Hello there!

It's my first Vaughn x Chelsea fic, so maybe I messed up a bit...

But I always want to write HM fic!

I'm a HM lover now and forever!

FYI...

Normal: normal

Italic: Flashback

So, enjoy reading!

Oh, by the way... Harvest Moon belongs to Natsume, not me. But this fiction is mine.

-Storm, Death, Black Memories-

It was a stormy night at the sea. The ocean raged, thunders roared. No one would sail at the time like this, right? No. Look carefully and you'll find a ship, being played by the treacherous sea. The sky was clear, with a full moon and diamonds of stars spreaded everywhere, but that was a while ago.

"All the passengers and crew! Go to the deck and abandon the ship! I repeat, go to the deck and abandon the ship!", hollered the captain as he passed through the hallway. After that, most of the passengers ran to the deck. They raced through the small hallway, still on their sleepwear and coat. Almost all passengers cabin were empty. Almost. Except for one cabin number 5, located between cabin number 4 and 6 on the right side of the hallway.

In the cabin, the passenger just gazed his violet eyes upon the storm from the round window. He just laid there, on the bed with his hand crossed on his chest, the chest that's covered with black shirt and unbuttoned brown vest. His black cowboy hat sat on his head, covering his silver hair. His face showed his deep thought.

"...what it feels like, when you died?", said the man in his mind.

His mind flew to his past memories. None of them were sweet, it were all bitter black memories. One was the unforgetable, but also the most bitter, pain, and pitch-black memory of all.

~Flashback~

A five year old boy walked happily to his house's yard, with a backpack on his back. It was a cold winter day. He stood in front of his house, reaching for the doorknob, when he heard his father conversation.

"He's the one who cause the trouble! He's the one and only reason she's dead! He's the one who have to die!", he heard his father yelled.

"For a millionth time, Albert! Helena already had the disease since she was born! And it's have nothing to do with Vaughn! You know that she love him so bad!", agrued a woman, who the boy thought was Mirabelle, his aunt from his mother side.

There was a sound of glass sharttered, "NO! She was healthy before that kid was born! It was his fault all this time! And now, he killed her! And I'll be the one who killed him!"

"Albert! Don't you love Vaughn? He's your son! He's yours and Helena's!"

"He never been my son! I never love him! NEVER!", he threw another glass and it shattered.

The boy shocked. His father never love him.

"So all this time... all his comforting words... all his smile... all his laugh... is only a lie...?", he thought. A clever 5 year old, he was. He felt like a knife stabbed straight to his heart, leaving it aching that he must held the pain. A warm clear fluid started building up on his violet eyes and roll to his cheek, then fell to the snowed ground. Another one rolled, another, and another.

Suddenly, the door swung open. There, stood his father with a knife an his hand. The boy couldn't stop crying.

His father smirked and held the knife up high to stabbed his son, "Just die you little brat..."

The boy didn't protest. He cried and cried, didn't agrue to be stabbed.

Mirabelle ran towards Albert and pulled him behind. Then hugged the crying boy and stood up. "THAT'S ENOUGH!, she yelled and she ran with the boy in her arms.

"Remember this, little rascal! Remember this for your whole life! No one will cry for you when you die! JUST DIE AND GO TO HELL!", his father yelled for the last time and slamed the door shut with a loud bang.

The little boy cried on Mirabelle's shoulder as she ran to the bus stop. She arrived on time, the bus almost left her. She hop in and took seat on the back corner, near the window. Mirabelle put the poor boy on her lap, still hugging him. The passengers on the bus were just Mirabelle and her nephew. The bus began to move as Mirabelle caressed her soft hand to her nephew's silver hair.

"Shhh... Don't cry... It's alright, you're safe now...", she said with her sweet and gentle voice, attempted to calm him.

"Dad...sniff...dad...sniff..."

After a long ried, the bus reached the bus stop near Mirabelle's house. She paid for the bus and the bus left. Carrying Vaughn who was asleep, she walked to her house. She took the keys from her bag and opened the door. She closed the door when a girl hugged her legs, almost knocked her down.

"Mom! You're home! I'm hungry!", cried the blonde haired girl with white shirt and blue pants who is Mirabelle's daughter, Julia.

Julia stared at Vaughn who was on her mother's arm, "That's Vaughn, right?"

"Yes dear. He will be living with us. Be good to him, okay?", Mirabelle said and patted Julia's head.

"Yay! Can I play with him tommorow? Please?", pleaded Julia.

"Of course dear. Just let him rest for now."

Mirabelle went upstairs. She opened the door that leads to guest room. It was a simple room, with wooden floor and pastel cream wall. There was a bed on the right corner along with the nightstand. The wardrobe on the left of the bed. In front of the bed, exactly on the corner of the room, was the wooden table with the chair, while the window located in between the bed and the table. Mirabelle laid Vaughn on the bed and covered his body with the gray blanket. His face was tear stained.

"Oh Helena... Please watch over him... He loves you as much as you love him... I promise I will take care of him with all my heart...", she said as she caressed his hair, then walked out the room.

~End of Flashback~

His mind went back to reality. The 5 year old boy was now 20 year old man, with his mother beautiful violet eyes and his silver hair from someone who he never wanted to called father. The boat roughly rocking back and front, but Vaughn showed no fear. The boat couldn't took it any longer. It crashed and spilt into half. He fell to the raging waters, while his mind tried to remember the face of her mother.

"Mom, I'm coming for you...", he said in his mind.

Instead of her mother, the image of a chestnut haired girl was created in his mind. Her cerulean eyes and gentle smile, with her signature red bandana on her head. After the image of that certain girl, his mind went blank.

So, how was it?

It's my first english HM story so far, so I want to know if I messed up or not!

Say it if I messed up and give some advice, please!

And please say anything about my grammar mistake, I accept alerts and flames so don't worry!

Last but not least, please review and tell me what you think!