Hey everybody! Sorry it's been so long since I put up a chapter. I've had finals, and then I was distracted by manga, then I got sick (still am a little sick), so...yeah. Also, I didn't update on Celebrity Love because I still need to think on what's going to happen. I thought of an idea for Match, so...here we are. Anyways, on with the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of the Naruto universe.
Previous: "I've found him, Hinata! This time, I'm sure of it! I've found your dream man!"
"A-are you sure this time, Tenten-san?" Hinata meekly asked. "I-it was...difficult to explain the situation to Haruto." Hinata tried to subtly convey her concerns to the brunette matchmaker.
Tenten slumped on her desk and groaned briefly. "Don't remind me. I can't believe my memory's so unreliable nowadays." She quickly straightened out her posture.
"But! I am absolutely sure!" The weapon enthusiast grinned excitedly. She rummaged her the pile of papers on the right side of her desk. Finally, a piece of paper was pulled up. Tenten cleared her throat with some importance.
"Uzumaki Naruto. Blond hair. Blue eyes. Twenty-three years old. Born in Konoha on the 10th of October. Hinata-san, is this not the man you are looking for?"
Hinata, who's expression was nervous at the beginning, was giving a tender expression and was blushing prettily. Her eyes grew faint.
"It is. It really is him." Hinata smiled one of the most sincerest smile Tenten had ever seen. It pained Tenten that she had to give her a dose of reality.
"Unfortunately," Hinata, who had been stuck in a daydream, looked at Tenten worriedly.
Hinata cut in,"H-he's not married, is he?" She had a wounded expression on her face. She gasped,"Is he...d-d-dead?" Tears gathered around her eyes.
"No! No, no, no!" Tenten panicked, she didn't know Hinata would jump to conclusions like that!
"It's nothing like that. Let's all just calm down." Hinata nodded and wiped the budding tears in her eyes.
"Anyways, the unfortunate thing is that Naruto does not live in Konoha. He lives in Suna."
"S-so, he's not married?" Tenten smiled kindly.
"No, he just lives in another city." Hinata deflated and leaned back on the plush armchair.
"So, what do we do now?" Hinata questioned. She looked up at the ceiling and sighed tiredly. Why was everything so difficult?
"I know it seems like a downer, but I do have some connections and some strings I can always pull if push comes to shove." Tenten gave a half smile.
"This was just a progress report, ok? I want you to relax for a few days while I do my magic. It might be a little difficult to locate him due to his occupation, but that's alright."
"What's his job?" Hinata curiously asked. She did wondered what job the hyperactive blond would take.
"He's a cook, apparently."
"Hmm. He did participate in a ramen competition, before." Hinata giggled at the memory.
The next two days, all Hinata did was rest and, boy was she kind of bored. It really highlighted how much getting a boyfriend would mean to her.
She was at a point where her father did not allow her to work, so she could focus on the matchmaking. Now that she thought of it, some people have the opposite situation.
'Does my father really want me to get a boyfriend that desperately?' Hinata thought. She frowned and thought of what a sad situation that was.
Getting up from the sofa she was sitting in, she shuffled her way to the fridge. Humming a tune, she opened the fridge and saw an opportunity.
The fridge was almost out of vegetables! 'We can't have that!' Hinata smiled. "Groceries, it is!"
She quickly changed into casual wear and went to the grocery store.
A hour later, Hinata walked out with two heavy bags distributed evenly to each of her arms. While she was carrying groceries with her arms, she clasped the receipt in her hands, checking to see if everything was in check.
As she scanned the tiny bit of paper, she walked down the street.
"Oof!" Hinata cried out, before landing on the sidewalk. Unbeknownst to her, she accidentally walked right into someone else!
One of her grocery bags were scattered and, reflexively, she went to pick up all the food items.
"I-I'm sorry for bumping into you." Hinata said, as she put her oranges back into the bag. "I-I s-should've been looking as I walked, I'm sorry."
Hinata tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
"It's all right. Everyone does it once in a while. No harm, no foul, right?"
Hinata blushed. She didn't know why, but the stranger's voice sounded attractive. The voice was clear and was on the higher spectrum of a men's choir, but it still oozed masculinity. It sounded warm and, oh so, fangirl-worthy.
'Oh Kami-sama, don't let me faint on the street.' thought Hinata.
Hinata couldn't believe she was attracted to this man because of his voice. She risked a peek at the man.
Quietly, she gasped to herself. This man, this man looked like Naruto-kun! Sunny blonde locks of hair, with no indication that it was a fake. Naruto was the only one Hinata knew with this kind of blonde hair. Besides a former mayor of Konoha, (or Hokage for short) of course.
Tan golden skin gave a Greek-like god look to the man with the blue eyes. Hinata had once laid on her bed thinking of all the adjectives that described Naruto's soulful eyes. She had a hard time choosing which adjective to use now.
It was blue like the best blue in the sky. Blue like a favorite cerulean crayon in her childhood. Blue like the pool in the Hyuuga yard. Blue like the-
"Excuse me, but, are you okay?" His blue eyes looked into her eyes just as Hinata jolted back into reality.
She shivered involuntarily.
"I-I'm alright." said Hinata with a feminine glow in her cheeks.
Just then the stranger asked,"Got milk?" At that exact moment, a light breeze came by and lifted up his hair and made it seem like Hinata accidentally walked into a Got Milk commercial.
Hinata felt her face grow hot and her body become warm.
"W-What?" she asked.
He held up his hand, grasping a bit of paper Hinata recognized as the receipt.
Quickly looking down the bag she was holding, she scanned its contents.
"A-ah, no." She looked around her, discreetly avoiding the eyes of the, as her friends would say, hottie.
She spotted the milk carton a bit aways and stuffed it in the grocery bag.
"T-thank you."
Looking at the man now, Hinata saw the most distinctive feature of this man. The features that make her knees weak with realization. It was those whiskered cheeks that gave Naruto a mischievous look.
Taking in the sight of her ideal man as he stood up, she saw indications of abs under his orange t-shirt. Hinata, realizing how odd it was to sit in the middle of the sidewalk tried to standup.
But as luck would have it, the earlier weak-in-the-knees thing did not pass yet. Seeing this, the man now identified as Naruto stretched out his hand.
"Is there something wrong with your ankle?" he asked, concerned for the welfare of the pretty girl.
He pulled on her hand, gently but firmly, and succeeded in lifting Hinata on her feet. Albeit, her rather wobbly feet now.
"I don't think so. It's p-probably nothing."
"That's good." He handed Hinata her grocery bags that were sitting on the sidewalk.
"Here, your bags." He looked at her worriedly.
"Are you sure you can handle it? You were kind of unstable on your feet there."
Hinata looked down out of embarrassment. "I-I'll be fine."
Naruto looked uncertain. "Ok."
For some reason, Naruto felt reluctant to leave this woman. She had a sense of honesty and gentleness that he liked about her. The fact that she was a very attractive lady did help his opinion of her. Though she also gave a familiarity that he associated with childhood memories.
He looked down at his watch. 'This time already?' Naruto thought.
"Well, then...See you around!" With that, Naruto turned around and jogged to his old apartment in Konoha.
Hinata blushed while looking at him.
All of a sudden, her phone vibrated. Fumbling, she took out her phone and flipped it open.
"Hello?"