AN: Okay, so I had this idea when studying for History Exams so I'm not quite sure how it turned out. I've been working on the idea for about seven hours now and its almost 2am, so I'm like super tired. Also part of it came from my English teacher talking about how Facebook takes advantage how people are naturally narcissitic, like I'm doing right now... Anyways so yeah...
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It was a monsoon. The brown-haired woman could not wait forever for the rain to stop. She had to leave. The village was just closing in on her. Her heart sealed away, it was time for her to leave.
It had been almost two months since the blond had last seen her friend. She rubbed a dishcloth over the same spot of the counter continually as she worried.
"She really left, Griffin." Muffy repeated to her husband again for the hundredth time since the farmer's departure.
"Yes, Muffy, she did." He replied just a monotonously.
No one in the village could deny the fact that Jill had been their last ray of hope. Just her presence made everyone's day better. After her uncle Takakura fell ill, even the sunniest days could not make the farmer smile. Soon following a rain started that even after months have not stopped.
"She was dating that Phantom Thief person wasn't she?" Griffin asked a frown on his face. Muffy nodded, a thin film of water covering her eyes. He has not been able to come to the valley since the rain started. "I wonder how he's holding up."
"He doesn't know." Muffy whispered. "She left before he could visit."
Unknown to the bar owners, a certain silver hair thief crept in the darkness. He hated the rain… No, he absolutely loathed it. He could not visit his beautiful rose when it rained, but tonight it finally ceased. Yet a gloom shadowed over the valley that he could not shake off.
"Griffin, my cousin Eve recently opened up a small diner across state. She needs help getting established, and honestly, I need to get away from here for a while." Muffy silently cried. Her tears formed a small puddle on the counter top.
Mint green eyes widened at the sight of his lover's farm. The buildings were falling apart and the field unkempt. He could feel his heart shatter when his fell upon the boards that covered the front door shut.
An amethyst-eyed woman sat at the base of a giant oak tree. A full moon shone reliantly above her providing her enough light to read her book. The aid of glowing blue flowers also illuminated the pages. Despite the dim lighting, the brown-haired woman read.
She was unaware of the shadow that slithered through the night. A pale hand reached for the book, pulling it out of her hands. Marking the page with his finger, a silver haired man turned the book so he could read the back cover.
"Skye!" The woman cried, trying to sound mad but only giggled instead.
"You shouldn't read in such dim lighting, love. It could ruin your eyes." The man smirked as he sat down beside her, still reading the back of the book. "The Farmer and the Thief?" He chuckled as he read the title.
"Sh-Shut up." The farmer blushed as she ripped the book out of his hands. "Claire sent it to me after her visit last spring. Apparently it's about a farmer who falls in love with a thief after attempting to stop one of his heist."
"We've both been there, rose." Skye chuckled.
"But as far as I've gotten, we have a good life." She answered, replacing her heart shaped bookmark into the book. "The farmer's father dies in this story and she leaves."
"Really now?"
Jill giggled as she opened the book a few pages before her marked page and started reading. "Depression covered the town as a thick wool blanket; visitors finding ways to get away and villagers wishing for something better for their home. The life of Norman Township was dead. The person that once had kept the townsfolk happy during times of economic turmoil, war, and epidemics was gone. However, what the townsfolk felt was nothing compared to the daughter of the previous mayor.
"The young woman refrained from interacting with her neighbors, unless it was necessity. For months people longed to see the cheerful girl, but she refused to leave her farm. At night, she would cry herself to sleep, not even allowing her lover to comfort her. She was too far-gone. It was one rainy night, with only a note to explain her absence, did the girl leave her farm for good."
A silence fell over the couple as Jill closed the book.
"Now, Jill…" Skye said a bit troubled. "Why are you reading such a depressing book?"
Jill chiming laughter filled the area around the pond as she rested her head on the thief's shoulder. "Sometimes it makes life seem so much better."
"Go ahead. I can keep things under control here." Griffin wiped a falling tear off his wife's cheek.
Seeing that the house was empty only destroyed the man further. She left. Sometime during the monsoon, she left and did not tell him. He knew she fell into a depression when Takakura fell ill, but then the rain came and prevented anyway for him to contact her… What had happened?
He took a deep breath before walking away from the farm. He did not know where his feet were taking him. All he knew was after years of learning to trust someone. The one person that promised him she would not drop him did something worse.
"She told me she won't be able to open for business until Sunday so I'll leave on Friday." Muffy smiled sadly before pecking him on the cheek. "I love you."
"I love you too." Griffin replied before they turned their attention back to work. It had been a slow night. Even the regulars did not show up, so when the door opened Griffin was definitely not expecting the Phantom Thief to stumble into the bar.
"Phantom Skye!" Muffy gasped as she rushed to help the man get up.
It was so unlike the normal calm and collected thief walk in just anywhere. His normal neatly pressed clothes wrinkled from excess movement. He looked like walking death.
"S-she's gone." He muttered shaking uncontrollably. "What happened?"
"After the monsoon hit Takakura passed away. He was already weak from old age so it was inevitable. Her depression worsened when one night she just left." Muffy told him as she helped him to a chair. "She's still alive because every once in a while I receive a letter, but there is never a return address."
"I can't… She's taken… Oh Goddess, why wasn't I there for her?"
The sound of skin on skin echoed through the room as Muffy's delicate hand slapped him across the face. His skin turned red from impact as both men stared at the blond, both startled.
"You know her better than both of us combined." She hissed. "You know that even if both us were with her, you as her boyfriend and I as her best friend, she would've still left. She just needs some time."
They responded with silence for a minute before the silver haired thief frowned. "Then where was her father's farm? We both know she wouldn't deal with this alone either."
Muffy smiled lightly. "I believe it was in Flowerbud Village." Before any more words exchanged, he was already heading for the door. "Don't be getting yourself in trouble!" She called out as he left the building.
Muffy looked at Griffin with a new light in her eyes. "Things will be alright, won't they?"
"Yeah, they will be." The bar owner replied, not quite sure what to make of the scene that played out in front of him. It was as if another unheard conversation was spoken between them.
"Order up!" Muffy called through the metal window of the small Diner. "One plate of Spaghetti, one order of Sashimi, and two Carrot Juices."
"Got it!" A reply from the kitchen answered her as she went on to the next customer. "Good Evening, sir. What could I interest you in tonight?"
Eve was not kidding when she said she needed help establishing. She had chosen a 50's themed restaurant, which had quickly become popular in the Flowerbud Village District. The tables and counters were all silver and the black and white tiled floors made it seem almost authentic. The Diner, as Eve called it, reminded Muffy very much of a truck stop where you would only see the few coffee drinkers that had to drive all night.
"Some curry would be nice." A weary voice spoke.
"Skye?" The blond asked. Mint eyes met darker emerald eyes in shock.
"Muffy? What're you doing here?"
"My cousin needed help establishing her restaurant. I'm going to assume you're looking to pay right?"
He smirked but nodded pulling out a wallet as proof. "Have you heard anything?"
"I'm sorry, hon…"
"Muffy! Stop flirting and help!" Eve called over from the other side of the room.
Muffy rolled her eyes before smiling sweetly. "Stay after lunch rush and we can catch up."
He nodded as she went about back to work. He quickly received his food and within an hour, the restaurant cleared of any signs of activity.
"Anyways," Muffy sighed leaning against the counter he sat at. "How are thing going?"
"It's been only three weeks." Skye chuckled. "Nothing really has changed. Tina is her sister though, correct?"
"Yup." Muffy answered cheerfully before they settled into long discussion over random things.
It was about nine at night when their conversation died down. The day hadn't been so busy so Muffy was able to get away from it, but it was not until the bell rang that informed the waitresses that someone enter the building at quarter to ten did Muffy realize something was different about the atmosphere.
Silently excusing herself from Skye, she went over to the new customer. "Good Evening, hon. Is there anything I could get you?"
"Some curry would be nice." The brown-haired woman replied not tearing her eyes of the book.
"Coming right up!" Muffy exclaimed, hiding her shock the familiarity of the voice.
She managed to catch the mint green eyes for a mere second as he beckoned her to him. He whispered something to her briefly before she placed the order.
The silver-haired man's mind reeled with questions as he silently moved to sit on the stood next to her. It could not be her. She sounded like the angel that blessed his dreams. Even without seeing her face, she looked like the angel that blessed his dreams.
As he asked, the lights dimmed slowly that it did not receive a reaction from the reading brown-haired woman. With a small smirk, he carefully took the book out of her hands as he had done so many lifetimes ago.
"Hey!" She complained trying to glare at the stranger that took her reading material. Jill did not notice when the lights dimmed, but it made her mad that it was dark enough that she could only see the silhouette of the thief.
"Haven't I told you before that you shouldn't read in little lighting?" A honey voice asked the farmer.
'Sk…Skye?' She immediately thought as she watched the person read the cover of the book.
"You're still reading this book?" He asked handing her back her copy of The Farmer and a Thief. "It has been well over five seasons, and you haven't gotten very far from when we last met."
"Sh-Shut up." The brown-haired woman blushed.
"Tell me, rose. Why did you leave?" The thief asked his once lover.
"There was too much tragedy, Skye." She sighed, looking down at the colorless countertop.
"The only tragedies I've seen are the people mourning over your death." He replied coolly. "Jill, they love you, but you need to talk to them to let them help you."
She did not respond and Skye turned towards her. "Jill, I love you. During the last few months during the monsoon, all I could do is curse the sky for not allowing me to visit you. Please come home."
The brunette could not stop the tears she felt as she fell into her boyfriend's arms. "I'm sorry, Skye. I love you, too."
Muffy wiped a tear as the couple walked out of the shop together to return home. The book and food left forgotten, Eve looked at Muffy as if she was crazy.
"What just happened?" The waitress asked her cousin.
Muffy only shook her head as she picked up the forgotten book and started reading from the final page. "The couple feel to tears as the emotion that couldn't escaped them no longer were brought forward. The thief, holding his lover close, whisked her away back to where they belonged. A place where only happiness can fill the joys of people surrounding them despite the difference between the hard-working farmer and smooth-talking thief."