A/N: I know it's not hot snot on a silver platter or anything, but not bad for a first Fanfic, eh? I decided it was about time to stop stalking other people's Fanfics, and so I decided to write my own. It's a little cliché, but I tried to my put my own spin on it, which is quite an accomplishment considering I am completely left-brained and have the creativity of a walrus on crack. But enough of my lame attempts at humor. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Obviously, I do not own Natsume, Harvest Moon, etc etc.
"Romana is going to kill me!" I whined, glancing at my watch as I sprinted past the Blue Bar. I was supposed to be at the mansion at 10:00 PM sharp to help her and Sebastian plan a birthday party for Lumina, but was sidetracked by a certain pathetic excuse for a musician who was somehow convinced that I was interested in listening to his bird calls. Stupid hippie.
Dirt flying from my heels, I rounded the corner and, using the last few ounces of strength I possessed after a particularly long and frustrating day of farming, bounded up the familiar stairs leading towards the manor. I must be a train wreck, I thought, plopping down on the fountain's edge and viewing my reflection in the water. I frantically combed my fingers through what used to be an acceptable ponytail in a weak attempt to tame it. With an exhausted sigh, I realized that it was pointless trying to fix my appearance without proper supplies; I was beyond fixing. Maybe Lumina would be willing to lend me a hand? She was always up for a challenge, especially when it came to fashion, and as long as it didn't involve breaking a sweat or, more importantly, a nail…
A loud crash, followed by a high-pitched shriek that I immediately recognized as Lumina's, broke into my thoughts, causing me to jump at least mile into the air in the process. After resting a moment to allow my heart to reboot, I stumbled to my feet and strode uncertainly towards the towering double doors, assuming that Lumina encountered another spider and threw a vase at it or something. I smiled, remembering her mortification of being within a mile of anything that crawled.
As I reached towards the doorbell, the door suddenly sprang open, knocking the breath out of me and sending me sprawling across the lawn. Ouch. This is really gonna hurt in the morning, I thought in dismay, tenderly rubbing the already-forming black and blue marks along my arms. I looked up, shooting invisible daggers with my eyes at the dark figure that emerged from the offending door.
"Why don't you watch where you're going next time? " I snapped irritably at the unknown person. "I bruise easily."
"My apologies. I had no intentions of harming a maiden tonight, especially one as breathtakingly beautiful as you." A smooth voice replied. "Though I suppose casualties must occur eventually when one takes up a profession such as mine. Still, I do not take pleasure in them."
The figure took a step forward into the dim light of the lampposts, where I could now barely see their face. After contemplating for a few moments, I decided that the person's features were more masculine than feminine, though, to be honest, it was hard to tell. After all, no normal guy would grow his hair out past his shoulders, straighten it, and then dye it silver. And I'm no fashion guru, but I'm pretty sure any woman let alone man with a shred of dignity wouldn't be caught dead in a silk cheetah print top.
"Who are you?" I questioned, studying the mysterious face.
"I am quite the ladies' man, in case you haven't already noticed, and a prince of the stars." He replied coolly, flashing me a mysterious half smile.
At that moment, I heard the loud click-clacking of high heels echoing down the staircase from inside, and the "prince of the stars" and I turned to face the sound. Lumina came barreling out of the mansion, her breath coming in short gasps. She bent over, panting, and rested her hands on her knees.
"Hey… you! Aren't you… that thief… who warns… his victims… ahead of time?" She questioned, out of breath.
Thief? I thought. What kind of a thief warns his victims ahead of time? Even I know that's not a good idea, and the most practice in thieving I've ever had was stealing cookies from the cookie jar when I was a toddler!
"Hmm. It appears I've been found out. A clever woman you are… Lumina, wasn't it? And beautiful, as well. You don't see that very often in a woman."
Lumina squealed and her face flushed beet red. She turned to me excitedly and started babbling.
"He called me beautiful! Did you hear that? The Phantom Thief called me beautiful! What a smooth talker he is! I can't wait to tell Rock! He'll be, like, so jealous! I wonder if he'll even believe me? I'm going to get my camera, just in case! Pony, Phantom Thief, stay right there!"
She squealed again, this time louder, and flitted back up the staircase.
"Hehe. An energetic one, that Lumina is, and quite pretty, too," The Phantom Thief remarked, subtly inching closer to me. "Of course, her beauty is nothing in comparison to yours."
I rolled my eyes. "Cut it out, alright? This whole "look at me I'm all beautiful and mysterious" smooth talking crap just isn't gonna work on me, and I have no plans to turn you in anyways, so you might as well just leave and take your inflated ego with you before I suffocate."
He cocked his head to one side, studying me. Finally, he responded, "Hmm. Feisty. I like that in a woman." He winked.
I groaned. Was he that oblivious? Once again, I heard the click-clack of high heels down the stairs.
"Unfortunately, it appears I'm a bit pressed for time," The thief said calmly and without emotion, motioning towards the door. "I'm about to jet out, but don't worry, we'll meet again. It's in the stars."
"Oh no, you don't," yelled Lumina's voice from the doorway. "I haven't gotten my picture yet! Say cheese!"
"Hehe. Hold up, beautiful. Don't let such raw anger steal away your beauty." The Prince of the Stars replied with a practiced ease.
I thought Lumina was going to explode at the rate that the blood was rushing to her face.
Instead, she fainted.
"It seems as though she, like most women, was not immune to my charms," He said simply, and, throwing me a meaningful glance, added, "Perhaps one day, the maiden of my dreams will also find me irresistible."
"Keep dreaming, pretty boy." I snickered, and started my descent down the stairs.
A/N: Review? Pretty please with sugar on top? *Gives googly eyes*
At first, I was thinking of keeping it a one-shot, but considering I have no social life whatsoever and am currently tormenting the Windstream man who came to fix my mom's computer for fun, I might add a few more chapters. Whaddya think?
