I angrily drew an "X" on the fifth day of Spring with a red marker. It's been five days since Ignis stayed here and it's tearing me apart. All the man does is slouch on the couch (hehe, it rhymes) and watch television. Did I mention he uses me like a servant? If he's a god. . . He should do some work around here instead of being some lazy bum. I mean, the first time I figured out he was a God. . . I thought he'd be a buffed up super hero who saves the lives of these innocent people. I'm amazed at how stupid I am, I must admit. The only good thing about him is his looks. I-It doesn't attract me or anything, really. But anyway, how long is he planning on staying here? I have no clue.
The small blue flame began to boil the frying pan as I prepared to make breakfast. Finn was sitting on my shoulder, glancing at the Harvest God now and then. "Hey, Hikari. He's calling you." He told me, his arms waving around anxiously. "Hurry, he's annoyed now!"
I scoffed, cracking the eggs with my fork. "No way. If he needs me, he should walk over here instead of screaming across the room. He's going to grow old, tired, and chubb--" Suddenly, a force slammed against my head. It caused me to hit the egg with my fork so hard that its yolk splattered across my face. I turned around with a fake grin on my face, trying to restrain some anger. "Now Ignis, my dear, you shouldn't use violence. There's more of a proper way to--"
He interrupted me again. When do I get to finish my sentences for once? "Be quiet. Who said I'll grow to be some old, fat man?!" A vein popped out of his forehead as his arms were crossed against his chest. "Anyway, why didn't you come when I was calling you?" He argued.
"Your right there, for Pete's sake! And even if I do come, you'll just use me to get something that is right next to you! Remember the remote? You told me to retrieve it for you even though it's lying on the floor. . . Next to the couch!" A sweat rolled down my cheek. This almost seems like a stupid couple's arguement, right? "You. . . You're a god! You need to work just like me!"
A disgusted look appeared on his face and quickly faded away with his usual I'm bored expression. "Hmph. Physical work is for the humans. And you're probably stupid to not realize this but take a look at me - I'm muscular." I scoffed. "Anyway, I maintain this island's prosperity and weather. Do you have any clue how hard that is? It's time consuming."
My mouth dropped. "What in the world are you talking about?! All you do is just sit on the couch with a blank expression on your face. See? I even have a video." I'm not sure what made me come up with the idea to video tape him secretly, but I figured I might use it for future reference - which was this day. Smart, eh? I took the remote and changed the channel, proving to him how his day to day life is.
The video showed the third day since Ignis's arrival. In the video, Ignis is simply just sitting on the couch, scratching his arm and staring at the television. It was like this for at least twenty minutes and during that time, he shouted for my name. Of course, I had to drop the camera and run to him. Then he went back to watching the television again. It was like this for a few hours, so I had to fast forward it. During the fast forwarding, Finn was dancing in front of the camera for some reason. At the end of the video, Ignis stood and walked to my bed which I didn't catch in the recording. After that, the fourth day began with him going to the couch again, and turning on the television. Well I was in the shower so I had Finn do the rest of the recording for me, but. . . I, uh, I guess Finn was recording me taking a shower. Censored, of course. It was embarrassing because I was singing and doing these strange dances, all of a sudden. I could hear Ignis's muffled laughing. Immediately, I fast forwarded it and everything was with him on the couch - being a couch potato. After that, I turned off the television. I stood in front of him, my arms on either side of my hips.
"So there you have it!" I told him.
"That you are a stalker who secretly video tapes people?" He told me with a smirk. "And acts like a lunatic in the shower?"
My face blushed furiously. "No!! The video tape shows--"
He interrupted again. "It's a pointless video."
This time, I have reached the maximum level of my anger. I took his arm and forced him to follow me out the door. I took him all the way to my field that was filled with seeds and crops on every space. Of course, I was able to water half of the field, but I was too tired to do the rest. I handed Ignis a watering can and pointed to the field as I glared at him. "There, since you're the mighty God, you should be able to water these plants faster than anyone. Right?" This is a skill I learned from a book. If you praise someone who doesn't do anything at all, they should be able to do some work. And it worked!
"Hm, of course I can." He said, already watering the tender soil. I could tell that he was an amateur at this. Why couldn't he just use his Godly powers or something? Hmph, and he said I was the dumb one.
I ended up sitting under the tree and watched him, making sure he did his work. But as minutes passed, I began getting drowsy and ended up falling asleep. While I was in my peaceful slumber, I had that dream again - me, skipping through meadows filled with flowers and that horrifying red-head with no face. To my surprise, the red-head was skipping along with me with flowers in his hands. I-It was kind of awkward. As I looked closely at his face, a Cheshire cat-like grin appeared. And then, the man hugged me like he's squeezing an orange. Suddenly, the red-head's face appeared in full bloom. A thought ran across my mind, telling me that this strange man was Harvest God. I was shocked. The real Harvest God would physically abuse me by slapping me or something, he'd verbally say rude things, and there was no way he'd hold pink flowers. But the Harvest God in my dream was the exact opposite. I wasn't sure if this was a peaceful dream or a nightmare. However, my opinion changed. This 'fake' Harvest God started to lean close to my face, whispering. . . "I love you." I woke up screaming, and I screamed even louder when I saw Ignis's face close to mine.
"Shut up, woman!" He closed my mouth shut. I was relief. It was the real him, after all. "Whenever you wake up, you're always screaming at my face. Anyway, I finished watering. What do you think?" He blushed slightly. I stared at him and wondered why he had dirt marks on his face. He was simply watering the plants, right? Now that I take a closer look. . . He was dripping wet. My heart skipped a beat at the pure hunk with that 'refreshing' look standing before me. Water droplets were sliding down his muscular, smooth chest. His eyes looked at me, melting away my soul. I slapped myself back to reality. I took my eyes off Ignis and looked at my field. Everything was watered perfectly, as if it was done by a master farmer or something. This lazy-bum could do something like this? I guess my view of him changed a bit.
"So. . . Explain to me why you're covered in dirt?" I asked him.
His eyes looked away, crossing his arms. "It's nothing. Just clean me up, would you?"
I blushed as my eyebrows furrowed together. Clean me up? Doesn't that sound a bit. . . Strange? Whatever, I just can't help but blush for some reason. Anyway, why should I clean him up? He must've lived for at least a hundred years and yet he still needs someone to wash him? "Fine." I wanted to added 'baby', but I didn't want to get slapped. Still, what was the reason he was covered in dirt? Oh well.
~*~*~*~*~
I took him to the kitchen and used a wet towel to wipe his face. I ignored looking at his eyes, otherwise, I'd faint. No, it's not because of his looks. . . It's because, well, I'll just faint.
The atmosphere between us was very unsettling. I was quiet and so was he. Usually, he'd be teasing me or at least flicking my forehead to cut this silence. This made me pretty suspicious, so slowly, I glanced at his eyes. "Eep!" I squealed as he stared at me with his piercing eyes.
"What?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
I backed up, throwing the towel at his face. "Y-You shouldn't stare at a girl's face! It makes them nervous!" I complained. "Also, you should hold their faces and say 'I'm sorry, babe' with some sparkles in the background or something!" When I get nervous, I blurt out nonsense no matter how perverted or embarrassing it is. To believe that this guy could make me nervous with his looks, but stubborn personality.
All of a sudden, Ignis lifted my chin with his muscular hand and leaned in close to me. Oh my god, the nightmare is coming true. This time, I can actually feel it! "I'm sorry, babe." He said, a glint of sparkles in the corner of his eye. I'm actually shocked that he was able to make the sparkles work, or was it my imagination?
My skin turned pale as I pushed away from him, my arms flapping about. "Wah! Y-You! What are you doing?!" I blurted out. "Harassment! Someone call the Sprite Rangers!"
"You told me to do this!" He yelled back, pinching my cheek. "What the hell are you talking about . . .? Calling the Sprite Rangers? It's a kid's show. It's stupid."
To be honest, I've watched Sprite Rangers ever since I was a child. Even Finn loves them and was inspired to become a sprite ranger some day. "It's not stupid! It's very heart-warming and filled with hard-packed action! Today's Sunday so it should be on soon!" I took his hand and dragged him to the couch, as I plopped alongside him. My face was filled with excitement.
"Tsk. Child." He murmured.
I'm not sure how I ended up watching Sprite Rangers with him, but I remembered crying on Ignis's robe throughout the whole show.
A few hours passed as the lights dimmed in the living room. I was lying down on one end of the couch, while Ignis was lying down at the opposite end. We both had the similar position, which was kind of weird.
"Hey, could you move your feet away from my face?" I asked him, pushing his feet to the side.
He scoffed, his eyes were closed. "Same for you. By the way, you have tiny feet." Out of nowhere, Ignis started playing around with my foot with the palm of his hand. Weird guy.
"You have feet the size of a bear!" I complained back, ashamed of my tiny features. "So. . ."
He tossed around to his side. "Night."
So much for lighting up the conversation. But anyway, a lot of stuff happened today, huh. He was able to change my opinion about him, and I started to feel kind of strange when I was near Ignis. Nothing to worry about, r-right? But, I had to make sure. So I started to sit up slowly and lean in towards the sleeping man. My eyes glared at him. What was I so nervous about? Psh, my heart isn't beating anymore. Was I just imagining? I guess so. I laid back on the couch and closed my eyes. I prayed that I didn't have that dream again, otherwise, I'll seriously hit Ignis's head with my hammer. For now, sweet dreams Harvest God. At that moment, my eyelids closed and I began to fade into my dreams.
". . . I love you." The red-head said.
I slapped him. "No good bum!"
A/N: Just an extra chapter out of randomness. I'll add the 'real' stuff next time. xD
