Hey! Well…this is my third fanfiction I've posted, and my first about Harvest Moon! I am UTTERLY obsessed with multiple versions of the game…so I couldn't help myself! I just HAD to write a fanfiction about it! Spose there are a few things to know…
Number one is that this story is based on Harvest Moon: tree of tranquillity. Here's the thing though…I don't actually own the game, I just want it so very badly…unfortunately for me it hasn't been released in the PAL region yet, so unless I can get my Wii chipped, no HM: ToT for a very long time.
I apologise in advance if the characters seem…well…a little OOC…and if the locations of some of the shops and what not are actually wrong.
Number two is that story is probably a little slow to start off with, but maybe I'm only saying that because I usually write one shots and this is actually the first story I've continued on with.
I hope you enjoy it! Reviews are appreciated!
In all my years, I never actually realised how bothersome, and tiring for that matter, painting actually was. Watching my parents, Chelsea and Vaughn, paint our ranch on Sunny Island when I was younger never actually LOOKED like a tough job to me. In fact it looked rather relaxing, however I never actually did lend a hand, and the last time my parents did a 'touch up' to the red coat of the barn, I was thirteen.
Now twenty, I looked up to the newly painted wall of my own house. It had taken me all day to paint three sides of my house…I cringed when I realised I still had the chicken coop, the barn and another about three layers (and the other side of the house) to actually paint. I sighed as I chucked my dirty painting tools in the concrete basin at the side of my house.
Despite the fact that it was a giant hassle to paint my house on my own, I knew it was going to look great at the end! The walls were no longer the faded colour of grey, unpainted wood, but now a powder blue. A great colour I thought, it gave across a 'beach-y' theme to me, which I thought was a prefect theme considering this was Waffle Island, and as such I did reside only minutes away from a beach.
My old overalls where practically covered in paint, it was on my hands, and as I looked in the mirror, I realised I'd even managed to get some on my face. In contrast to my pale complexion, the paint seemed a bright blue. I could even see bright spots of paint stand out among the chestnut colour of my hair. How it got in my hair however was beyond me, but that seems to be the norm while painting.
I sat down on the dirt in my untilled paddock to take a breather. I had only owned the ranch for two days, and I was working hard to tidy the place up. After my paint job on the house was complete, I planned to organise the field and possibly buy some animals. After realising today that painting takes WAY longer then expected, I figured the barn and chicken coop could wait a little while.
Within a few minutes a wave of exhaustion hit me, my days work catching up to me. I couldn't even be bothered to stand up! But it was getting dark, and I figured I needed to have a shower, eat something and then go to bed. My Brain however was working ever so slowly due to the exhaustion and the next realisation I came to was that eating would actually require me to prepare food. That wasn't going to happen. So, without even showering or cleaning myself up a little bit, I forced myself to stand up, and trudge to the nearest restaurant, where the food would be prepared for me. No effort required.
I was aware of how dirty I looked as I walked into town, but I didn't really care, I spent my first day introducing myself to the majority of Waffle town's residents so they knew who I was, and what I was doing. Not that I really cared about appearances anyway.
It wasn't long until I reached the Armonica Bar. I vaguely remembered stopping by yesterday and recalled that a girl called Kathy and her father ran the place. So I walked in, and trudge right on up to the bar and sat down on one of the bar stools. I looked behind my shoulder. It was about six thirty, and the bar wasn't too busy, only a few people where around, But they were locals I hadn't introduced myself to yet.
I turned back to the bar, and to my surprise there was a man, standing there one eyebrow raised, obviously at the fact that my skin tone was practically powdered blue.
He surprised me so much, I jumped in my stool and almost feel off the damned thing.
He snorted out a laugh, "Watch it!" he laughed while he continued to wipe down the bar table.
"Whoa!" I said grabbing the table top for support. "Didn't see you there, you kinda of just appeared out of no where…" I said smiling.
"Actually, I was standing here the whole time, you just don't seem to be very observant." He said wiping a cup.
Well that was…blunt.
"Well?" He looked at me, one eyebrow raised,
"Well what?" I said stupidly.
"…Well what can I get you?" He said rolling his eyes, which I noticed where an intense purple colour.
"Do you guys do food here?" I asked polity. This man seemed kind of rude.
"No, no we don't…we only sell drinks." He sighed.
"Oh…" I said sadly.
For a second, I saw a flash of sympathy in his eyes. He put the table cloth back under the bar, and looked me up and down.
"Seems as though you've had a….busy day, I can whip you up something if you like." He said giving a small smile.
"Oh, no, I can't make you do that, its really ok." I said, he didn't have to go to all that trouble.
"Honestly, Its ok, its not like I have anything better to do. I have time to make you an omelette or something, you look really tired. Besides, I'm a chef, I actually enjoy cooking." He said pulling out the utensils and ingredients out of various cupboards in the bar.
"Wow, thank you!" I said smiling.
"I will pay you of course."
"Don't worry about it…It's just an omelette." He shrugged.
And he started cooking, we sat there in silence, the only noise coming from the chatter of the locals behind us and the sound of food being prepared. During the silence I managed to examine this man in front of me more. He had a pale completion, and his hair was a peach colour that stuck out in all places, on one side his hair was held in place by three bobby pins. I giggled a little, he must not enjoy his hair being so unruly.
He caught me starring, and glared a little.
"What?" He asked.
"N-nothing…" I said looking down at my hands.
He sighed,
He looked up again to look at me and laughed again.
"You do realise there is an invention called the shower, and usually people use it before coming out in public. Give it a try next time."
I frowned. "You're awfully frank aren't you?"
He ignored the comment and continued talking;
"So what were you actually painting today anyway?" He said walking over to the stove to begin preparing the omelette.
"My house actually…but I didn't realise it would be such a long and hard process…I've been at it all day." I said stretching.
"Oh wait, are you that new farmer girl I've heard about?" He asked, not taking his eyes of the omelette. By the tone of his voice, I couldn't tell if he was actually interested in what I was saying, or was just trying to make polite conversation.
"Yes! I've just come from Sunny Island actually. I moved here a couple of days ago…My name is Angela, it's a pleasure to met you." I said politely.
"I'm Chase." He said, "I just moved back a few months ago."
"A few months ago?"
"Yeah."
By his short response, I gathered he didn't want to go into it.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to pry." I apologised.
"You don't have to apologise." He said, flipping the egg onto a plate and placing it in front of me.
I grabbed the knife and fork and took the first bite.
…It was unlike anything I'd ever tasted before!
"…T-this is wonderful!!!" I exclaimed
He smiled a little.
"Thanks."
"No really! I'm not saying it just to be polite! Why, I think you could even rival my Uncle Pi!!" I said happily eating more.
"Your uncle Pi?" he said, cocking an eyebrow.
"Oh yes- sorry, force of habit. Pierre the famous Gourmet!" I beamed.
His eyes widened.
"Your uncle is Gourmet Pierre!" he said shocked
"Yes! Well…not by blood, very old family friend, but still, when he comes to visit, you should cook something for him! You are obviously very talented." I grinned.
He smiled a little and crossed his arms.
"You actually mean that?"
"Of course I do!" I smiled
"Whatever, I'll hold you to it you know. People usually have a way of letting me down." He said, starting to clean the area where he prepared the omelette.
"Don't doubt me." I said.
Our eyes met for a spilt second, but we both instantaneously looked away. At that point, I had finished the omelette.
"Thank you, so, so, much for cooking me that!" I smiled, getting up off my stool.
Chase shrugged. "Don't worry about it…Guess I'll see you around then" He said casually.
"Yeah, see you." I waved.
Lying in bed that night, I couldn't help but think of Chase. The man confused me…I didn't know what to make of him. He seemed to be a smart, sarcastic, kind, cold and passionate person all rolled into one. What WAS he.
Despite the fact that I don't own a copy of the game, I find Chase utterly adorable. The more I read up on his character the more I like him…there is just something about those angst ridden and tsudere characters I find fascinating…
If you have picked up on any spelling or grammar mistakes please let me know.
I appreciate reviews and constructive criticism, but please, if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all.
Sorry if it was a slow start,
2nd chapter coming soon: Who pays Angela a surprise visit on her farm!?
