pry."

Instantly, the male calmed down.

His shoulders slumped and he picked his head up, doing so to run his eyes back over the menu he held open before him, "You are fine, Hinata-chan, all is forgiven." He responded back, but he did so by inappropriately addressing me which caused me to visibly wince. Using the name he called me on the first day he met me was very incorrect. Chan is not usually used to addressing strangers, it was too informal and too intimate.

Names such as love and sweetheart were quite extreme as well. Hearing the young male before me call me such names caused my body to tingle all over and my heart to flutter — a sensation that I did not deem professional. I didn't want to feel such a sensation.

But I didn't waste any time addressing the male on the matter and so I ignored the many pet names he called me and instead decided to just do my job.

I cleared my throat, pulling up my notepad and pen in order to write, "Alrighty then, what can I offer you to eat tonight, sir?" I asked but hesitated when the male turned his head to stare deep within my soul, doing so by the sound of my voice. I smiled nervously at his unwavering gaze, "Or um, have you not decided yet?" I asked lastly and the blonde male hummed, turning back to his menu.

He placed it down flat on the table and pointed at an item on the booklet before him, "Yes, I have. I'll take the tonkotsu ramen bowl along with onigiri-"

I couldn't help the burst of laughter that escaped my lips upon hearing the sophisticated male's order. It was quite unprofessional of me, I know, but I couldn't look the male in the eye, watch the serious expression on his face as he gave me an order a child would and not laugh.

I really wasn't expecting that one.

My body slumped over slightly as I laughed in amusement, my action unfortunately causing the male's speech to stop. His blue eyes were now widened slightly and now plastered fully upon me.

You would think the male would be offended by my action of laughing at his chosen order but the grin that was on his face said otherwise. He was deeply amused.

He clicked his tongue, crossing his hands over his menu which brought to light the many silver rings that were on his thick fingers, "Kami, Hinata-chan, first you've pried in my personal business and now you're laughing at me. Where's your manager? You need a serious talking to." He commented amusingly with a shake of his head which only made my laughing worse. I didn't know what had come over me but I just couldn't stop laughing.

I bent over, holding my stomach with my free hand, "I-I-I'm sorry, sir, I don't mean to b-be so rude. It's just been a long day. Please excuse me."

"Oh no." The male shook his head, causing his spiky blonde hair to move side to side. He moved his body closer to me, crossing his arms over the other to peer up at my being standing before him.

He gave me a devious smirk, "Inform me, love, what was so amusing about my order, hm? Is it a crime for a man to desire pork ramen and rice balls?"

I shook my head quickly, to explain my side. I gave the male a quick look over with my lavender eyes, taking in once more of his sophisticated outfit choice and the confidence that played in his eyes.

I smiled amusingly, all while holding my notepad by my waist. I tittered on my feet a bit, "No, that's certainly not why I laughed, sir. I-I laughed because I never thought such a posh man such as yourself would order something so uncharacteristic."

"Posh?" The blonde man quirked an eyebrow but he was very intrigued, he couldn't help but to be. He set back against his seat to pull his hand down to tug at the black jacket of his tux, "That's intriguing. So you're saying a tux makes a man posh, eh?" The blonde male's amusing comeback was answered quickly by another shake of my head.

I leaned forward to giggle, "No, sir, clothing is simply an illusion. I'd say how you carry yourself - how you present yourself to the world has deemed you posh in my eyes."

"Ah, ah, ahh, be careful, love." The blonde male wagged his finger chatisingly at me, clicking his tongue, "Presentation can be an illusion as well, don't be fooled. But you've intrigued me." I watched as the charming male before me looked back down at his menu, rocking his head back and forth in thought, "If I want to continue to play the role of your mysterious but posh customer, what order would you say I should choose to fit such a character? I quite like the game we're playing here."

Now the tone of the blonde male's voice has changed. Now he was deepening his voice so he came off as playful and not to mention, flirty.

His eyes lay plastered on me as he sat and waited for me to take him up on his offer and recommend him a list of suitable meals that would instead fit him best.

And immediately, many dishes that I was quite excited about popped up into my brain, ones that I think the male before me will deeply enjoy.

I hummed in glee, before moving my body forward a little in order to point at his menu. But before I touched the booklet that lay before him within his space, I first asked permission, "May I?" I asked politely and I watched as the spiky-haired blonde nodded, moving one of his ring-covered hands forward to beckon me.

"Of course."

"Thank you," I responded back before flipping through the menu before him to instead land on page three. There, I pointed to numerous meals that were listed on the page and I watched as the blonde moved his eyes to take in what I pointed out.

I smiled excitedly, "So there are many dishes I want to recommend to you. I assure you, Ureshi Udon has many delicious dishes here of all different kinds. If you have a taste for pork, you should definitely try the gyoza or I should say the pork and cabbage dumplings. Or you could try..." I moved my finger down to point at another meal that was listed on the page.

And all the while, blue eyes followed my finger, reading the meals and their descriptions that I pointed to, "The Gyudon is a popular choice here as well. It's a Japanese simmered beef rice bowl. The bowl shares a mixture of sake, soy sauce, dashi, and sugar all poached with white rice, beef, and sliced onions. You can add red peppers, chives, or a sunny-side-up egg over the top of the beef rice bowl if you're feeling fancy."

"Mmm." The blonde male moaned, my eyes glancing down at him as he stuck his tongue out of his mouth to swiftly lick his lips. For a brief moment, I felt my lower area throb upon such an enticing sight. Oh kami.

The gorgeous male before me nodded, "Now that sounds promising. Do you perhaps have any more dishes you'd like to recommend to me? Your two recommendations sound very delicious so far." He asked in deep interest, which was a cue for me to resume my task, quickly.

I nodded before flipping the page of the menu over once more to land on page four, another page that harbored a dish that I had my eyes on, a dish that was also very scrumptious.

I pointed to it on the right page, once again getting the blonde male's attention, "Yes, the next meal I would like to recommend to you is the Oyakodon, it's another bowl dish but instead of beef it's a Japanese chicken and egg rice bowl. The dish is awfully similar to the Gyudon dish I mentioned earlier. It harbors the same ingredients but instead of beef, the dish contains chicken thighs and lightly beaten eggs in the simmered dish. The dish is also sprinkled with chives - a garnish. But you can remove them if you want." I explained, doing so in a mouth full. I was very intelligent and resourceful when it came to the menu that enumerates all of the meals that are available at Ureshi Udon. I knew what was on every page, every meal, every beverage, every appetizer, and every dessert the restaurant provided.

I knew every rank, each meal is qualified under at the diner, and every popular choice that customers usually order that they deemed satisfying.

It really makes my day when I recommend a very succulent but new dish to a customer who in turn finds it incredibly life-changing. It warms my heart.

And once more, I found my heart warming up when I saw the blonde male switch towards the third page of his menu, soon pointing to the meal I recommend secondly.

The Gyudon.

The blonde male pointed at that particular meal, his rings clinging against the clear covering of the booklet, "I think I'll take the Gyudon."

"The Gyudon bowl, sir?" I asked again to clarify as I began writing down his order.

The spiky-haired man nodded, his blue eyes shifting down along the descriptions of the meal, to read it, "Yes. I would like to add the red peppers, chives, and the sunny-side-up egg if you will. Although, I want to order a side of onigiri, Hinata-chan, but I'm afraid you'll laugh at me."

I held back a snicker before shaking my head, "I won't, I promise. You can order anything you like, sir." I declared with a nod, bringing him comfort now by stating that I wasn't going to judge his choice and laugh at him.

The spiky blonde male nodded thankfully at that before ordering a few more things, "Well then, I'll take the side of rice balls with my meal. For my beverage, I want a glass of sake-"

"Um, I want to inform you beforehand that I can only offer you two glasses due to sake being an alcoholic beverage. Afterward, I'm afraid I am not allowed to grant you any more glasses. You are only allowed to drink more if you request to sit at the bar. Do you still want the glass of sake?"

"I do." The male answered simply while closing his menu, "I'm not looking to get drunk, only a bit buzzed. So two glasses of sake sound delightful."

The male's voice once again grew flirty, his tone dropping an octave so he was able to slur his words just enough so it came off as sexy and alluring. It made my skin tingle.

But I ignored his seductive advancements by writing down his order, keeping my head plastered down so my eyes tracked my writing upon my notepad, "S-Sounds great. Are you interested in any a-appetizers, sir?" I asked lastly, soon after picking my head up to take his menu from his table, to clear the space from him.

I watched as he nodded his head, his eyes set on me and only me, "Yeah, I'll take a miso soup."

"Alrighty then," I responded before writing down the last of the sophisticated blonde male's order before saying one last thing.

I smiled cheerfully at him, watching as his masculine features lit up by my positive look. His eyes widened briefly, even his mouth seemed to gape. He looked completely astounded.

I giggled, "Before I go, I want to congratulate you for ordering for the first time here at Ureshi Udon! I also want to thank you for the conversation, it was lovely. I will be back before you know it with your beverage, your appetizer, and then your meal. I hope you enjoy Ureshi Udon tonight, sir." I finished off as sweetly as I could. I even bowed, showing the blonde male my respect which unknowingly pulled a lewd smirk on his face. He was really pleased by my positive feedback and conversation. He enjoyed it all very immensely, maybe a bit too immensely.

The blonde male hummed lowly, watching closely as I stood back up straight. He moved back in his spot to lie against the cushion of his booth, relaxing his back within his chair.

He then settled on crossing his arms over his chest, "Oh don't worry, love. I'd say I'm enjoying myself already. I want to thank you for your wonderful service, Hinata-chan. It was all so... beautiful." He commented deviously which was the last thing I heard from him before I responded with a quick, 'You're welcome, sir,' before leaving his side, doing so to check on the few other customers that sat on my side of the diner and to give Kiba the two new orders that I have obtained, just as I've done several times today.

And as I did so, I completely missed the intense blue eyes that tracked me as I rushed around the diner the entire while.

With a sigh, I stepped up to the bar where only two customers were present, currently sitting, eating their meals, and chatting with Shino and Kiba.

I stepped up and gave Shino the menu that was in my hands and Kiba the two new orders I accumulated, one order from the elder man from earlier and the blonde man previously. Kiba took the two written orders from my hands and rushed through the door behind him to inform the cooks.

I let out another sigh, as I relished this time of peace and quiet, a moment my tired body needed desperately.

But I was not able to simply rest against the bar and take the moment to unwind because my coworker, Sakura, rushed forward to crash beside me quite abruptly causing a thud to erupt within the diner. Her hands gripped the bar table before her to steady her body as she rocked back and forth, now positioned beside me.

A big grin was upon her pale face, her short pink hair pulled up into a mid bun with a double braid looped into the bun upon her head. It was a gorgeous hairstyle, it truly brought Sakura's beauty to light with no problem.

Excitement was expressed in her emerald eyes as she occasionally moved them back to the blonde male who sat at the very back of the diner, my previous customer. She cheered, "So, how'd it go with the blonde hottie? Did you get his number? Or rather, did you set up a fun time for yourself tonight?"

As soon as Sakura said such naughty words, I gasped, moving forward to playfully send a slap against her arm. She backed away with a giggle of amusement.

"Sakura-chan! That's so dirty!" I screeched only to gasp for I realized that I completely yelled out my response within the diner, probably upsetting the people that were still eating.

I sighed before lowering my voice this time, facing the pink-haired woman before me, who was still grinning, "No, nothing happened. I took his order like I did everyone else's." I whispered harshly but in a playful manner along with a roll of my eyes, a red fiery blush now staining my cheeks.

Yes, the blonde hunk that currently sat a few feet behind me was incredibly sexy but never had the thought of being intimate with him or even setting up a date with him once crossed my mind. Dating and sex were certainly two things that I was not interested in at the moment. I had other things to worry about.

But Sakura on the other hand felt differently about the matter. She rolled her eyes back at me, shaking her head in a chastising manner, "Oh, you are so boring, Hinata-chan. You need to live a little. You get so much attention on a regular basis and yet still have no fun. If it was me, I would be-"

"Married? No, pregnant? Or rather fired?" I too took a shot at throwing an amusing comeback at Sakura which earned me a slap on my shoulder as well.

Shino momentarily jumped in to make a low sizzle sound with his mouth, to resemble a stove. He gritted his teeth as well, "Ooh, burn."

Sakura let out a loud gasp, for she was taken aback immensely by my rather bold comeback. But before she responded back to me, she didn't go without sending a glare over at Shino, "Shut it, Shino." She snapped, causing the black-haired male to pull his hands up defensively. But before he could stand up for himself, the bubble gum-haired woman snapped her head towards me, groaning in exasperation.

"Ugh, Hinata-chan! You're missing the whole point. The whole purpose of having fun is to not think long-term — o-of the future. Having fun is when you think solely of the present and you enjoy every single second of it. You put yourself first and satisfy your needs and your wants, that's including your womanly needs, Hinata-chan-"

"But..." I trailed off slyly, the edges of my lips curving up in amusement for I was still looking to mess with Sakura a little, "what if having s-sex with the blonde hunk isn't what I find enjoyable? What if I instead want to just... read a book in order to have fun?"

Instantly as I said such words of deviousness, Sakura let out a groan of defeat, moving one hand forward to facepalm. She dragged her hand down her face in exhaustion causing me to hold my stomach and laugh in response, "Oh kami, you're seriously no fun. Maybe..." Sakura's eyes grew slyful as well and she used those beautiful green orbs of hers to direct them past my standing form to look back at the blonde who was currently on his phone, scrolling, it seems.

I watched as Sakura then bit her lip, moving her eyes to connect back with mine, "What would you say if I helped you get the blonde fellow's number behind you? I could help set up a playdate between you two-"

My eyes widened and immediately I stopped Sakura in her tracks. I certainly didn't like where she was going with her naughty plan. The last thing I wanted was to involve myself in something so salacious.

So I shook my head, all laughing ceased, "No, Sakura-chan, I don't need any help. I'm not conducting myself in such a way to my customers-"

My words were interrupted when Kiba flooded back through the door, now empty-handed. The brown-haired male quickly zipped over to the bar, to get on to make the green tea beverage for the elder man from earlier and the sake beverage for the blonde customer I previously served.

Kiba glanced at Sakura and me, who were positioned quite close as if we were in a conversation. Which we were.

But because Kiba was absent for a bit, he had a look of confusion on his face, his brown eyes glancing at Shino, then at Sakura, and then finally at me. He quirked an eyebrow, before turning around to fetch the bottle of sake first which was lined up upon the back of the bar amongst all the other alcoholic drinks.

A soft clatter of glasses began to erupt within the air due to Kiba's use of them, such sounds cutting through the quiet air, disrupting it.

"Uh, what were you ladies conversing about?" The brown-haired male questioned and also grabbed a glass cup, one that was hung up. He washed it in the sink on his side, wiped it with a towel, and then positioned himself before the bar on his side fully.

He did all of this while switching his head back and forth between Sakura, Shino, and I, patiently waiting for us to tell him what was said a few seconds ago.

But before Sakura could open her mouth, to tell Kiba what actually was conversed, I intervened.

"Nothing. The conversation just ended."

"Uhh, no it hasn't." Sakura shot back, watching as I moved away from the bar to walk elsewhere, anywhere to avoid the conversation I am in.

But I moved just as a bell rang in the back of the diner, just where the cooks were positioned.

Shino let out a chuckle before sending a look over at Kiba. He shrugged, "Guess you won't ever know." He voiced quite deviously while inching himself towards the door behind him.

Kiba turned around to growl, his hand holding on tight to a green bottle, "Hey! Don't hold out on me-"

"You weren't here, therefore weren't a part of the conversation. It really is a bummer." Such words of merriment were all Shino said before he disappeared in the back of the diner, just as Kiba once did, leaving the brown-haired male completely hanging.

He growled, shaking his head in disappointment, "What the hell?" He spat under his breath as he poured the sake into a glass. He then quickly used the drink machine that was positioned at the end of the bar, filling up the glass with ice and tea, and leaving me with two beverages to take.

I quickly took the two drinks, placing them on a tray before taking them to the customers that needed them.

First, I gave the elder man his beverage, his iced tea, setting the beverage gently on the table before him. I smiled at the gray-haired man, watching as he eagerly launched to grab his beverage to drink.

"There you are, sir."

"Thank you, Hinata-san."

I was rewarded with gratitude by the elder man before he took a huge sip out of his cool beverage. I smiled to see the older male content before I zoomed to my next customer who was also waiting for his beverage.

The mysterious blonde.

I walked all the way to the back of the diner, all the while balancing the tray with his glass of sake on it in one hand.

It only took seconds for me to grant the blonde his beverage which he truly enjoyed as well. He instantly began sipping at the glass, taking in the contents.

And only a few minutes later, did I come back to his side, harboring his appetizer, a bowl of miso soup, thanks to the cooks and Shino.

An appetizer was a dish that curved the hunger just for a bit, to help customers be able to stand the wait for their main dish. I served the same to the rest of the remaining customers that sat on my side of the diner, including the elder man.

Currently standing before the blonde, I smiled as he began picking up the spoon within the bowl of mixed dashi stock, miso paste, tofu, vegetables, and seasoning that was now positioned before him.

He took a sip of the soup from his spoon and groaned, "Mmm, delicious." He picked his head up to smile at me, revealing his pearly but pointy teeth, another feature of his that I deemed unique.

"Thank you, Hinata-chan. Your delightful service is well appreciated. You shall be rewarded." He commented back cheerfully with a positive undertone so I didn't think anything of the comment he voiced. I only thought of a massive tip at the end of his stay which brought a smile to my face.

I smiled graciously, my body dancing in my spot, "Oh thank you, sir. I'm looking forward to the reward." I responded simply before nodding at him one last time before turning on my heels, leaving without hearing his last words.

His blue eyes darkened on my backside as he stopped all of his movement, stopping mid-way as he consumed his soup. He let out a dry laugh, a wicked glint flashing within his blue eyes, "I am too, Hinata-chan. I'm looking forward to it too."

-Later-
Five Minutes Till Closing Time

Lots of time passed and now glorious closing time was upon the exhausted employees that attended Ureshi Udon.

Now only one customer occupied the diner and that was the same blonde male from before, the one that Sakura and I were quite intrigued by.

He seemed to eat his meal slowly, savoring every bit while watching us employees clean and situate the place for closing.

Only until the clock struck nine did it seem the blonde male finished his bowl of Gyudon, therefore finishing his entire meal. I quickly rushed to his side so the male could pay for his food which he had no problem accomplishing.

Afterward, I rounded up his dirty dishes, finally taking in the result of his meal.

I smiled in amusement as I spotted not a single grain of food present within the two bowls before him and even his plate of onigiri was completely gone. I giggled at that detail, moving my hands forward to grab the empty tableware from him, "Wow, I take it the meal was yummy, yes?" I asked warmly, watching as the male wiped his mouth a bit before gently placing the napkin he used upon one of the empty bowls I grabbed.

He turned towards me and nodded without hesitation, now harboring a satisfied smirk on his whiskered face, "Ahh yes, I see this place wasn't all just talk. The food was succulent and the service was..." The blonde male trailed off to grab something within his tux pocket, his hands rummaging within it for a bit only to pull out an all-black wallet.

He opened his wallet wide to scan through it, revealing nothing but colors of brown, purple and blue inside as he did so causing my mouth to drop open in shock. Oh my kami.

He let out a cheer once he found what he wanted and right then and there, I was presented with a bill that was none other than a ten thousand yen note.

The male slammed the Japanese money on the table, as a tip for my service, "five stars. I will definitely be coming to see you again, love." He finished his previous comment before slipping out of his booth to stand up, leaving me stunned.

¥10,000 yen tip.

My lavender eyes widened down on the money as it shined miraculously upon the table, free for me to take. All the while, the mysterious blonde male walked further and further away from me, with intention of leaving the diner.

But I just had one more thing to ask him.

One more thing.

I snapped my head over towards his tall form as he maneuvered his way through the clean diner, making his presence known which truly stopped Sakura in her tracks.

Standing on her side of the diner, she held a tray of dirty plates in hand which trembled due to her stunned form who watched as the handsome blonde walked smoothly out of the diner. But he didn't seem to pay her any mind. His eyes were focused on the door and nothing else.

I bit my lip briefly before speaking, calling out to the blonde male, "H-Hey sir?"

"Hm?" The blonde in question was quick to turn around, once more blessing me with his attractive facial features.

I swallowed nervously before speaking once more, "Y-You never told me your name, s-sir. I would be quite sad to not know the name of the man that's given me such a huge tip." I pointed out, slipping in a question within my response.

It was silent for a while after my words, as if the blonde male was thinking about it.

He clicked his tongue, pulling his head back to look at me over his shoulder. He narrowed his eyes cunningly back at me, shaking his head, "Sorry to disappoint you, love, but I think I'll keep that one a mystery. Have a nice night."

And those words were the last ones the mysterious blonde man said before he vanished out of the Ureshi Udon and slipped into the dark night, leaving me with questions, numerous, numerous... questions.

A Few Minutes Later
9:15 P.M.

The entirety of my drive to my home took five minutes tops. I live very close to my workplace so it takes me no time at all to go to and from the only destinations, I do go to on a regular day-to-day basis.

During this time, my roommate, or rather my cousin, arrives home just as I do from working all day at a medical plant here in Japan. Wyoza is the corporation's name.

Neji, my beloved cousin, works at Wyoza, a big pharmaceutical plant in Japan where the main goal is to help those in need by creating medicine, IV solutions, and vitamins.

Children, the elderly, the injured, everyone. Neji helps them all.

Neji works there all day and comes home around the same time I do from working but I only ever get to say goodnight to him before he heads to bed.

He is quite dedicated to his job so he suffers from fatigue and exhaustion frequently. I really worry about him sometimes.

I let out a sigh before driving into the large building's lot, a lot that belongs to a building Neji and I live in. The building resembled a hotel, but it provided many rooms or rather flats for individuals to rent. Neji and I decided to rent a flat for the time being, only until we are able to accumulate enough money to split up and buy homes of our own.

It's taken some time to do so but we're trying. We're trying to scrap up any money we can to live as we please, as we desire.

Gripping the steering wheel to my black Toyota Camry, I turned into the large lot that's connected to the place I call home, located on the 29th floor.

I found a park within the darkness of the lot, took my keys out of the ignition of my car, grabbed my phone and purse, and left my vehicle. I walked quite quickly through the darkness towards the large building which towered over all of Japan, seeping into the clouds of the starry sky above.

I entered the warm residence of the building I lived in, walked through the lobby, and took the elevator up to my flat. The first floor seemed to be vacant of any residences. Only the employees of the residence building who worked the front desk were present. It seems everyone is either off to work or sleeping.

After the long day I had, I was quite determined to do the second option as well. Sleep —Sleeping sounds so wonderful.

My legs and arms were aching from carrying objects and walking all day. My head was pounding. My body ached all over, for it was desperately calling for me to put it to rest. And that's exactly what I intend to do.

It took a while to get to the twenty-ninth floor so I took the silent time in the elevator to think about the day I had.

Today was another successful day working at Ureshi Udon. I met and served so many delightful people, and accumulated a grand amount of tips leaving me with an estimate of ¥60,000. It was a major success for me today. Yet again.

I was very happy about that fact. So very happy.

But then, as I lay against the wall before the elevator door, my mind began to drift back to the mysterious blonde male I met today, the same one I served right before closing time. I remembered the conversation we had, and the many words that were exchanged between one another. I began to remember how deep and husky his voice was as he spoke. I remembered the way he spoke so intelligently but charmingly as if to impress him or even arouse me.

I remember the way his blue eyes sparkled and twinkled, his jawline flexed, and his strong adam's apple bobbed as he laughed and talked freely and comfortably with me.

A blush took over my pale cheeks, causing my face to burn up, just at recalling such grand memories about the interesting blonde character I met today.

The blonde specimen was truly intriguing. He was not only a new customer but an entirely new face. I have never seen anyone that looks the way he does walking the streets of Japan. So perfect. So attractive. So posh yet young.

The way he carried himself, the way he took on a smooth stride while walking truly revealed his confidence, his superior status, and his impressive salary. He was a man you don't meet every day and the more I thought about him, the more intrigued I grew.

I bit my lip, gripping the straps to my purse tightly to my body. I really wish I could see him agai-

But my thoughts were interrupted when the elevator came to a complete stop and a ding of a bell was let off from it, signaling that I was now at my destination.

I gasped upon that before moving my body off of the wall of the elevator to step before the metal doors in front of me which were now opening wide, giving me access to walk on the twenty-ninth floor.

I blew out a sigh of exhaustion before taking this time to step out of the elevator, to step fully on the soft carpet of the floor I lived on.

The hall was quiet and dark as I ventured down it, deserting the elevator which slowly closed shut behind me, doing so while letting off a low grinding noise in the air.

My feet now steadily took me further down the left hall to make it to a room numbered — 3120.

My hooded lavender eyes switched from left to right, to identify the numerous numbers that tagged the doors that I walked by.

It took a bit of walking and searching before I found my own personal flat, all movement coming to a stop as I worked myself before the door.

With another exhausted sigh escaping my lips, I pulled my hand into my purse to fetch my key. My keys jingled and jangled within the quiet space but I searched through to find my room key, soon sticking the pointy end within the door knob to open the entrance door to my home.

Once the door cracked open, I pulled it even wider and stepped inside, shutting the door closed behind me. Instantly, I was presented with darkness causing me to slide my hands across the walls in order to find the light switch.

It took a bit of time, struggling in the darkness before I found the lights which were within the kitchen area of the one-story flat.

Instantly, the entire area was flooded with light, giving me the ability to see my home and its entirety.

The flat before me wasn't all that special, containing a small living room that was connected to the kitchen. The kitchen was located only inches away from the front entrance of the door.

A small kitchen island was positioned adjacent to the door, lined vertically to face the refrigerator, gas stove, numerous counters — wall ones and floor ones — a toaster, microwave, and coffee machine.

Before the kitchen island stood two bar stools so as to eat, read, or settle within the kitchen. Ceiling lights draped down over the kitchen island so as to see within the kitchen area.

The walls around me were all white, the sliding doors within the place painted brown, made entirely of wood.

The living room across from me was modeled to contain colors such as light blue and white. Thanks to me.

Positioned against the wall was a white sectional couch that harbored blue and white pillows along it for comfort and decoration. On the wall, blue and white abstract paintings were hung up, also for decoration and aesthetics.

A beige Espinosa geometric rug lay on the floor where the couch was positioned. There was also a small circular table that stood before the couch which contained a vase of blue periwinkles and white tulips inside, along with two books stacked upon one another.

Across from the couch, a television stand and a TV was positioned there for entertainment which Neji and I hardly ever use. We're so busy, how can we?

Neji's room stood in between the living room and the kitchen, a straight shot from my own room.

My room was positioned on the left-hand side of where I currently stood, just beside the bathroom, a place I was quite eager to go to.

I used my lavender eyes to look around the place as I began to walk forward, to walk into my room, drop my belongings down, and round up the items I needed to take a shower and dress for bed.

Showering took ten minutes for me, leaving me all clean and relaxed, now dressed in a two-piece pajama set, a green satin buttoned blouse, shorts, and gray socks.

After showering and getting dressed for bed, I was now ready to slumber deep within the sheets of my bed to sleep. But there were a few things left for me to do.

One of those things was to say what I always do to Neji right before I go to bed. That is goodnight.

It made me content to exchange a few words with my older cousin before bed. It made me feel at peace.

So, I walked through the kitchen in a slow stride, passing the kitchen island and making my way over to the bedroom before me, one where my cousin was currently sleeping.

I knocked twice, before sliding the door open, a creak letting off in the air from my action, "Neji nii-chan?"

"Hm? Huh?" A groggily groan coursed through the darkness of the bedroom I was now exposed to.

I gazed into the darkness as I plastered my eyes on the center of the room, just where Neji's bed was positioned as well as he was.

I couldn't see him but I certainly heard the creaks of his bed as he moved around, letting me know the young man was here and indeed sleeping.

I smiled faintly, "Goodnight, Neji nii-chan."

Another groan ripped through the room before I was blessed with a response that I was dying to hear.

"Goodnight, Hinata-chan."

That was all I needed to hear to feel perfectly content for the night.

I nodded to myself, pulling Neji's sliding door closed shut to grant him privacy and peace to sleep. Now I am ready for my second task for tonight.

And that was to make myself dinner.

After working all day, I was severely starving, so I took a few minutes within the comforts of my kitchen and sculpted a dish called Takikomi Gohan, a bowl of Japanese mixed rice for myself. The quick homemade meal contained fried rice/jasmine rice, saltine vegetables, seafood, and beef. Drizzled over top of it was a stock I made myself, a dashi stock along with soy sauce.

The meal was a quick one but a delicious one. I took twenty minutes to devour the meal I made for myself while relishing in the peace and quiet my kitchen provided me.

After I was done, I threw away all of the garbage I made, cleaned the dishes I sullied, and left the kitchen, now with a full stomach. Now onto my last and final task for the night.

And that was to take a few moments to write about my day in my personal diary. Within my room, I own a diary where I write everything that goes on in my life within it. I write when I am happy, sad, stressed, angry, lonely, afraid, or excited.

I write every single day, every single day about the events that occur in my life, and with that diary, I keep track of it all.

I am always quite eager to write within it for it also helps bring my day to a rightful close before bed. So...

I shut off all the lights in our flat and I skipped happily towards my bedroom, leaving Neji's room in order to enter within my own.

My bedroom was quite cutesy, having colors of pink and white decorated everywhere. My bed was positioned to the left side of the room where it harbored a fluffy pink comforter along with a light pink canopy draping over it.

The walls above the bed held three paintings of pink tulips to add aesthetic to the room.

A window was positioned directly across from the door which was covered by white curtains, to grant me privacy.

Working further down the room where a desk was located, a white Carson swivel chair was positioned in front of it in order for me to sit down.

And located on the wall to my right was where a tall dresser was located which was where I held all of my clothes inside, clothes I wear when I want to venture into Japan on my own.

Overall, my room wasn't big but it was fabulous given my fashion sense and creativity. I absolutely adore my room and how lively it is.

I smiled to myself before turning my attention to the desk in the room, a desk that harbored just what I needed. My precious diary.

On top of the desk, was where a pink book lay flat on it, closed shut by a fancy pink leather tie strap. Peeking from the top of the book was a light pink pen which I usually use every time I began to write.

Quickly, I grabbed the pink book that was on top of my desk and with it, I moved to snuggle within the sheets of my bed to open it wide to begin a new entry, to begin writing about the day I had.

There, I took twenty minutes to write everything that happened today, putting all of the same thoughts that I had within the elevator down on paper. I wrote about the many new people I met, all the sights I saw, the conversations I had, all the tips I accumulated, and of course, I wrote about the sexy blonde I met today. Oh, I can't forget about him.

I couldn't help but blush as I scribbled down words of flattery and astonishment about the blonde as I recalled the feelings I indeed felt when I first saw him, met him, spoke to him, and served him. I put every emotion I felt as I shared moments being within his proximity on paper.

I just used this time to pour out all feelings I felt today, to relieve them, to cherish them, and to bond with myself and my diary.

After I was done, I hopped from my bed to place my diary back on my dresser, now officially done with my second task of the night. Now I'm ready to go to sleep.

And that's exactly what I did.

After taking the time to place my pen back within my diary, tie the book closed and hop from my bed to place it back on my dresser, I was then quick to turn off the light within my room.

Instantly, my bedroom was welcomed with darkness which was a cue for me to get back into bed. I didn't waste a single minute doing so.

I flung myself back upon my bed, snuggling deep within the sheets. And there, I was lulled to sleep, in order to recover from the busy day I had and to have enough energy to deal with the busy day that I know I will have tomorrow.

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End of Part 1