Sorry that I made everyone wait so long for the second part of these drabbles. I lost my damn notebook and for all I know its in the clutches of our US government and they're tracing it for samples and trying to decode my notes as hit lists and so on so forth.
I basically had to come up with all of this on the top of my head. I remember bits and pieces of what was in my notebook but after tearing my room apart I had no success in finding the small object, damn my luck!
Still trying to think of a decent title, if you have any ideas swing them by me and I'll give you credit and such.
Also, thank you to everyone who reviewed! I wasn't expecting so many reviews. :3
Without further a due, here's 6-10. :D
Disclaimer: Don't own. Unbeta'ed so if there are any mistakes do not yell at me. I'm sensitive. :P I'm currently searching for a beta though.
6. Spottings of a Thief
She raised a curious eyebrow at the sickly vegetable farmer who was running her fingers through the ends of her hair; it seemed to be a nervous or giddy habit of her friend.
"So basically…" The blond farmer concluded, raising a finger to her cheek and scratching it. "You heard from Lumina that the phantom thief…is a hunk?" She trailed off blankly, her eyebrows rising in utter disbelief. She knew Lumina was that sort of damsel, but not Celia. She had thought Celia had more of a level head on her shoulders.
The brunette shook her head and closed her eyes, her fingers finally leaving her hair to twine together in front of her apron in this weird Celia cute way. "I kind of saw him myself last night, usually I'm in bed…but I wasn't tired. I walked over to my window, I don't know why I did it and- oh! Don't look at me like that Claire! I-I just saw him walking by."
She paused for a second and scratched her chin before staring up at the ceiling. "It was dark out of course, so I couldn't make him out very well but Lumina confirmed to me this morning at the Goddess Pond that he was in fact a hunk."
"Have either of you actually seen him up close?" Claire muttered out loud, rubbing her forehead with her hand exhaustedly. "He's kind of a feminist."
Claire watched as Celia's face transformed into puzzlement, her eyebrows knitting together and her lips pursing.
Well it was true. He did have long hair and he did dress too fashionably for a man in her standards.
"He seems so confident though!" Celia broke the ice and defended the thief and Claire rolled her eyes, astounded at her friend who had turned back to finish the last of the dishes in the sink.
"He is…trust me it isn't a good thing." She muttered out.
She honestly didn't understand her dislike for Skye. She didn't think she ever would, he just rubbed her wrong. Every time she saw him, he would be grinning confidently and he would get entirely too close to her personal space for her to handle. He spoke with a mannered and slightly arrogant tone to his voice.
They were all simply traits that Claire could not stand. She had always found herself falling for the quiet shy type anyways. Skye was anything but the quiet shy type.
7. Fishy Blue
She sat on the edge of the bridge, fishing rod in hands. She hadn't done much fishing in her time since she had acquired the old piece of junk. She had been told by Takakura that the best time for fishing had been at night and normally she was busying herself with other things.
However she had been lucky tonight, she had hired some sprites to take care of her abundance of summer crops. Once she had seen everything she could buy for the summer she couldn't stop herself from asking for probably much more than she needed.
She had the cash to spare, whatever. A bored sigh left her lips as she made a silent promise to herself to never ever fish again pretty much ever.
She had been out here twenty minutes and hadn't even received a nibble. It was extremely disheartening. She tossed her head back and stared at the bar miserably. She could go for a good drink right now, or a half a dozen. Then she could go home and crash in bed, maybe even sleep in for once.
She let out a sigh, farmers couldn't sleep in. Why had she taken on this job to begin with? A groan left her lips when she remembered her deceased father leaving her the run down monstrosity. It wasn't even like she had ever been close to her father, the man left her mother before she was even born.
Apparently he had been a smooth talker and extremely easy on the eyes. Or that was an extremely toned down version of what her mother had told her. It wasn't even like the two of them had ever married. They were together a month or so before my father decided to run this ranch and not take her mother along.
Though it wasn't like he had any way of knowing he had a child…
She felt a tug at her line and gasped slightly, her eyes widening as she pulled back on the old rod. The fish tugged harder and seemed to be trying to swim away and upstream. "You little…" She carried off in annoyance, her eyebrows knitting together in concentration as she pulled the rod back further.
SNAP.
She stared at the old wooden rod, which had snapped in two, the line also being snapped and she felt like cursing the heavens, her hands clenching into fists just as she heard a familiar chuckle and turned her eyes sharply to stare into familiar emerald eyes.
"Nicely done."
"Go to hell."
8. Less Than Perfect
Claire rang her hands together in front of her as she pressed her phone to her cheek, listening to a gruff voice on the opposite end. She needed to get that fishing rod repaired and perhaps even strengthened.
The blacksmith apprentice over in Mineral Town didn't seem too enthused when she had first called back she explained her situation she heard the smile in his voice quite quickly. It was normal for her to hear Gray's voice light up when she requested a tool to be upgraded.
"Seems like it can only be upgraded to copper…" He trailed off. "Don't use this thing much, do you?"
She grimaced to his curious and serious words. "I have no real need to fish." She explained in a huff. Usually she would just hire the fishing team of harvest sprites to do the job for her. But last night she had decided to fish off of an impulse.
Claire wasn't usually an impulsive person, but ever since her decision to move to the valley impulses came more and more. She ran her hand through her hair in a frustrated matter as she was enveloped in the silence between herself and Gray.
"Alright," Gray finally said in a muffled voice. "It'll take a little bit longer to upgrade since it needs to be repaired…" He trailed off for a moment. "But when I come to town I'll let you know about how long it should be. That is if I see you in the mines."
"Are you crazy? Of course you will!" Claire said, a surprised sound leaving her voice. "How else do you think I make my money to afford anything? Farming?"
Gray laughed and she couldn't help but to smile. "Alright alright." He sounded exasperated, something that he often sounded around her. "I'll see you then."
"Bye Gray!" She chirped and hung up the phone. Her mind ran back to last night when her rod had snapped and HE just had to be walking towards the bridge at that point. She had already felt annoyed at the fact that that piece of junk rod broke but he had to make it worse with his smart comments.
To make things worse he had to follow her to her farm, his hands in his pockets and a slightly confident swagger to his walk. And even though she could not see him she knew that was exactly what he was doing. It hadn't been an easy spring with his constant troublesome ways.
He had followed her onto her property and to her door. She had turned to look at him with an annoyed expression. Why was he here anyways? "What IS it Skye?" She asked, shaking her head tiredly.
He shrugged and turned his head away, causing some of his loose silver hair to cover his cheek before falling back into place. He leaned against her mail box for a moment, bringing his hands from his pockets to cross over his chest. "Couldn't let you walk home alone." Was all he said in reply.
"Why? Afraid someone like you might stalk me?" She asked hotly, her fishing rod still in hand as the other fisted itself, something it seemed to do a lot around him.
He shrugged his shoulders once more and closed his eyes peacefully. "Perhaps."
He was being…oddly serious that night. She wasn't sure what had been running through his mind, maybe something had happened to him. If she had been thinking maybe she would have asked him, but whenever he was around her she didn't really thinking like she normally would. She was usually just too aggravated.
Claire's eyes went to her ceiling and narrowed. "I hate him."
9. Tickle Me Pink
She watched him as he stared at the Goddess fountain, his eyes thoughtful. It wasn't like Claire to spy on people, but he was something that she couldn't help but to. He was so different from anyone else in the tiny village. She had increasingly found herself wondering where he lived, what his life was like, why he would come to the valley, and why he would end up at the Goddess fountain after his long walk of the valley.
She knew why he'd walk to valley, he used it to jog his memory of all of the houses in case he ever felt the need to rob them of any of their valuables.
Did he have a real job wherever it was that he lived?
Her eyebrows furrowed. Why the hell would she care anyways? She didn't it was just a humanly curiosity. She was allowed to be curious, it was normal.
"You know, if you want to watch me I'll allow you to do it in the open."
She left out a surprised gasp and her eyes widened as the words drifted back to her. He hadn't even turned to look at her. She stared hard at the ground for a moment and came out from behind the tree the harvest sprites lived in, refusing to meet his gaze as he turned to look at her.
"Seems like I'm not the only stalker we have in this town." He trailed off, a teasing tone to his voice.
"I-" She paused, feeling color in her cheeks. "I was NOT stalking you!"
"Admiring…whatever you would like to call it."
"I wasn't-"
"You believe that?"
She was frustrated and her fists clenched at her sides as she still stared at the ground furiously. She refused to move any further so he instead took the initiative and took a few steps away from the pond and towards her.
Claire took in a deep calming breath and closed her eyes before answering flatly. "Yes."
"What's with this? You can't even look at me now? I must say I am disappointed." She felt his presence come closer and heard his light footsteps as he stepped even closer but she still refused to look at him. It was her pride that kept her from doing so.
She didn't reply she just felt a sneer cross her face. She was angry, angry with him for out smarting her and angry with herself for giving him the chance to do so. She heard his chuckle and turned on her heel to go back to her farm.
She took a few steps forward and felt a pair of surprisingly strong arms grab her shoulders and she felt a warm breath on her cheek as the next words were whispered teasingly in her ear.
"Don't worry… I won't tell anyone."
10. Dream a Dream
Claire saw the familiar silver hair shining in the moonlight and an annoyed groan left her lips. It would be yet another night that she would have to deal with the infamous Phantom Skye.
She instantly ran over to the fence that separated the path from Vesta's crop field, making to climb over the small white fence and hide on the other side. She truly completely and honestly wanted nothing to do with him.
She had to deal with him enough as it is. And not only did she have to deal with the thief at night but during the day the town seemed to bustle on about him, especially the younger…female residents.
She shook her head, remembering the earlier conversation she had had with Celia, who in her raging blushing fit had to put her hands over her cheeks and grinned wider than Claire believed she had ever seen anyone grin- EVER.
What was it about him that made the other girls melt? He was just an average person…wasn't he?
"What in the Goddess's name might I ask are you doing down in the dirt?"
She cringed, her teeth gritting before she raised her head up to stare at the silver haired thief who was smirking knowingly down at her. Her eyes narrowed dangerously when they met his cool emerald pair.
She had no choice but too slowly stand, brushing her over alls of any soil her tumble over the fence may have caused. It wasn't like she had had a soft landing or anything. She refused to answer, instead started walking towards the end of the fence towards the river, where there was a small exit.
Of course he followed her, had she expected any less?
"You know…" He trailed off casually and if she had the nerve to look she would have seen his hands behind his back, his head tilted to the side as he gazed at her thoughtfully. "It's rude to ignore a person when they are speaking to you. Not to mention offensive."
"Pardon me for just not caring…" Claire muttered hotly, rounding the fence to make her way towards the bridge so she could get home. It wasn't like farmers got to sleep in.
He stepped in front of her, preventing her from walking any further. The only way passed the phantom thief would be to swim in the river and that just didn't sound like something she would fancy doing try…ever.
"Please move before I have to resort to physical violence." She threatened, her tone as icing as her eyes.
He let out a small chuckle and she felt his hand cup her cheek gently. "But Claire…" He whispered out softly, and she felt her body shiver beneath his touch.
A gasp left the blond farmer's lips as she sat bolt right in her bed, staring into her near pitch black room. The only light illuminating it being that of the moon. "What the hell?" She questioned herself, scratching the back of her head.
She had a feeling that she would have trouble falling back asleep.
