Heaven's Postman

Sometimes the poorest father can give his children the richest inheritance. –Ruth E. Renkel

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Guide to Becoming Heaven's Postman

Number 21:

If there are letters that cannot be sent to heaven because of any inappropriate items or words, speak to the writer. You must only reveal your identity to them and no one else.

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Chapter 4 – Richest Inheritance

Sakura biked, searching through the streets and struggling to remember the route she took the morning the day before. She stomped on her brakes when she read the large sign ALIBI FACTORY that had lights missing in the letters I and O. After kicking out the bike stand and parking it next to the red stop sign again, she climbed up the same steps. Sakura remembered what the man told her yesterday "Cheat. That's what this place does." Now she hoped it was the right decision to make.

She entered silently through the doors and spotted the same man watching something on his computer with his jaw open and his eyes wide. As she approached, she recognized the inappropriate sounds coming from a woman on his computer and felt disgusted.

"Misuta…" she whispered with volume, trying to get his attention.

Surprised and alerted, the man's hand quickly made an effort to click the "x" close button on his browser. After he missed the button and failed several times, he stood up to block the screen with his body casually. "Welco—Hey, I said I don't need you here as a worker!" He frowned, pointing toward the door.

"I'm a costumer today," she assured.

The man's eyes widened and he quickly bowed. "Sorry for being so rude then. My deepest apologies, valued costumer."

Sakura winced. If there were any other stores like this, she would have picked this one the last. "Yeah, yeah."

"What can I help you with?"

"Can you make some fake DNA test results? Convincing ones?"

"Ha! That's not a challenge," he said. Giving him all the information he needed, he got right to work and told her that he would be done in less than an hour.

While waiting for the time to pass, Sakura satisfied herself with the machines around her though she enjoyed nothing in particular. She was excited about what Sasuke would say. Maybe he'll give her a raise already. Sasuke hadn't known there was a store like this around town. She thought that without her, maybe the man named Shinchi would never feel hope toward his wife and hi son. It was time to give the new assistant credit and praise.

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Sakura found Sasuke lingering around the old coffee shop like she requested. He acknowledged her with a risen eyebrow as she entered, sipping his coffee slowly. He thought that she looked like she was ready to burst with words. Quickly, pulling out a seat and landing her butt on it, she shoved the yellow, manila envelope at him. Sasuke read the label on the outside of the envelope. DNA TEST RESULTS. Sakura clasped her hands together on the table as she waited for his opinion and reaction. Sasuke thought she acted like a dog bringing back a stick his master threw.

"This is very similar to a real file given by the hospital. Well done," he said after reading and examining the papers inside.

She smiled proudly. "I knew you'd say that!"

Sasuke smirked. "Where did you make this?" he questioned. "Unless you have a whole unit in your house for forging things like this…"

"No, no," she said, shaking her head. "I know this guy who specializes on these stuff. I told him that I would pay him at the end of the day when you give me my two thousand yen."

"Hn." She was quite demanding.

"So now what? I got these, now how do we make Shinchi read it?"

He leaned in, closing the space between them and talked hurriedly. "First we make the 'receiver' the son's name, as if he asked the hospitals for these files."

She blinked twice, considering it. "But won't he ask his son 'did you suspect it too'? After that, what's his son going to say?"

"He'll never ask that, because in a man's world, that's how it goes," the postman explained as-a-matter-of-factly.

She tiled her head in bewilderment. "Eh? I don't get it."

He rolled his eyes. "You don't have to get it, you idiot."

"Hey!" she exclaimed, smacking her palm on the table. "Stand up and face the corner of the wall and take back what you said!"

He sighed. "Do I look like a five year old to you?" he asked.

"Just stand up and face the wall, Sasuke."

"I don't want to."

"Excuse me?"

Sasuke snickered at her foolishness. "Be quiet and listen to my plan," he began. "First, just before his father comes home, plant this envelope in their mailbox to make sure no one else but him reads it first. He will be surprised the envelope says DNA Test Results. Then he will think 'ah, he must of doubted it too' and realize his son has seen the love letters too. He will be curious and want to see what it is about. After he reads the files, he'll be relieved and put it back in the mailbox, pretending not to know about it."

Sakura was left breathless, wondering how he thought of it so quickly. "Wow! That's amazing. You're so smart!"

"Hn. Just don't screw anything up, okay?"

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Sakura went to search for Kumiko and told her about Sasuke's plan. Excited, she immediately agreed to sticking around and helping her. She told her that her father-in-law returns from grocery shopping around three in the afternoon. Sakura quickly shoved the envelope in the mailbox and made sure the words 'DNA Test Results' were the first thing you'd see at first glance. Scurrying behind a bush, the two girls hid until Kumiko's father-in-law came.

"He's coming! He's coming!" Kumiko said, ducking into the bushes with Sakura. They watched him from between the twigs and leaves.

Shinchi, carrying a bag of groceries, walked up to the metal mailbox next to their gate and dug out all the small envelopes. His hand searched the mailbox once more... The two girls waited, feeling jittery inside. When he proceeded inside the house, they realized he had completely missed the envelope.

Disappointed, she decided to meet up with Sasuke in the coffee shop again. She muttered to herself on the way there. "'You're so smart, Sasuke!'" Sakura scoffed. "I take that back."

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Sakura thudded her forehead against the table again and again for a whole two minutes, envelope still in hand. "Mission failed," she muttered.

"Of course it did…" he said, crossing his arms across his chest and leaning back.

She looked up at him quickly, anger boiling in her. "I did everything you told me to do, but looked what happened! It was useless."

He sighed again. "Why are you so noisy?" Sakura wisely didn't choose to punch him. She figured her hand would either go right through his body and/or he would fire her. Thoughtfully, he curled his fingers around his chin. "Okay, I just got a fool-proof plan figured out."

Sakura's face displayed no emotion. "Really," she said bluntly. "Is it a good idea this time?"

"Like I said, it's fool-proof," he repeated. "This time, I'm doing it."

Sakura pouted. "Fine…" If he failed his so-called fool-proff plan, she would be the one laughing.

"Sasuke, I see Kumiko's father-in-law!" the pinkette said, tugging at his arm.

Sasuke peered over the parked car's hood. "Yeah, I see him." He took a deep breath after examining him for a while. "I'm going in."

They had ended up on their hands and knees behind a parked car across from Shinchi's house.

"Good luck," she said scarcastically.

Wearing a blue and white uniform and having his messenger bag strapped over his shoulder, Sasuke was dressed as a mailman. The only thing he was missing was his mail truck, but he figured the old man wouldn't notice. Pretending to sort though envelopes in his bag, Sasuke approached Shinchi who was taking his pills by the gates. It was time to put Sasuke's acting skills to the test. Sakura personally thought he wouldn't make it.

"Excuse me. Do you live here?" he asked the man.

He glanced at him with weary eyes. "Yes, I do."

"I have a package for you." Sasuke took out the manila envelope.

"From where?"

Sasuke dodged that question without hesitation. "It's for Fujimoto Kaito. Is that you?"

Shinchi cleared his throat and shifted his weight to the other leg. "No. That's my son."

"All right, can you sign this please?" He brought out a pen from his breast pocket and a clip board from his bag.

The old man hesitated and scrutinized Sasuke for a minute. "No, no. I really shouldn't. My son will come home soon, so come again until then."

Sasuke swore he could hear Sakura laughing behind the red Toyota. "It's an important document. I can't guarantee you the other guys will bring it to you properly like I am doing now."

Shinchi sighed. "Oh, all right." He took the pen and clip board and signed the sheet quickly, squinting his frail eyes.

Sasuke passed him the envelope. "Please give it to him for me."

The old man nodded and hurried inside with the envelope. He stared at the words 'DNA Test Results' for a long period of time. Curious, he held up it up to the window's light and saw nothing but a square shadow inside. After steaming the opening over a boiling kettle's steam, he opened it and read the file…

…99.99% matching.

Shinchi smiled and hugged it to his heart, relieved that his wife did not cheat on him. It was as if all his wishes were made true. Like a wave, all his stress over the few days washed away. He could now sleep at night without pondering over it. Kaito was his son and no one else's.

Author's Note: Thanks for reading! I felt like this chapter was missing a few things… Please review to me if you could paint a picture on your head while you read this, because that is in my opinion what is suppose to happen when you read a book. So for the following chapter, a little of Sasuke's jealous side will shine through his cool image. Keep an eye on it!

Last time, I told you to guess what is going to happen next. Someone guessed correctly! Sakura went to the Alibi Factory because of a specific sentence she heard the guy say, thus titled "Cheater, Cheater." Well done.