This is a twoshot. I was bored so forgive me if it kinda sucks.
I imagined how HM fanfics would be like if the game's rules actually applied to them. Well, here ya go.
This is about Claire and Cliff.
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Claire had just bought a brand new blue feather from the supermarket. It had no casing to protect it, much to her disappointment. She tenderly held it in her hand, admiring its beauty.
"Are you sure this has no casing?" she questioned Jeff. "It might get crumpled in my rucksack with all my tools inside."
"It'll be fine." Jeff reassured. "If you're that worried, why don't you just hold it in your hand?" he sat behind his counter with his usual youthful smile. Besides, everyone in Mineral Town looked youthful and completely contrast their age. Claire, who is clearly old enough to marry, looked like a mere 12 years old. She always wondered why.
"I can't just hold it in my hand!" Claire said too fast. "He might see it!!" she blushed. Claire thought about it for a while. The feather can't be boxed or left in her hand.
"Fine…"she sighed. "Might as well crush it between my tools." Claire removed her rucksack from her back and opened it.
"It'll be as good as new when you fish it out, I promise." Jeff said.
"Okay, if you say so." Claire shrugged on her rucksack, thanked Jeff and headed for the supermarket exit. Or rather was it just market? It's kinda too small to be called 'super'. Oh well…
As Claire made her way to her farm, she happened to pass by him: Cliff. Walking from the Aja Winery to the church. She somehow expected him to say hi to his fiancée but he just brushed by her, walking smack in the middle of the street. Meh…that was normal anyway. Didn't bother her.
When the farm came in sight, Claire dashed to it, wanting to see if her precious feather has already been crushed. She raced to her house, carefully and s l o w l y set her rucksack down on her bed and ripped open the zipper. She dug through her bag and pulled out her perfect, clean, unharmed feather.
Claire was astonished. She turned the feather around and inspected it. Not a single spot. Claire was in disbelief. She put the feather back in with her tools and shook the rucksack vigorously.
When she took it out, the feather was still in top shape. Its cobalt shine was still perfect.
"Must be indestructible," Claire thought. Knowing it wouldn't be harmed whatever she did, she threw the feather back in and plopped the rucksack on her back.
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"Curry powder, rice balls…what else do I need?" Claire was in the kitchen, attempting to make Curry Rice for the third time. She eyed the cookbook which only showed food that she had already made. How inconvenient, she thought.
"Salt…a bit of pepper…maybe a few mushrooms…how 'bout some eggs,milk and miso?" Claire was trying to improvise. She popped the ingredients in the pot without chopping the mushrooms. It would turn out alright anyway. How convenient, Claire thought.
She heard the 'ding' and turned off the stove. When Claire opened the lid, instead of the curry goodness inside, she found a burnt lump of blackness.
"This can't be curry…" she threw the black lump of burnt-ness in the trash and started over. This time without the milk and the miso. It turned out okay.
Knowing it wouldn't get squashed, she threw the plate of curry rice in her rucksack and ran to the church, hoping to meet Cliff there just in time.
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Claire hurriedly opened the doors to the church. Everyone was welcome anywhere, as long as it was open.
As usual, Cliff was in the front pew, sitting by himself. Carter was behind the podium, as always.
"Hi Carter!" Claire cheerily said. Carter nodded her way.
"Hey, there, Cliff!" Claire greeted her fiancée.
"Hello, Claire." He smiled. He was glad Claire was here.
"I brought you lunch!" Claire reached backwards and managed to open her rucksack. Cliff eyed the rucksack, wondering how Claire could fit all her needed tools and some other stuff in there without them getting all mixed up and messy.
She presented Cliff with a hot steamy plate of curry rice. "Here you go!"
Cliff took the plate. "Thank you, Claire." He smiled.
"You're very welcome!" Claire grinned back then closed her rucksack, again reaching backwards. When Claire looked at Cliff again, the plate was gone and he was staring into blank space with a distant smile.
Claire snapped her fingers, remembering something. She turned her back against Cliff, reached for her rucksack and pulled out the perfect blue feather. She twirled it about in her hands.
"Oh, why does the girl have to be the one to propose?" she silently wondered. She took a deep breath and spun around to face Cliff, with the feather behind her back.
"Um, er…Cliff?" Claire flushed as she sat down beside her beloved on the pew.
"Yes?" Cliff replied; his eyes brown and his smile soft. Claire inaudibly gulped and took out the feather from behind her back.
Cliff's eyes became wide and he gasped. "C'mon! To your house! QUICK!" he grabbed Claire's wrist and flew out the doors.
Carter stood there, astonished at the rush. It simply wasn't like Cliff at all.
Cliff wordlessly dragged Claire all the way to her farm.
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In Claire's house, she and Cliff panted and caught up with their breaths.
"It's much safer in here…" Cliff gasped. Claire just nodded. She gave Cliff the blue feather.
"Of course, I'll be happy to marry you!" Cliff smiled. Claire flushed, unable to say anything.
"Well…" Cliff scratched the back of his head. "I have to be getting to the inn. See you." He exited the door.
"That was…brief…" Claire said. The engagement had indeed been brief. No more than a minute in real time. But she was satisfied. She would be married to her one and only in a few days. A week to be exact.