Saving The Homeland.

DISCLAIMER: We are in NO WAY the owners of Harvest moon. We are merely in love with the story lines and with our own imagination to add to the story. The main character, however, we changed for our own personal reasons. He's not based fully on the main character of the harvest moon. This fanfic also may contain language, nudity and yaoi. If it gets to overrated, I will be posting the rest up at for further continuation.

Writing by: Heero & Shinya.

Prologue

The alarm could be the only thing to wake me from my nightmarish sleep full of memories of why I passed each day with a dull, unsatisfied expression and attitude. Life has been cruel to me and it all started when I was five from what I can remember. Like my nightmares which were just requiring memories of my past, I read them daily like a book that never got tiring.

My father died when I was five. My family and I, Mom, Grandpa and Dad all lived on a single but small farm over run by animals and full of life from the purest and brightest vegetables anyone could grow. My dad was out hunting for our next dinner since the shop on that day was closed from hurricane damage the day before. He was a great hunter my mom always told me, wagging her finger at me as if to expect me to be shocked or stunned; but there was more than one hunter out that day and blind as a bat, one of the other hunters had accidentally shot my dad. He didn't make it through the hour he was down….

All I could remember of him was his strong visage and his growing smile that never had it's limits. He always told me I would one day take over the farm and become the greatest rancher out of the whole village, (which wasn't that big to begin with.) But mom had other plans for me. After the accident, mom packed our things and dragged me to the city where I grew up. I thought that after dad died, life would play fairly on me, give me a few miracles. Boy was I wrong.

A couple of years after we moved to the city, leaving grandpa behind at the village because he couldn't leave his precious little wooden house, my mother got ill. From then I did whatever was possible to take care of her. My little life that I had was devoted in making sure I could keep her alive as long as possible. I became anti social and cold, ignoring anyone's pleas for help whenever I passed them along the sidewalk towards our cheap, one room apartment.

Mom died when I was seventeen and now that I am nineteen, I don't have much to offer. No school, no job and I am living off the little money mom left in my name.

I slammed my hand into the alarm clock that still buzzed it's famous ring that by this time I would have chucked it across the room but my nightmare needed to be ended so I was grateful in the littlest bit.

An hour passed before I actually got up and changed into some half way decent clothes, baggy blue jeans and white shirt that had a few bottons open at the top. It was already twelve in the afternoon and with my little to nothing routine, I ran down the steps of the apartment building to the mailbox, not very excited since I never received mail. I unlocked my slot out of the mailbox compartments and pulled out a single white envelope that was engraved with sloppy handwriting.

'From Dad, To Heero.'

I would be lying if I said I didn't flinch with shock. I glanced around me to see if maybe one of the neighborhood kids was playing a prank on me, although most of them were very afraid of me. Maybe it is because I am a bit taller than them….?

I shook my head and walked back to my apartment, slamming and locking all locks before I even bothered to open this letter. My black eyes trailing over the finer print than the scribble of letters on the envelope.

'Heero, this is your grandfather. I know I said this letter came from your father but I didn't think you'd read it if it came directly from me. By the time you receive this letter I will be dead. I've been on my death bed for a week now and this is the first out of the week that I had the littlest strength to raise a pencil to even write this letter but this means more to me than any life that I have lived.

Do you remember my farm? Since your father passed away I haven't been able to take care of it as well as I used too. The crops have all died and won't grow back….The animals get sick and parish like the vegetables. The house and barn are falling apart, the fields need weeding and the fences need a good nailing but through all this destruction....The sight of the sun over the big blue ocean is one that can never be destroyed.

Heero….They are going to demolish this village, my farm and all the wonders of this once beautiful but strong land to build a theme park. I know what your father would have done, what he would want you to do and what I am about to ask you. Help…save them all.

I am giving you the family farm and begging you with my last days to help save our homeland.

Love, your grandfather.'

I flipped the letter back and forth, half expecting something to be written on the back but there was nothing. I didn't know what to think.

I grimaced at the messy apartment that I lived in and remembered the faint sighting that grandpa had talked about. There really was no more beautiful sight than the one that he spoke of but I'd need more convincing….I crumpled up the letter and threw it into the trash can and left my apartment to reminisce on the letter and of my life.