If you don't like romance I'd suggest turning around now and running away from the keyboard though I would like you to R&R!

Disclaimer: I do not own Natsume or Harvest Moon, though it would be awesome if I did!

Ps: all medical things I'm just making up except a few cases. Do not, I repeat do not try anything medical from in this story.

Remember it through Karen's point of view!

Chapter 1:The Fight

"Stupid father," I said, looking at my torn bleeding hands. He was a rough man and cared for no one. Getting him mad only made him worse of a guy. I took off my shoes and socks and jumped in the ocean. While swimming out I found myself thinking back at the incident.

Time for a flashback00

I walked over to the table of wild men and set down the tray of wine. Hey girly, come here want come and play," said the laughing grumbling, drunken idiot. Not to disturb anyone and to keep out trouble (or so I thought) I softly walked away. Suddenly I felt him grab my shirt.

"Hey freak let go!" I hollered pulling away.

He glared in anger and jumped up the rest soon followed. "No One says no to me with out getting hurt!" the man snarled.

Slowly I backed away as they pulled out their pistols. They drew to me as I backed against the wall. "You have a chance to give in, girl and come peacefully!" I smiled and walked away with them for a few seconds, so I could get away from the wall and fight back. When I could I ran and kicked over a table and ducked. As I suspected they started firing. Bullets flew passed. I waited till they stopped to reload. When they did I got up and grabbed one of the metal chairs and hit all but one over the heads. They fell to the ground. Before I could attack the last one he was loaded.

Fear rushed over me without a word I ran for another table. This time I had to dive over it. Although I made it over I had found that my hands had landed on a steak knife. Blood trickled around my hand. I yelped in pain! After he started to reload I grabbed the knife and pushed it out of my hands. It hurt like hell but I did nothing but moan. Then I swiftly picked it up and threw it at him. It quickly embedded in his shoulder. He screamed in pain and pulled it out then ran out the door.

In relief I sank down to the floor. I cried for I few minutes in pain and in fear. Of course things had to get more difficult. My father busted through the door and started yelling. "Karen you know better than to pick fights especially with my best costumer!"

I lowered my head and muttered," it wasn't my fault!"

This only made him more fired up. "Wasn't your fault?" "Ya right, don't you see the knocked out people behind me."

I looked up and glared at him. He'd never understand me and no one else either! Then I stood up and showed him my torn hands. "They were attacking what else was I supposed to do?"

He furiously looked at me with his evil eyes. With fury he slapped my face and hands. "Let them kill you I have no use for you!"

A tears streamed down my face. In anger I ran out the door and didn't stop running.

Flashback ends

That night I didn't go home I slept in Ann's barn.