Disclaimer: Harvest Moon and Skye(Dammit)will never be mine.

This is my first fic and it sucks. Like totally.

.:Prologue:.

The Night at the Spring

A little boy, with hair so soft and silky, sitting beside the spring. The light casted by the luminous moon danced on his silver-gray hair. The wind teased and blew at his hair, ruffling it. It was his favourite place. It was so beautiful. Or it used to be.

But it was lonely.

But the fireflies that burned, that glowed, that seemed to bring life to that lifeless night were not lonely. Neither were the two owls hooting their song with sympathy in the dark, side by side. Nor the peaceful ripples in the spring that seemed to create more of their own kind. No one was lonely that night.

No one except for a little boy.

.:The Beginning:.

Ditch bad habits from small or you're gonna regret it(maybe)

"Skye! Didn't I already tell you to stop taking things without permission? It's the third time you've been caught removing items from their shelves! If Mr. Dermont wasn't our family's friend-"

"Yeah, yeah Mom. I won't do it again."

He shrugged his mom's advice off and closed the door behind him.

Shaking her head, the woman tossed her snow white locks and returned to her chores. "That boy, one day he'll learn things the hard way."

Daily life of a (not-so-)typical boy

Pairs and pairs of squeaking ball shoes hard, concrete floor. Crowds and crowds of dudes swarming around an orange ball, dribbling and screaming their heads off.

How disgusting, the boy thought. They behaved like dogs.

"Hey, look at that wimp over there. I bet that white head can't even block a punch!"

"Hey, you over there!" A deep voice cracked over the panting and shouting over the court.

The nonchalant boy turned his head, with his hands in his pockets, raised an eyebrow at his callers and walked away. He didn't want to get involved with these filthy creatures.

"Hey hey! Where are you going? Trying to run away? HAHAHAHAHAHA!" He was surrounded by tall, bulky and sweaty creatures that stank of sweat and worse.

"Hey, you look SO fragile there. Wanna take up a challenge? You against me and my muscles. What do ya say? HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Obviously the irritating, egoistic and the one with a big mouth must be the 'leader' of those people, he thought. He thought, No wonder, it's that notorious bully, that son of the Franks. I probably should teach him a lesson to mess with people his own size.

He really didn't want to do it. It was wasting his own time. Why get involved with guys where girls could be found anywhere?(P.S. They flocked to him AHEMAHEM) But he didn't want others to fall victim to this "notorious" bully.

"Hey gimme some sound there! You had better talk or-" Skye shrugged. Better get it over with. Before the bully knew it, he was sent flying meters away from the rest of his buddies. The little boy that had seemed so weak and small, was now dusting his hands. He sighed in exasperation and walked away, leaving a group of stunned guys behind him. He could hear shouts of "Ouch!" and "Are you okay?"s as he chuckled and disappeared into the shadows.

Correction, they were worse than dogs.

Being too good looking might not necessarily be a good thing(though I think it is)

"*Gasp* Is that Skye? He's just like you said, he's so CUTE^~^"

"I know!*fangirling continues*"

Sigh.

This happened EVERYDAY. He was getting sick of it. Sick of girls flocking around him. All those Valentine gifts. For goodness sake, he didn't even LIKE chocolate! Were all girls like this? So eager to give themselves up to their own fantasy? Or maybe, he was just too good looking. (this is really ego. HMPH.)

He remembered good ol' Papa saying that he would be a lad that was fairly popular with the ladies. Oh well.

It was already Autumn. Leaves were turning shades of red, auburn and sunshine gold. They looked beautiful along with the mahogany trunks of trees. It was a beautiful sight. He loved Autumn. For him, it was the season of shedding away all the pain and joy and to turn beautiful again. He kicked at a crisp, orange leaf that landed at his feet.

Absolutely beautiful.

But would it last?

Author's Note: So you can see from this that Skye used to be real ego since he was young. And that ladykiller complex he developed was from when he was young. I'm gonna show how he became a thief and why in the next few chapters.

P.S. I'm a schoolgirl (and I wrote this while I was doing my homework cos I'd write fanfic over doing homework ANYDAY)so my linguistic abilities are not that developed, so pardon me. Reviews please :D SkyexJill FTW Harvest Moon FTW