EDIT – Have revised this chapter. Thanks!
Hey, everybody! :3 A new chapter so soon? *GASP!* :)
I looked back over my first chapter again, just there, and, I have to say, I decided that I don't like it. :P I think I'll have to redo it soon. I've got a couple of chapters prepared, though, and I think my chapters get better along the way (Hopefully - you guys tell me!). Anyway! Skye is in this chapter (briefly...) :D.
flower konan: Glad you liked it, thanks very much! :D My first review...Gwah, skwee~! Cookie for moi? Yay! :) Munch munch munch...Tasty chocolate chips, thanks! X3
NOT REALLY NEEDED DISCLAIMER ATTACK! - I do not own Harvest Moon, or it's characters. If I did, I would make Takakura Superman... :D
Chapter 2 – Smooth as Silk
Day 3, Spring, Year 1
Today I cleared my field of everything I could. Some of the boulders and tree trunks were too big for the small tools I took out of my father's old toolbox, in the house. Since the only thing I did yesterday was work, I decided that I might as well go round and introduce myself to everybody in the village, and it went well, for the most part. I assumed I would get lost, so Takakura, my father's farmhand, drew me up a map. I went to all of the houses, and found that, actually, most of the people in Forget-Me-Not-Valley were very friendly and down to earth.
Most.
I met a few crazies, truth be told. That Darryl fellow, he seemed to be a total lunatic – and quite frankly, I had seen the way he looked at that picture of a cow he kept tacked to his wall.
Please, please never work on a bovine ranch.
Gustafa, the eccentric musical hippie living in a kind of tent-y thing, although relatively nice and friendly, was somewhat 'out there'.
He lives in a frickin' yurt. It smells like turnips.
The dwarfed old men that make fireworks, Patrick and Kasey, were rather loud and strange, and insisted on trying to talk me into going on a date with them both.
Ha. That'll be the day - I'm not that desperate. Not quite, anyway.
Oh, and that Cody guy, the artist. He wasn't crazy at all, just quiet, but he lives in the same area as the rest of them, so I thought I might as well include him.
Meh.
Huh. Writing that down, it becomes very obvious that all of the crazies seem to live in the South side of town - maybe I should stay away from there. Anyway, I met some lovely people, nonetheless. Some of the villagers I hit it off particularly well with were my peers in the village, the 20-something young woman. Some of them had never even been to the city, and were asking me questions about what it was like, and the few that had been to the city were asking me about what was going on there.
The only thing I was slightly disappointed in was the fact that there were no attractive young guys.
Day 4, Spring, Year 1
Something strange happened to me today: something that I had most definitely not been expecting.
Today, I met a transvestite burglar.
Don't believe me? I'll tell you all about it.
Wandering around the village centre, staring at the stars after a hard day of working in my field and gathering wild produce for money, my attention was drawn to Lumina's mansion, as a sudden scream broke the calm, silent ambiance. Immediately, I found my feet moving of their own accord to the source of the scream, whilst my hands instinctually grabbed my axe from my rucksack. As I turned a corner to get to the luxurious mansion, all of a sudden, I found myself slamming brutally into a painfully solid object, and abruptly toppled to the cold, hard ground. Craning my head upwards, rubbing my bumped legs, I discovered the unexpected intruder in my personal space bubble laughing heartily. A leopard print top that was wide open at the collar to reveal the bare chest, daringly tight purple trousers, and a strikingly effeminate face stretched into a wide grin - this man/woman was actually rather good at being a man/woman.
Just as I was about to ask the rather stupid question of what conditioner he/she used to achieve such a brilliant silver shine to his/her hair, he/she lifted me easily up off of the ground, still chuckling loudly and without any inhibitions. I looked up at his/her face, ready and willing to thank him/her for their assistance and apologise for slamming into them so terribly, when he/she beat me to the punch and began, "Good evening, fair maiden." Without delay, my eyebrows shot up into the black hole that was my hair, in total surprise. Mr/Mrs Tranny was flirting with me? Or was I horribly misinterpreting the suggestive grin he/she bore?
"Wha-?" I grumbled, confused.
Winking, the man/woman said huskily, "Darling, naturally beautiful ladies such as yourself should not be walking around in the middle of the night. Danger lurks in late evenings, my night angel, and I would be heartbroken if one as stunning as you were to be hurt." Okay, the possibility of misinterpretation had just there gone flying out of the metaphorical window. I gripped my suddenly remembered axe, staring cautiously at him.
"Thanks for your concern Sir/Miss," He/she raised an eyebrow at this, obviously amused, "but I am perfectly fine by myself. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go to my friend's aid-" I was interrupted by another screech from Lumina, and rapid footsteps hurrying along the stone road.
A loud, indignant cry echoed around the street, ringing round all of the buildings, as Lumina, obviously out of breath, shouted, "Stop, thief!" The silver haired man/woman turned, smirking impishly.
"Anger does not suit your gorgeous face, my lady." Suddenly stopping dead in her tracks, Lumina gasped in surprise, bringing her hands up to her cheeks in shyness and blushing copiously whilst I looked on, utterly dumbfounded. The man/woman turned back to the road ahead, before swivelling round to wink at me. "Till next time, beautiful." And, as sudden as he/she had appeared, he/she had vanished, with his/her dancing silver eyes and his/her bag of costly loot, into the night.
Lumina caught up to me, panting from her sprint. "What a smooth talker, eh?" She suddenly erupted into a fit of giggles, blushing.
I shook my head in disbelief, absentmindedly muttering to her as my gaze crawled over to the space the thief had just vacated, "Yeah..."
Smooth as silk.
I hoped you enjoyed this chapter. :) More Skye next chapter! :D
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