Disclaimer: I obviously do not own Harvest Moon. However, if anyone wants to give me the rights, I will not hesitate to accept. XD

Warning: BL. Get over it.

Chapter One

"Good morning world and all who inhabit it!" the young rancher yelled to nobody in particular as he launched himself out of bed. The sun shined dimly through the window on an un-seasonably warm winter morning. He flung his legs over the edge of the bed and ran straight to the kitchen. Unfortunately, he tripped over his demon cat, Sprinkles, on the way.

"S-Sorry, Sprinkles!" He got a hiss and bared fangs in response. Oh well, last time she clawed his arm to shreds, so he ignored gratefully the annoyed feline. The blonde had more important things to worry about. Like his mouth watering, freshly baked, drive you crazy, pancakes!

Soon Mark's amazingly delicious pancakes were being digested by his stomach acids and a few hours later, he'd finished his farm work and was on his way to chat it up with Kirk. On his way to the docks, he saw…THE HARVEST GODDESS!

…Not really. But what he saw was a hundred times better anyway. His striking green eyes had wandered onto a certain super-cute red-head teasing her dorky older brother for being afraid of milk. That's right; Milk. How pathetic can you get? Come on, it's a freaking beverage! I can't believe someone like Natalie could be related to that freak-of-nature…

Eventually, Mark was able to pry his eyes off of that angel and make it to the docks without tripping and breaking his nose like last time. Stupid sidewalk…

"Hey, Kirk! How's it going?"

"So-so. Are you ready to explore a new island?"

"Sure man, I'm up for anything. What's this island called?"

"Mushroom Island. Be careful, though, it's a dangerous place…"

"Of course it is," he sarcastically responded. "Because from the moment I step on that island I'm at risk of being mauled by rabid fungi." Mark rolled his eyes at the last comment as he stepped onto the boat.

"This is serious, Mark. Let's face it, you're a klutz; you risk your life just getting out of bed. I'm not telling you not to go; I'm just saying; that island is dangerous for normal people. Mushroom Island is like a death trap for you."

"Oh please, Kirk. I'm like, a natural-born survivor! No dumb island is gonna take me down! W-Whoa!" Mark then collapsed as Kirk's boat hit the dock at Mushroom Island.

"…Well, mister 'natural-born survivor' we're here." Mark scrambled to my feet and climbed up on the dock. "Watch yourself, okay Mark?"

"Yeah yeah, I got it. Thanks Kirk."

As Kirk's boat sped off toward the horizon, our protagonist began to wander into the vast jungle. After a few hours of wandering aimlessly and tripping a few times, he noticed that the sky was slowly getting darker. He quickly made a U-turn, deciding that was enough exploring for today, and started walking in the direction he thought the dock was in. Kirk should be waiting for me he thought. He's always back by evening.

As he continued to wander through the jungle, he began to worry. It's getting darker by the minute… Where is that dock? Am I lost? No, that can't be it. I'm Mark, rancher extraordinaire! I can't get lost. But as time wore on, his confidence slowly depleted. The blonde looked around, frantically jerking his head from side to side. He was deep in the forest and the dock was nowhere in sight. It was pitch black now, and the emerald eyed rancher was exhausted. He leaned against a nearby tree and slowly slid down until he was sitting.

He was hyperventilating for a while, but his breathing eventually slowed and he closed his eyes to clear his head. "Think, Mark, think. You can find a way out of here, you just have to-"

A sudden rustling in the foliage startled him. "-think." He finished. He had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach as he looked around, scanning the vegetation for any sign of life. Nothing. Cautiously, he stood up and a wave of nausea came over him. His gloved hand clutched his stomach as he tried to keep his mouth watering, freshly baked, drive you crazy, pancakes from spilling back out of his mouth. After a few minutes of slowly breathing in and out, he stood up straight and took a step forward.

Or rather, he attempted to. He was immediately shoved back against the tree by a hot, furry, figure. The mysterious figure was cutting off the blood flow in the blonde's wrists as he pushed the rancher harder into the tree. Mark struggled against the figure, but couldn't break free.

"Ugh, let me go!" The blonde yelled. "That hurts!"

"No," was his simple reply.

"What do you mean, no?"

"No mean no. You in Shea territory. Why you here? You steal food?"

"What the hell are you talking about? I don't want your food! Well, unless you're offering."

The wild man's eyes suddenly became visible as he shot a glare at Mark. "Ah-ha! You try to steal food! You bad man! Shea punish bad man!"

Mark felt a hard object hit his head and everything went dark.

A/N: Well, how'd you like it? This is my first multi-chapter fic, so I hope you'll keep reading. Don't hurt me, I promise it gets better! And please review! You don't know how happy they make me! Even if you hated it, please!