Disclaimer: I do not own Harvest Moon and/or the characters in the game. All belong to the respectable creators and Natsume Inc.

Alright, so, this is chapter one of my GillxMolly story. Please understand that MY story doesn't completely follow the main storyline. It is, after all, fan-fiction. If there is any confusion, just ask me about it. Keep in mind the point of view will and does change. Enjoy!

All Your Reasons

Chapter 01:

Accidents Happen

Molly…

Summer, the hottest season on Castanet Island was in full force. Molly, the young, social butterfly rancher worked hard at plowing the field in front of her as sweat poured from her face. The straw hat she wore wasn't helping her at all, really.

The animals on her ranch didn't see to mind; they enjoyed hot, sunny days like this. The cows lazily munched on the grass, as did the goats and sheep, while the chickens eagerly and vengefully chased the poor orange harvest sprite, Finn. Molly gingerly laughed at the sight.

It had been three years since Molly came to the island, and two years since she returned the island to its original beauty. The little sprite should have left her way back then, but he still remained hovering invisibly by her side. Whenever Molly brought this topic up, Finn always told her that he wasn't leaving until he "fulfilled his duties".

Whatever duty that was… Molly would ponder, looking irritably down at the enthusiastic sprite. He would never say more than that, well, besides the fact that the Harvest Goddess gave him this task herself. Joy.

"M-Molly!" Finn cried as he crashed onto her shoulder, "Are you doneeee?"

Molly wiped the sweat away with the back of her hand as she looked at her field. Corn, tomatoes, onions, tealeaves, sunflowers, and rice were beginning to rise from the ground. Her eyes dropped to her little friend, a small ceased her slim lips.

"I am now," She patted his head, "Why are you so tired? You didn't have to do a thing!"

He glared up at the rancher, "Those chickens were chasing me!"

Molly laughed, "You deserved it."

"Nu-uh!" The tiny sprite stuck out his microscopic tongue.

The brunette merely laughed harder as he glared upwards at her. The little guy was no bigger than her head—Molly could easily squash the poor guy with just one hand. Finn sat leisurely on her shoulder as he tapped his chin as if he was pondering.

Molly's eyebrow raised, "What?"

"I could've sworn you said there was something you planned today…" Finn mused thoughtfully. "Something important…"

She stuck her hoe into the ground and began to ponder herself. Molly leaned on the implanted tool, as she glared at the ground. Her brows furrowed harshly as she glared hard at the dirt. Molly's eyes widened as the important "something" reappeared in her mind.

"Mining with Luke and Owen!" She gasped, "I have to go!"

"Wha—?" The sprite began, but Molly had already raced inside and grabbed her hammer. She was already out and racing towards Harmonica Town. Poor Finn hovered there with an outstretched arm, "W-Wait, Molly!"

It was too late the brunette was already gone. To think: she probably could have gotten there sooner if she had crossed the bridge and not panicked. Oh, well. She'll learn that eventually.

Gill…

The platinum blonde sighed, another horrible tasting tomato juice in his hand. Luna had given another horrendous gift—no, he loved tomatoes, he loved anything with them in… but it only liked tomatoes when they actually tasted good.

However, Gill knew all too well he couldn't decline a gift from Luna—she was a hellion.

"I'm so happy you took it, Gill!" The pinkette squealed in delight as she stood outside Sonata Tailoring. It was unfortunate for him that he had a chance to run into her while doing his duties as the mayor's son.

He put on a fake pleased smile and glanced down at her—as she was a tad bit shorter than normal girls, "Don't mention it." Literally.

The younger Sonata sibling squealed even louder, if that was possible. Gill swore up and down that his ears were more than likely bleeding; he mentally slapped himself for not considering her whereabouts before setting out to do his father's bidding.

Gill pushed back his annoying cowlick and smoothed out his hair, "I suppose I should get back to my father now," he stated. Luna gazed at him as if he we speaking a different language entirely, her lip poked out with a pout.

Then she nodded, "Yeah, I should get back, too—they need me," she strut to the door and batter her eyes at the blonde boy, "But I fully attend to see you later." She winked at him.

Gill's body stiffened as she winked at him, "Fabulous." He uttered, sarcasm oozing out as he spoke. Fortunately, Luna was too dense to realize it.

Finally, the nuisance was gone; he was free to go about his business. Silently Gill cursed at his father who had forbid him from being even mildly rude to that annoying pinkette that was completely infatuated with him.

This is going to be very difficult… Gill huffed and began trudging towards Town Hall. His thoughts began to wonder, leaving him completely vulnerable to the world around him, the red tomato juice still in his hands.

"L-Look out!" A voice cried.

BAAMM!

It seemed to happen in slow motion, the two of them colliding and falling roughly to the ground with a large thud. They mimicked each other's yelps of pain as they landed. The horrible red liquid had broken free from the container and was spewed all over the pair.

Gill's reaction was much like a fish out of water—like he was gasping for air with is bright, sapphire eyes wide. Rage rose in his eyes, his body began to shake with furry. If it was anyone else, Molly probably would've laughed and made a joke about it. But lo and behold, it was Gilligan Hamilton, the optimistic Mayor's pessimistic son. And he had the uncanny ability to scare the daylights out for Molly.

"Oh Goddess! I am so, so sorry Gill!"

"…." Gill fumed as he stared down at his stained clothing.

He probably hadn't noticed his hair yet… Molly eyed him cautiously. Abruptly, Gill's icy glare turned to her, Molly "eeped" in surprise, her face a slight shade of pink.

"I-I'm s-s-sorry," she uttered breathlessly again. His glare didn't even diminish nor did he speak—he just glared at the poor young rancher. Molly herself was also covered in the tomato juice—but she didn't care; accidents happen sometimes. Plus, it's not like this was the very first stain she got on her clothes, she was a rancher after all. It is what it is, in her opinion. But not Gill's.

She pushed herself up to her feet and didn't bother to brush herself off; she was just going to get dirtier. Her eyes fluttered towards Gill, to her surprise, was standing up in front of her.

"You need to watch where you're going, idiot!" Gill barked, finally releasing his pent up rage.

Molly blinked, astonished by his actions—she's never known Gill to just yell like that. Well, she did but not like the way he did. She even had to admit it to herself that she found this arrogant, haughty boy was very attractive to her. Especially when he was mad.

Her cheeks brighten as he continued to fuss at her; her thoughts—not all respectable—swirled wildly in her head. It so happened that Molly happened to catch a glance at his watch, the time clearly visible.

"Oh my…" Molly gasped.

Gill stopped his tantrum and cocked his eyebrow at her, "What?"

"I'm going to be late!" Molly shrieked and took off running towards the mine carts. She left the boy standing there, gawking, and still stained with that red tomato juice.

A small, itty-bitty, smile crept onto his face, At least I won't have to drink it… Gill thought humbly to himself, although he would never admit that he wasn't all that mad—he had an image to uphold in the end.

Molly wouldn't be getting off so easy. Not in the least.

Author's Note:

Okay, that's chapter one! Although, it's more like a prologue… hm… anyways, I'm sorry if it sucked. I was just pushing myself to finish it in the end, so it's probably crappy. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoyed it! Review and rate, please!

~ Chiirushi