Prologue

Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon

Author's note:

2017 Edit: Eff it, I don't have time to censor XP

So, having written a good portion of the series, when I actually did the math, this one hinders A LOT of the overall story. So, if you've read this one a lot, be warned: a lot is about to change. At least, a little thematically…

This one has the darker theme of drug usage. Be warned. But, I once got a review that the 'asshole' always wins and um, yea…read…past Chapter 8, thanks. Things get better. Enjoy.

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Izumi Carrie stared at the theater posters on the corkboards near her dorm, pondering over which performance she wanted to go to.

She'd always loved Madame Butterfly. She smiled as she stared at the poster. A sorrowful tale of a Japanese teenager, Butterfly, married to an American lieutenant in Japan. She is ostracized from her community and eventually, when the lieutenant's tour of duty is over, he leaves her for America, promising to return. She had a son and she named him Sorrow until her husband returned, then he'd be Joy. But, lo and behold, when he returns, he has an American wife named Kate and they ask Butterfly to give them her child. She does so then kills herself…

She snorted. She liked the play but there was no way in hell she'd find herself in such a situation.

Carrie received stares as she skipped down the steps from the dorm of the college. She was wearing a pair of black fishnets under a grey military style mini-skirt and a ripped up thin black shirt with heavy boots that once belonged to her mother. She smiled some. She loved going through her mother's old clothing and finding stuff.

Her family lived in Mineral Town, a good five or six hours from the school. Mineral Town was the most boring place in the world to her so she wasn't sure why her cousins held on so tight. Keiji and Jyun lived in the city while they were going to school though they expressed thoughts of one day returning. Why? Why when all this was out here? She snorted again. Her family could be so lame.

Her father, Cliff, worked as a broker or something with her Uncle Koji. Her mom was a housewife which Carrie would otherwise think was ridiculous except the woman was writing a book series now. Writing was cool. She had a little brother, Takeru. He was cute, sure, and he rocked out with her sometimes when she was in the band but otherwise it was hard to have anything in common with a five-year-old.

And Jilliana…

Jilliana was the oldest, her older sister. Ditzy beyond all reason, the girl actually decided to become a doctor. It was ridiculous to her, the idea all together. Jilliana was not doctor material in any way. It was stupid.

She walked out, pulling on her feminine trench as she started to go to purchase a ticket. Her, she decided to go into theater. She thought she was dumb too, really. She wouldn't ridicule Jilliana too much for doing something nearly impossible when she was doing it herself.

She loved acting though. She found out basically because she wasn't a focused person, Izumi Cliff had observed, and insisted she try Drama Club. She'd hated him so much. Only nerds were in that club!

They wanted to put on an American show and Carrie hadn't really cared what they did…until they cast her.

Who the f—k said she wanted to sing? She had a band, sure, and that was her dream, but a musical?

She was Janet Weiss in The Rocky Horror Show. Brad Majors was played by some jackass.

She remembered that her stomach had fluttered oddly when it was time for the show. She was a main character. How dare they make her a main character, God! And her family probably made up the majority out there…how humiliating.

"Hey Janet?"

Ugh, why? "Yes, Brad?"

"I really loved the skillful way you beat the other girl's to the bride's bouquet" sang Kaito. She pursed her lips to keep from laughing, remembering how he'd gagged over the lyrics during practice…

"The river was deep, but I swam it, Janet. The future is ours so let's plan it, Janet. So please don't tell me to can it, Janet. I've got one thing to say and that's…damn it, Janet, I love you…the road was long but I ran it, Janet. There's a fire in my heart and you fan it, Janet. If there's one fool for you then I am it, Janet. Now I've got one thing to say and that's damn it, Janet, I love you…"

Carrie felt kind of bad for him after that. He hadn't wanted to act either, he was there to direct but everyone decided he was one of the top two hot people. He pulled out a ring, something they got for like two pieces.

"Here's a ring to prove I'm no joker. There's three ways that love can grow: that's good, bad, or mediocre. Oh J-A-N-E-T, I love you so."

And here she goes… "Oh it's nicer than Betty Monroe had, oh Brad. Now we're engaged Brad, I'm so glad, oh Brad, that you've met mum and you know dad, oh Brad. I've one thing to say and that's Brad, I'm mad for you too…Oh Brad, oh…damn it!"

"I'm mad, oh Janet. For you, I love you too! There's one thing left to do and that's go see the man who began it when we met in his science exam-it, made me give you the eye, and then panic. There's one thing to say and that's damn it, Janet, I love you."

Exam-it? "Damn it, Janet…"

"Oh Brad, I'm mad."

"Damn it Janet, I love you."

The play had to be considerably toned down considering her character pretty much had sex with two people, ironically, none of which were Brad. She wished she could have sang 'Time Warp' because she'd always adored that song and unfortunately she wasn't a "sweet transvestite from Transsexual, Transylvania"…funny enough as it was though.

Carrie was a bit weirded out that, well…she'd kind of started to enjoy it. The acting, that was. When she left, her father had smiled at her, saying that if she wanted, she could quit as he saw that she could actually commit to something. Funny thing was, she didn't want to.

By the time she had to get into college, she had six plays to add to her name and a recording to send in as her application. The theater school took her without delay and she had been delighted.

Haruto, the drummer in her now defunct band and her first boyfriend, had pouted, "Theater school, Car? Are you serious?"

She scoffed, "Of course I am!"

He sighed, reclining and glancing at Mura, the silent guitar player and her long-time best friend and hopefully one day lover, "Can you see her doing that, dude?"

He strummed his guitar, remarking absently, "Carrie does what she wants, that'll never change."

Hito, the bass player, sobbed, "What is the band supposed to do?"

"I can get you another singer…" she remarked absently before looking at them sadly, "I'm sorry, guys, it's just…something I really want to do. It's stupid, isn't it, though?"

Hito suddenly brightened. He reminded her a lot of her 'Uncle' Keiba. "It is not, Carrie! You're chasing your dreams and that's awesome!"

"Is it?" scoffed Haruto, "Sounds like a waste to me…"

"Haruto" scolded Mura before standing and patting Carrie's shoulder, "As Hito said, it's your job to chase your dreams. None of us would hold you back. Besides, I'll be there too."

Carrie's eyes widened, "Really?! You got into Hoshima?!"

He smiled, nodding, and Hito giggled, "Me too!"

She clasped her hands, "This is so exciting! I can't wait!"

Haruto went silent before grumbling, "Waste of time."

It was kind of funny but Haruto was at the school so much, he probably should have been a student here. She rolled her eyes. He was dumb…

"Ay, Carrie!"

Speak of the devil. She turned, crossing her arms as the cold winds blew against her. Haruto was walking toward her but someone else was with him.

"Hey" she responded, glancing from Haruto to the stranger.

"Hey" he replied, "What's up?"

"I'm going to go see Madame Butterfly."

"Ugh, you and your damn theater. And you've seen that one a million times!"

"A million and one then" she responded dryly.

Haruto grunted when the stranger cleared his throat, saying in an oddly low tone voice paired with a British accent, "There's nothing wrong with theater, Haruto, it's for the intellectuals. Though, considering that, I can see why you don't understand."

Haruto gawked and Carrie snickered. She looked the stranger over closely again and almost cocked a brow. He was wearing a black trench, a white dress shirt, and a black neck tie…a yuppie. She usually couldn't get along with those types to save her life but she had to admit, he was hot with the neatest, messiest blond hair and amazing green eyes.

"I don't think I've had the pleasure" she smiled some, "I don't see Haruto hanging out with anyone that he hasn't paid for."

Haruto flicked her off and the man chuckled, reaching out his hand, "Will Jameson."

Talk about generic names. Haruto grunted, "We don't do that in Japan, Will."

Will looked at him, surprised, before mumbling, "Oh yea…"

Carrie snorted, shaking his hand "I'm Izumi Carrie. And I'm not exactly the most Japanese person in the world, if you've noticed, Haruto."

Haruto snorted and Will gave her a rather devilish smile, "So you're not…"

"Anyway, we're going to the show in the Underground. Wanna come?" questioned Haruto.

Carrie laughed suddenly and Haruto glowered, "What?"

"Sorry" she waved a hand, "I just can't see Will in the Underground."

Haruto sighed, "I did tell him he'd stick out like a sore effin' thumb."

Will grumbled, "I just got out of work. I don't feel like changing."

Haruto waved a hand and Carrie ran a hand over her forehead, "I don't know, I really want to see this play."

Haruto rolled his eyes, "Fine, be a loser."

Carrie glowered at him and Will chuckled, "I'd be ever so grateful if you attended it with us…so I don't have to be stuck with him all night."

"Hey!"

"If I can make it up to you, would you come with us?" Will continued, ignoring Haruto.

Carrie pursed her lips, unsure for a moment, before shrugging, "Whatever…"

And so they went. It was the craziest show she'd been to in her college experience thus far and she was kind of glad she'd gone. She saw Mura and Hito there, which was always fun. Especially since tearing Mura out of the library took an act of an upper deity.

They went for drinks after and while Will and Haruto played a game of darts, Mura pulled her outside on the deck.

"What is it, Mura?" she questioned, drinking her Goldschlager.

He glanced back into the bar, "This Will guy, what's going on with him?"

"What do you mean?" she demanded.

"He's been staring at you all night and is pretty much ignoring us. I think he likes you."

She giggled, playfully pushing against him, "Jealous, Mura?"

He smirked at her and she nipped at his chin, "You know I'd love to screw around with you."

His smirk widened, elbowing her away gently, "Can you be serious for a moment?"

She sighed, "But it's no fun that way."

"Carrie-"

"But maybe… if you let me give you head."

"Carrie!"

"You'd love it. I know so many tricks."

He groaned, blushing deeply, "Carrie, for the love of—look, be careful of that guy. He's-he's Haruto's friend."

"So are we" she pointed out.

"…Maybe. But…he just rubs me the wrong way…" he sighed.

"Fine, fine, don't mess around with Haruto's British friend, I got you" she waved a hand, "Now can I give you head?"

"Carrie."

"But you're so cute and neat tonight. I just want to get you messy" she purred huskily.

"And you're so ridiculously drunk" he grunted, taking her drink from her.

"We've messed around before" she observed, "Remember I jerked you off…and I was totally sober and you liked it."

He buried his face in his hands, his ears red, "Look, Carrie…"

She hushed him, taking him back inside and seating him in the back. Of course he made an effort to stop her but she was nothing if not adamant. She unzipped his pants, stroking him. He glared down at her, his face on fire. Mura doing this kind of thing in public was just unheard of…

But she sank her mouth over him, drawing as much as she could in. He stifled a groan as she grasped his balls. He grew hard almost instantly when she hummed, the vibrations just adding to the affect. He reached down and ran his fingers through her hair. She sighed and continued. She almost gagged when he abruptly came but otherwise swallowed. Wow, he was thick…

Sitting face forward in his lap as he breathed out, she kissed the corner of his mouth.

"You should be careful, Mu, you'd knock up a girl quick with that jizz."

He scowled at her before shaking his head, "Why again?"

She stroked his chest, "Because you're perfect…"

He stared at her dryly, "Am I?"

"Of course. Stellar grades, you know exactly what you want for life. I just wanted to…make you bad for a second" she mused.

He sighed, "I'm nowhere near perfect, Carrie, not by a long shot."

"Yes, you are" she pouted, "Don't ruin your image for me."

He smirked, "Okay."

"Mm, I'd love to f—k you" she sighed.

"Don't even-"

She laughed, pressing her finger to his lips, "I get it, prude, we won't go that far."

"Good" he groused.

She glanced back and noticed that Will and Haruto had stared at them, looking kind of startled. Mura groaned, turning bright red.

"I'm a pervert now, thanks."

She giggled and waved at them playfully. Mura grunted, "Carrie."

"Jeez, Mura, you sound like an older brother!"

He glowered, "The older brother you just gave a blowjob?"

She whispered seductively, "And I'd do it again, onii-san."

"You're warped as hell. What did your parents do to you?" he groaned, shaking his head.

She grinned toothily, "I'm the middle child, you know that."

Mura sighed gravely and hugged her tightly, closing his eyes, "Yea, well, I just hope you don't get into too much craziness with that. We just started and I want the best for you. Do your theater and make the best of it. It's hard to get an opportunity like this so don't lose it."

Carrie scowled at his overly preachy lecture. Sheesh, it was just a blowjob in a bar, don't go crazy on her. She had all the time in the world to do what she wanted.

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"…Did she just…?"

Haruto glanced at Will whose eyes were wide. Mura looked like he was torn between having a heart attack and unimaginable pleasure for a moment and then they saw Carrie emerge from under the table…

"She's…like that. She's messed around with every one of us" Haruto shook his head, "Sad part is I can't really say she's a slut, she just likes screwing with our heads. It's kind of nice when I'm horny though."

Will stared at her as she talked with Mura as if she hadn't just committed some sexual act. He smiled, "Oh really?"

"Blah, this sucks!"

Carrie stomped through her dorm, irate. So this is what college was, huh?

She'd fought tooth and nail to be cast in that stupid show but lost out to someone else! She bit the inside of her mouth as she flashed her ID. So this was going to be a lot tougher than she thought, huh?

"Oh, Izumi-san" said one of the guards.

"Yes?" she said, feeling kind of irritable.

"A guy dropped this off to you earlier" he replied, handing her a package.

She blinked and took it from him, puzzled, before thanking him and walking to her room. Her roommate was gone, as usual, thank God. Setting the package down, she jumped as her cell phone rang. Groaning, she picked it up and sat down on her bed, unraveling the strings.

"Hello?"

"Hey, sweetie."

She smiled some, "Hi, dad."

"How are you?" Cliff Izumi asked in his gentle tone.

She pulled at the tape and shrugged, "I'm okay, I guess. I didn't get a role I wanted though."

He clucked, "That's a mistake."

She chuckled, "Well, this is college. A lot more competition…"

"Well, don't give up. I take it you were cast as something."

"One of the maid's or something lame" she grumbled, the tape on the package being stubborn.

"It's a start. Don't be so sour" he chastised.

"Dad, no one's going to notice the maid with a bunch of other maids dancing around."

"Just act out."

She laughed, deciding to just rip the paper, "Dad, that would keep me from ever being cast again."

"Ah…well, when is it?"

"Next month" she sighed, frowning at the contents, puzzled.

"All right. I'll try to take it off so I can come see you. I've missed you."

"I've mi-"

She took out whatever the fabric was and gasped loudly as it fell into a full length gown. What the—?

"Carrie? Are you all right?"

"Huh? Uh, yea, I'm fine! J-just uh, yea, it'd be awesome if you came to see me do one number…ha."

"Well, when you put it that way…"

She pouted, "You're cruel, daddy."

He chuckled, "I'll do what you tell me to do."

So dumbfounded by the dress, she realized after a moment that she'd slipped and called him 'daddy'. Ugh, so…Jilliana.

"Don't come until I'm cast as at least a character with a line, not singing over how nice the weather is."

He laughed, "All right. Well, I have to go. I'll talk to you later…I love you."

"You too, dadd-"

Oops.

He clicked off and she sighed. Figures. She didn't know why, but she didn't like getting affectionate with her parents. She had literally no reason not to be affectionate though. They'd been the best parents growing up and she couldn't deny that. Maybe Mura was right: something was wrong with her.

She frowned at the dress, a red Vivienne Westwood design. Why? She glanced at the inside of the package and found a note.

"Pack this and meet me at Shiro Station at 5. Will" she cocked a brow.

Will, huh? Mura told her to stay away…but he wasn't her dadd- Damn it!

She sat up, grumbling at herself, and trying the dress on. It was gorgeous. Wait, did he say 'pack' this? Where did he think she was going with him? The nerve! Throwing it into her book bag, she glanced at the clock reading 4:30. Perfect. She'd tell him to go straight to hell and take his pretty dress with him.

She arrived at the last minute, just to irk him more, and glanced around, glowering. Now where was he?

"There you are."

She jumped, stunned, and glared at him, opening her mouth before faltering…

He was leaning out of a limousine, something of an oddity, especially for a college student. He opened the door.

"Get in, we have to leave soon."

She stared, dumbfounded, but he pulled her into the vehicle, signaling for his driver to move. She was at a loss. What? Why…did he have a limo?

"Did you bring the dress?" he questioned, glancing at her.

"Uh, yea…"

"Did you like it?" he asked, turning to gaze at her.

"Huh? Oh, uh, it was pretty. Can I ask where we're going?"

"Broadway."

Snapping her head to him, she stared, wide-eyed, "What?"

He chuckled huskily, "Broadway. I think it's pretty well-known."

She swallowed, "It's…in America. That's a long trip."

"I hope you have nowhere to be. It is the weekend" he frowned.

"Uh, n-no…and…I guess I don't have any classes on Saturday" she mumbled.

Will smiled, "Then you have nothing to worry about. I told you I'd make it up to you, didn't I?"

"…But why?" she questioned, bewildered.

He just smiled.

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If Carrie was suddenly run over by one of the thousands of cars in this city, she'd still die happy.

He took her to see back to back shows all over New York in different places. Mamma Mia!, Les Liaison Dangereuses, Wicked, Macbeth, Phantom of the Opera, and the one she loved the most, Chicago. Now she was certain it was her dream to play someone in that play. Anyone!

"It was so wonderful!" she gushed to Will as they walked out late into the night.

He chuckled, "You enjoyed it?"

"Very much so" she clasped her hands, "Thank you so much, this was much better than just going to see Madame Butterfly."

He chuckled again, "Now, now, that is your favorite, isn't it?"

She opened her mouth but gasped as she nearly tripped backward on the somewhat cumbersome dress. Will caught her effortlessly and smiled seductively. "Careful…"

She blushed a little, embarrassed, "Uh, t-thanks."

He got her on her feet and frowned, "I'm famished. Let's go eat something."

They went to expensive theater shows, ate at a hella expensive restaurant…and by the end of the night they were in a horse drawn carriage. Pursing her lips, she glanced at him as he stared at the sky.

"So…what is it that you want?" she questioned, glowering at him.

"Hmm?" he questioned, confused.

"This had to be an expensive damn trip. What do you want? If it's to get into my pants…"

He laughed rather weirdly, "Hardly. Though I was a bit intrigued by your actions with that other fellow…"

She sighed airily, tossing her hair, "I'd screw Mura into the ground if he let me. He's sexy."

His gaze darkened, "Oh really…?"

She snickered, "Now, now, Mr. Jameson, don't get jealous."

He snorted before leaning into her face, "What do I want? I want you to kiss me."

She pursed her lips, "Then you're SOL."

He smirked deviously, "You'll be…SOL when I leave you here."

Carrie gawked at him, the carriage still rattling along, "Bastard!"

"Then kiss me…" he murmured.

Grumbling, she leaned into him and kissed him vigorously. His lips sent a shiver down her spine as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Groaning, he pulled away and kissed down her neck, earning the same sound. She glanced to the 'driver' who was decisively looking away. She smirked and growled into his ear, "Wait until we get back to the hotel…"

He glanced at her, surprised, before smiling deeply.

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She wasn't sure how it happened but the next thing she knew, she was banging Will any second that she could. He was a good ride as any. And she wasn't sure how it happened, but she found herself living in his apartment on a totally separate mainland from the college. He had a nice place. He wasn't a college student, but a business person…

She wasn't sure how it happened…but she missed four weeks of school.

Frowning as she started to ponder how she was going to get back, the door opened and Will entered, smiling, "I'm home."

"I need to go" she said right off.

He looked puzzled, "Go where?"

"Back to school! You can't keep me here against my will" she grumbled, "They probably even kicked me out of the stupid play."

"…I'm sorry."

She glared at him and fell back on the couch, "Whatever."

He smiled, sitting and bringing his briefcase over, "I have something to make you feel better."

She stared at him, cocking a brow, as he pulled out a little dimebag of...

"Is that…?"

"Cocaine" he sighed, opening the bag, "The good stuff too."

She watched him make lines on the table in absolute disbelief. This uptight workaholic did coke?

He smiled, "Want some?"

"…No thanks" she mumbled, confused now.

"Oh come on. I wouldn't take you as someone who'd be scared of a little coke. Just for kicks."

She stiffened. Looking back, he'd just said those things because he knew they'd get to her. Watching him snort, she followed his example, the affects leaving her in some amazing place that music nor theater had ever taken her.

She wasn't sure how it happened…

But she ended up getting addicted.

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End Notes:

Dammit, Janet is from The Rocky Horror Picture Show ™

A yuppie is what we call the college students that wear suits and ties for no apparent reason…my dad talked about them all the time but I didn't think they actually existed until I went to college x.x