A/N: Hallo, people! I was bored one day, so I started daydreaming about Harevst Moon - the gameboy game. Meh, I liked how things were going, so I wrote it down so I wouldn't forget it. This will be yaoi - you have been warned - but the cute fluffiness kind. No fluffiness in this chappy, you'll see it later on. So...yeah...I just posted this to know how people liked it and if I should continue daydreaming about it or something else.

Rating: 'T' for yaoi and some language.

Warnings: This story does contain yaoi (M/M), you don't like, you don't read. It's as simple as that, people!

Disclaimer: Hmm...do I own it...? Meh, it's an OC game, so I really don't know. Let's put it this way, I only own Shinji, the OC.

Chapter 1

Shinji

A gentle breeze was drifting through the small valley, silently passing through the tiny, beaten down farm on the edge of the town. A young boy standing in front of one of the wooden buildings shuddered and tugged the windbreaker he was wearing closer to his lean body. Winter was almost over—the first day of Spring was tomorrow—but Winter's chilling atmosphere still lingered, making the deserted farm seem even more desolate. A thin layer of snow covered the ground, covering the many weeds that littered the ground as well.

The boy glanced around the pitiful farm anxiously, noting that it wasn't bustling with life as it used to be when he visited. Everything had changed—there weren't any signs of life anywhere he looked: no cows or sheep in the field, no horse trotting around arrogantly, no chickens to annoy the living hell out of him with their irritating clucking, no dog bounding up to him and then tackling him to the ground…and what was even more worrying was that there was no old man to greet the boy with a friendly smile. The boy frowned, his shoulder-length brown hair being ruffled by the wind.

What is going on? Where is everyone…or everything…?

Just as the boy began to grab the knob of the old, wooden door in front of him, a voice made him stop.

"Hey you!" yelled an angry voice from behind him. Shocked, the boy spun around, raising his arms in a defensive pose, only to be face-to-face with a short, plump, man with a big, brown bushy moustache under his nose. A red top-hat was placed upon his balding head.

"Ah!" the boy stared at the little man in surprise. "W-was I doing something…wrong!"

"The owner of this farm died a while back! You can't just come waltzing in here!" the man snapped. The boy's eyes widened in horror.

"He…he…died? Takura died?" the boy stuttered out. He hung his head, crestfallen. "I guess…that would explain things…"

The little man's glare disappeared and was replaced with a look of curiosity. "What? You knew him?"

The boy nodded without looking up.

"And you didn't know that he had died…?" he asked.

The boy nodded again without raising his head. At that moment, his shoes seemed a lot more interesting to him than what the man before him was saying.

The man frowned and gave the disheartened boy a look of sympathy. "He died about…Oh, six months ago, I recon. After his death, I came across his will. He had no family what-so-ever, so everything he owned was left to one single person. And until whoever that is shows up, I'm taking care of the farm." The boy didn't say anything, but when the man spoke again, he looked up.

"Will you tell me how you met the old man? Not very many people outside of this town knew him, so who are you to be familiar with Takura?" the man probed.

The boy's face tensed up with concentration, before sighing and looking at the stubby man. Shrugging, the boy's angled face became indifferent. His sharp, pointed, golden-brown eyes were glazed over as he tried to remember how he became friends with the old man.

"Hmm…it was a while ago—about eleven years ago, when I was five. My parents and I had gone on a vacation for the summer, down to this town. Heh, that rhymes. Anyway, we were staying at some inn, and one day we decided to climb up this mountain to see the peak. We stumbled onto a weird field of flowers and I kinda lost my way…"

The boy's voice trailed off as he racked his brain.

"Shinji? Are you having fun?" a refined looking woman asked kindly. The small child sitting in the field ignored his mother. He was too busy picking the flowers around him and trying to weave them together to make a chain to answer his mother. A tall man next to his mother chuckled.

"Look at him! Of course he is! Just let him do what he wants, hunny. Let's go up a little further, I've heard that there's a great view at the peak," he said, wrapping his arms around his wife. She, however, looked skeptical.

"But darling, what about Shinji?" she asked. He just shrugged.

"He'll be fine—he's not going anywhere. Besides, the sun's going to set soon, and if we hurry, we could see the sunset from the peak of the mountain. Wouldn't that be great? And we'll just be up there—it isn't that far from here. And we'll still be able to see Shinji…" he urged. The woman looked down at Shinji. He was still occupied with his chain of flowers and didn't seem to be paying any attention to his parents at all. After deliberating for a few moments, she finally smiled and nodded at her husband.

"Okay. But let's go now. The sooner we leave, the sooner we'll get back," she agreed. The man smiled and took her hand in his, leading her higher up the mountain. Shinji was still oblivious to everything besides the chain of flowers he was trying to make.

"ARRGH!" Shinji yelled in frustration. The flowers just wouldn't piece together right, and he had been working at it for more than half an hour. The sun was already setting, and he only had half of a chain so far.

"Mamma, why does these f'wers hate Shinji…?" he asked sadly, expecting his mother to pick him up and give him a big hug. When it never came, he looked up from the pitiful half-chain of flowers and gasped. He was alone—all alone. Turning around, Shinji searched everywhere for his parents, but all he could see was the endless meadow of flowers. Shinji stood up, starting to panic. His parents weren't anywhere to be seen.

"Th-they…left Shinji?" he meekly asked to no one in particular. He had gotten into the habit of talking to himself, answering himself and referring to himself in the third-person manner.

"Well, they obviously aren't here!" a flower below his foot seemed to answer. Shocked, Shinji felled to his knees and stared at the flower.

"D-do you…know where Shinji's parents is, Mr. F'wer?" he begged. Like so many other words, Shinji couldn't say 'flower' right. Just like the words 'minimum' and 'Wednesday'. Man, I hate those words. The flower laughed evilly, but then fell silent. Shinji asked the flower again, but, again, it didn't answer. It never really did answer him in the first place, he just imagined it did. So when no answer was given, Shinji grew angry. Standing up, the young boy mercilessly stepped on the flower over and over again.

"Stop mocking Shinji!" he cried out. He was so frustrated. It seemed like the whole world was against him at that moment. Feeling hot tears fall down his cheeks, he looked up to see if it was raining, but then realized it was his tears. Stepping on the flower again, he yelled. Why did his parents leave him?

Balling his tiny hands into fists, Shinji turned around and ran, his unfinished flower-chain completely forgotten.

Shinji couldn't stop crying. He felt so out of place and helpless, and he had no clue where he was. Five wooden buildings were scattered across a giant stretch of land. A small doghouse was standing next a building that had a sign that said 'Barn' on it, and a large, aged dog was eyeing Shinji curiously from inside of the doghouse. Shinji cried harder.

Next to him, behind a fence made of logs, a giant white and black thing was watching him as well. When Shinji stopped to stare back at it, it made an extremely loud and scary noise that made Shinji fall on his backside.

"MOOOOOOOO!" it mooed very loudly.

"AHHHHHHHHH!" Shinji cried out, just as loud as the thing that was mooing. Since Shinji was making loud noises, the giant black and white thing started mooing even louder, making Shinji cry even louder. By now, everything else happening on the farm was being drowned out by Shinji's yelling and the big thing's mooing. Other giant black and white things joined the first one and began mooing at Shinji as well. Puffy white animals began to 'baa' at Shinji. The whole farm had gone crazy.

"Oh…my! What is going on?"

Shinji stopped yelling and turned around to face the person who had spoken. An old man was standing in the doorway of a small building that had 'Chicken Coop' engraved into it. Five small chickens crowded around his feet, staring at Shinji with red eyes. The old man sauntered over to Shinji and looked him up and down.

"Hey young man. Why are you crying? Did you get lost?" he asked kindly, offering a hand to Shinji. When Shinji didn't accept his hand, the old man grabbed Shinji's backpack and lifted him up in the air. Taking him away from the angry cows and sheep, the old man tried to calm him down, but Shinji's small arms slipped from the backpack and he fell on his rear end again.

"What's this?" the old man asked, examining the worn backpack. "Is that your phone number on your bag? Let's call you parents."

The old man offered his hand to Shinji once again, and this time Shinji took it. The old man led him into on of the small, wooden building and called his parents.

"Oh! Thank you! Thank you so much for helping us find our son!" Shinji's mother cried out, rushing to her child and wrapping her arms around him. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she showered Shinji with kisses. Her husband stood next to them, a broad grin of relief spread across his face.

"Thank god…We live in the city, but we wanted to show our son the country on this trip," Shinji's father explained.

"Is that so?" the old man raised an eyebrow. "In that case, why not come spend a few days on my farm?"

Shinji's father's grin widened. "You really mean it?"

"Sure!" the old man exclaimed. "I live alone, so you wouldn't bother anybody. I'd love the company!"

After that, Shinji had so much fun. He did so many things that he had never dreamed of doing, such as riding one of those scary black and white things he later learned were called cows. He rode a horse who was way too arrogant for his own good, and played fetch with a shabby dog; he chased chickens around with a stick, and then was chased around by a pack of very angry, rabid chickens with red eyes. But because of his Attention Deficient Disorder, Shinji became bored the very next day.

"Shinji's bored…" he complained.

"Shinji!" his mother scolded. "You have a whole farm to play on with animals and other weird things, and you're already bored!"

"Oh, it's alright, dear! Children become bored, it's what they do!" the old man, Takura, laughed. "If he's bored, he should go to the beach! Summer is the perfect time to go to the beach! I couldn't go, I still have work to do around here, but that shouldn't stop you!"

Shinji's face lit up with excitement. "Shinji hasn't never been to a beach before! Can Shinji go, Mamma!"

"Eh? Uh…fine, sweetie. I'll take you to the beach," his mother smiled.

"Yay!" Shinji cheered.

At the beach, Shinji's mother entered a small, quaint little beach house painted white, leaving Shinji to do what he wanted in the sand. He ran around for almost an hour, chasing sea gulls, and when there weren't anymore sea gulls to chase, he'd chase his reflection in the water. Soon, he became tired from making sand angels, then coughing up sand because he was laughing with his mouth open too much, so he collapsed on a pile of salty-smelling sand and closed his eyes.

After he regained his breath, he got an idea and started holding his breath. Suddenly he heard footsteps coming towards him, but Shinji still didn't open his eyes. It was very important that he didn't move at all. The footsteps stopped abruptly and he heard a gasp.

"…Y…ah…! Uh…" the voice stuttered. "…ey…Hey!"

Suddenly, the light from the sun was blocked off by something, making Shinji snap his eyes open. A young boy about a year older than him was on his knees, leaning over Shinji and staring down at him with grayish-blue eyes. A dark blue bandana with golden stars on it was tied around his head. He had tanned skin—it appeared that he was in the sun a lot—and his hair was midnight black. The bandana did nothing to hold it back, letting his shiny hair do what it wished. It fell down in a silky cascade around his shoulders, gently brushing against Shinji's cheeks, making his nose twitch. The other boy laughed and stood up. Dusting himself off, he turned to Shinji.

"You were so quiet that I thought you were dead!" he laughed. "Why are you lying on the ground like that? Are you trying to bury yourself?"

"No," Shinji replied simply.

"Hmm?" the boy tilted his head to the side. "Then why…?"

Shinji laughed at him for being so stupid. "Heehee, Shinji is being a speed-bump! Heehee, Shinji laughs at you for being so stupid!"

The other boy only became even more confused. "Why? And who's Shinji?"

Shinji smiled. "Shinji is Shinji! And a being a speed-bump is much better than being a rock! Duh!"

"Oh. But…who's Shinji?"

Suddenly, Shinji's mother called out from the beach house. "Shinji! Don't lay in the sand! Sand Sharks will attack you and eat your hair! And who is that next to you? Did you make a friend already?"

"Yes, Mamma!" Shinji called back.

Shinji's mother looked confused. "Yes what? Yes you made a friend…or yes you're lying in the sand?"

Shinji shrugged.

Behind Shinji's mother, another woman looked out the door. Her hair was just as black as the boy standing next to Shinji, but she had a pink bandana holding her shoulder-length hair back. She was very white—almost pale-like—and her eyes were green. An apron as white as she was covered her petite body.

"Is everything alright, Kai? Don't get yourself too sandy, now, it's almost rush hour," she called. The boy next to Shinji nodded.

"'Kay, Ma!" he called back. When the two women went back inside of the beach house to chat, the two boys turned to each other, smiling. The tan boy, Kai, stretched a hand out to Shinji. At first, Shinji just stared at it…then he tried to bite it. Kai reflexively withdrew his hand, then reached down and grabbed Shinji's hand. Using strong arms for a six-year-old, Kai pulled Shinji up and smiled at him.

"Shinji, huh?" Shinji nodded. Pointing a finger at himself, Kai grinned. "Well I'm Kai!"

Shinji tilted his head to the side. "I know."

…

"Oh…" Kai muttered. "Anyway! Let's do something, okay Shinji?"

Shinji looked down at his feet. "But Shinji already chased the sea gulls away. And Shinji is tired of chasing after me in the water. And because of you, Shinji can't be a speed bump…so what else is there left to do?" he asked Kai hopelessly.

Kai stared at Shinji for a few moments, before bursting out laughing. "You're so funny, Shinji! That's not all you do at a beach! There is so much more to do! Man, this is perfect! I was looking for someone to play together with! You're perfect, Shinji!"

Shinji tilted his head to the side. "Tell Shinji, what else can we do?"

Kai smiled at Shinji, before grabbing his hands and leading him to the shore. "How's about I show you instead?"

Shinji smiled back as they kneeled down in the sand. Kai pulled out a plastic green bucket and filled it with sand. Once it was full to the brim, he turned the bucket over and slowly pulled the bucket away. In its place was an exact replica of the bucket, except sandy-sand instead of green plastic.

"See?" Kai showed him.

"Oh!" Shinji exclaimed. Kai laughed at his surprised expression. Handing the bright green bucket to him, Kai continued to laugh.

"Here. You make one!" he offered. But Shinji refused and smacked the bucket out of Kai's hands. He looked at Kai bewilderedly, like he had just broken some important taboo or something.

"Why would we need the ugly green bucket when we have this magical weird one?" Shinji asked. "Shinji will just use this one, okay?"

"…Wait…" Kai started. But Shinji ignored him and grabbed the doppelganger bucket, trying to pull it up. Kai burst out laughing again at the horrified look on Shinji's face when his fingers sunk into the sand bucket. Now it was all lopsided. Shinji's face twisted into a look of pure anguish as the sand poured through his fingers. Angry, he rose to his feet and began walking away. Kai stopped laughing immediately.

"Y-you're leaving! W-why!" Kai sputtered. Shinji ignored him and continued to walk. Suddenly, however, he turned on his heel so fast that sand sprayed into his face. Coughing up yet even more sand, Shinji began to run back to Kai, kicking up sand as he ran. When he was still about 4 feet from Kai, Shinji jumped into the air and tackled the sand bucket.

"…Um…" Kai just stared at Shinji as he began to cough up sand again.

"Did you have fun?" Takura asked Shinji and his parents. It was the end of their vacation, and they were finally going home.

"Yes, thank you so much for letting us stay with you!" Shinji's mother gushed.

"There is absolutely nothing we could ever do to make this up to you!" Shinji's father said, shaking Takura's hand. Both of Shinji's parents bowed to the old man, but he waved it away, grinning.

"No, it's alright. Shinji, thank you for staying here with me. I sure had fun with you! I don't have any grandkids of my own, you know…Well, I suppose you have to go now. Farewell…" Just as Takura turned his back, Shinji ran up to him and grabbed his pants leg.

"Hmm…?" Takura turned around and looked down at Shinji. Once he caught his attention, Shinji raised him arms and jumped up and down.

"You…you want me to carry you…?" The old man asked. Shinji nodded. Grinning, Takura lifted Shinji up by under his arms and threw him in the air, catching him once he came back down. Shinji laughed and sat on Takura's shoulder, hugging his head. Shinji's parents smiled.

"I-I'll…miss you, old man!" Shinji yelled. His parents gasped. That was the first time he had ever spoken in first person since he learned how to talk. He had always called himself 'Shinji'. Takura just smiled and put Shinji back on the ground.

"Is there any chance of you writing an old man like me a letter once in a while…?" he asked hopefully. Shinji nodded.

"Really? Here's my address, then," Takura pulled out a piece of paper and wrote down his address and handed it to Shinji.

"I'll see you kiddo!" he grinned as he ruffled Shinji's hair. Shinji grinned back. With that last goodbye, they left the farm and headed down the street to the city square. It was a four-way intersection—to the right was the beach; to the left was the train station; ahead of them was the church, clinic, market, and library, and behind them was the farm.

"Come, Shinji. We're headed for the train station," his mother tugged on his hand in the direction of the train station.

"Ok…" Shinji sighed. As he turned away, he heard a voice calling to him. Turning back around, Shinji smiled as he saw a midnight head covered by a blue bandana covered with golden stars bobbing his way.

"Hey! Shinji!" the voice called.

"Kai…!" Shinji smiled.

He was so relieved that he got to see Kai before he left. In the few days that they had spent together, they had become fast friends. Shinji really didn't want to leave him, but he didn't exactly have a choice. Shinji had never had so much fun with a person before—they made sandcastles and sand-buckets; they collected shells; they went fishing, and when the fish wouldn't bite, they would throw the shells at them; they went on hikes; Shinji even got free food because of Kai at the beach house. His mother owned the beach house, and since Kai had no siblings, he was next in line to inherit the beach house. Kai once told Shinji that his father had left on a fishing trip and never came back when Kai was only three, and his mother was very sickly, so life kinda sucked for him. But that didn't make Shinji think of Kai any less of a person.

Once, Shinji had stepped on a broken piece of glass, cutting the bottom of his foot. Angry at the piece of broken glass for hurting him, Shinji stomped on it with his other foot, not thinking that it would cut his other foot. Kai, being a good friend, tore the bandana he was wearing that day in half and bandaged both of Shinji's feet. He then carried Shinji on his back over to the clinic because Shinji couldn't walk on his own so Shinji could get professional help. Kai's precious bandana was, of course, ruined. But Shinji got to see Kai without his trademark bandana, so he was glad. Shinji was really going to miss him.

Kai ran up to Shinji, out of breath.

"I-I…I went to the…farm…but the old guy…said you weren't there…so I ran around town, looking for you…and…you're leaving already?" Kai whined.

Shinji nodded. "Yup, back to the city…I'm…gonna miss you!"

Kai stopped. Did he really hear what he thought he heard? "Did…did you say…'I'?"

Shinji grinned and nodded. "Yes! I do believe I did say 'I'!"

Kai blinked, but then grew somber. "So…you're really…leaving? Well…here…" Slowly, Kai raised his hands and began to untie his bandana. He gracefully took it off and offered it to Shinji. "Take…take it…"

Shinji stared at the bandana in awe. Kai forced a laugh and grabbed Shinji's hand, placing his cherished bandana in it. Shinji closed his hands around it, running it through his fingers.

"It's soft…" Shinji whispered, laughing. He raised the bandana to his cheek and rubbed it against it. His eyes fluttered closed as the soft silk rubbed against his cheek.

"H-hey…!" Kai stopped him. "I'm not…I'm not giving that to you! That's my favorite bandana! I'm just…just letting you…borrow it. Y-yeah, that's it! You have to give it back to me later, okay, Shinji? You…you have to come back. Come back, okay?"

Shinji grinned. "Okay! Of course I will! I promise that I'll keep it safe, okay?"

"Shinji dear, can you speed things up here? We really can't miss our train," Shinji's mother told her son as she checked her watch.

"Eh? O-okay, Mamma. Kai…" Shinji said, turning back to Kai. "I'll miss you!" he said, giving Kai a big hug. Kai stood there, shocked, before returning the hug.

"I'll miss you, too, Shinji…Come back and see me, okay?" Shinji smiled and nodded. Just as he let go of Kai, he reached up and pressed his lips to Kai's cheek. Kai blushed and pulled away, while Shinji turned back around to his parents, who just stared at their son and sighed. They decided to ignore the fact that he just kissed another guy and instead they headed for the train, pulling Shinji along with them.

As Shinji was being dragged away, he turned around and shouted, "Bye Kai!"

Kai, still blushing, raised his hand and gave a meek wave, a weak smile across his lips. "Bye Shinji…" he whispered.

"Ever since I left, I've been writing to the old man. He was writing back, but soon, I stopped getting his letters. I kept writing to him, asking if things were okay, but I never got another reply. Worried, I came to check on him, but found this place deserted. That's when you snuck up on me, scaring me shitless…" the boy explained to the short, plump man.

"Oh…I see…by the way, what is your name?"

"Meh? My name? Shinji Mimura."

The little man gasped. "S-Shinji? Are you for real? Takura left everything in his will to a Shinji Mimura. Whoo, lucky you! You get his farm! Well, it's yours if you want it. What do you say, Shinji?"

Shinji shrugged. "Sure. I can't go back home, my parents disowned me for being hyperactive…Besides, there's someone who lives here who I really want to see again."

"Great!" the man beamed. "From here on out this place is yours! It won't be easy, but if you try hard, you can do a job to make Takura proud!"

Shinji nodded, glad that he had a chance to start a new life.

A/N: Hey, people! What did you think? Should I continue? No, there wasn't any yaoi in this chapter, just little kids having fun. Review and get cookies.