Author's Note: Sometimes I get writer's block and I don't think straight. Harvest Moon does not belong to me (for future reference)

Grinding my teeth in pain, I swung the sickle in the partly cropped grass. Phillip sat on the fence watching deviously as I made tired sound effects. He swung his dangling legs up and down against the fence causing it to deteriorate under the constant pressure it was receiving. It also made an irritating creaking sound; one that sounded like a cat being repeatedly stepped on.

"Could you stop making that annoying sound?" I bellowed from the fields, the sickle raised threateningly. Phillip tilted his head to the side, effortlessly showing a cruel smirk.

"What's up, Lil? Can't handle the pressure of farming?" empathised the very annoying Phillip. I gripped the sickle's handle, my face burning with rage. Irritating little...

"Shut up with that superficial empathy, you sadistic git! While I settled both of our belongings, cleaned that house spotless, fixed that broken door AND the fence as well as talk Mayor Rutger out of having a crazed twin brother, you just sit your lazy butt around watching and criticising my hard work!"

I paused to take a deep breath, leaving Phillip sparse time to comprehend what I have raged at just about everything since I got here. Instead he rolled his eyes and sighed as though he was the one who had to cope with the nonsense of a stubborn sibling. Phillip leapt off the fence and started to walk towards me, ignorant of the bugs that leapt at his pants from the tips of the grass.

When he approached I felt a violent urge to rush up at Phillip and swing the sickle at his neck. The urge probably came after I took one measly glance at Phillip's amused expression. This guy...

I pressed my lips and tightened my grasp on the sickle. My brother merely shrugged his shoulders and gave this face which looked as though he'd seen worse.

"For one thing, you're not even cutting the grass properly. And another is that you have either no sense of humour or it's very different from what I had in mind," he remarked rather blatantly.

"Listen, I don't know what sort of humour you're talking about but listen here," I growled, nearing my face closely towards his, "But whether we're twins or not, we are very different than you think and yes, that includes our sense of humour."

"Wanna see if that's what it takes to defy me?" scoffed Phillip, refusing to back down. His face darkened to a sadistic sneer.

"Bring it on biatch," I leered in retort, my shoulder muscles fully pumped to kick some gear into action. We were just about had it and were on the verge of doing grave harm to each other when distant rustling footsteps interrupted us. We both turned in irritation to see what was disrupting our little fight but apparently it was only an old man and a plump middle aged woman. They exchanged glances at us, realising how they had rudely butted into the middle of a sibling quarrel.

"Ah well, this is a surprise," laughed Mayor Rutger nervously. He took one worried glance at the makeshift weapon I was clutching, poised to attack and returned his gaze at our brutal faces.

"Did you need something, Mayor?" inquired Phillip, his voice returning to the normal cheerful tone. I gave him a bewildered stare. Phillip really had those spontaneous personality fluctuations. Rutger was too lost for words to say anything so it was the woman in the apron who replied.

"Well yes. You two I assume are the new farmers. I've...got these as welcome gifts for you," she mumbled, not taking her brown eyes either off the sickle. I noticed she was holding onto some rope and a bundle of feathers. That's when I heard a loud moo erupt the eerie atmosphere.

"Thanks a lot, I've always wanted a cow!" exclaimed Phillip, appearing seconds later next to the vast animal. By then, I couldn't believe how such a violent aura surrounding me and Phillip could so quickly change with the addition of two more people, a cow and a chicken (which I identified later to be what the woman was holding).

The woman laughed at Phillip's childish excitement although I could hint some uneasiness in it.

"We don't mean to be rude but who are you?" I asked lowering the tool, much to Rutger's relief.

"Oh that's right I haven't introduced her yet, how rude of me," he coughed, hurriedly regaining his composure, "Lillian and Phillip this is Jessica. She runs an animal farm and shop in Bluebell town. I asked her to donate some animals since you two were starting from scratch at this farm and I thought you could need as much resources as you could get."

"Well thank you very much for your support Jessica. We really appreciate it," I smiled for the first time at the woman, Jessica who returned the warm gaze. In the corner of my eye Phillip was really enjoying the moment when he and the cow would finally unite and become scheming money makers. Trust that selfish Phillip to not even bother with the kindness and generosity the town folk are giving us.

Mentally cursing my brother's lack of hospitality, I held my arms open like some sort of embrace and Jessica handed me the feathery white chicken. It stared at me with its beady black eyes, cocking its head rapidly to its side as it examined one of its owners.

"S-so cute," I murmured as the chicken gave a cluck of persistence to be put down.

"Ew Lil, why are you being all kind and happy? Just minutes ago you were on the verge of letting loose your PMS rage!" chided Phillip as he pulled the black and white cow towards him for protection.

For once, I ignored his childish jeering and mockery and turned to Jessica to listen to her advice. She turned out to be a very knowledgeable and understanding woman who didn't look down on us, or specifically me like I was some total noob. She gave me important animal handling tips which I found essential in the prosperity of this farm while an unaware Phillip played with the chicken and cow, not even taking down the important notes.

After the mayor and the woman took their kind leave I directed my attention on Phillip whose boredom finally kicked in after playing with the animals. He sat on the grass watching them walk away from him, totally ignoring my presence as I approached.

"Hey," I mumbled, sitting on the grass next to him, "Look I think we got off on the wrong foot and I thought it'd be splendid if we-"

"Hey Lil I know what will cheer that grumpy face of yours! Let's go to Bluebell's cafe! I heard Rutger say that they serve delicious food! Yeah, that's a good idea! Not bad, me!"

I stared him down as he praised himself with disbelief. Phillip suddenly leapt up from the grass as though no second thoughts appeared to him. With a wide grin Phillip raced to the farm entrance. "C'mon sis, hurry up!"

A spur of realisation hit me when I noticed Phillip's tone of voice. So this was who he was, I guess. He may be extremely ignorant and somewhat demonic but still. I knew deep down inside I was just disappointed of how much of a brother I wanted but got something unexpectedly different. Something I so badly prayed I didn't want. Well, in life you can't have everything your way.

Dusting my dirty khaki pants I hurried after my brother who was already waiting by the entrance, the least bit of concern still worrying me.

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