Well, this didn't quite get the required amount of reviews, it finally stabilized at 8 reviews, which is close enough, I guess. Since the last time I started a brand new *large* GW/SM story, I only got 3 reviews on the first chapter, (*Cough*SomethingToLiveFor*cough*) I've decided that I can't REALLY be THAT much of a bitch. I tend to take myself too seriously, anyway. But I DO expect 10 reviews for this chapter, though. Thank all of those who DID review. Oh, and to "V", who said that they thought this was a Hiiro/Usa story, not Hiiro/Ami: this IS a Hiiro/Usa story. Unless it's a one-shot, you can't tell much at all from the first chapter. So don't worry.

Standard disclaimers apply.

Note: I updated my songfic Her Everything a while ago, but got barely any reviews. Could you please do me a little favor? Please read and review it.

A warning: The longest time I ever spent on a farm that was still in use was a whopping three weeks, and it was really only animals, and fields of feed corn that belonged to the neighbor, so I'm probably going to skip over a few of the things that Hiiro has to do, or just say it, not describe it. Whatever I make Hiiro's job to be will be a mix of the things that I myself willingly helped with, and some basic knowledge. Also I took the basic structure of the Thompson house from an old farmhouse my Grandparents own. I only spent one day there, but I loved it so much that it forever sticks in my memory. Argh, I'm rambling, whatever, on with the fic. ::munches on dry Frosted Flakes::

[Me talking]

'thinking'

*emphasis*

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The next morning, Hiiro awoke to the sun streaming in through window, which he noticed was strategically placed in alignment to the bed so as to glare light right in the face of the person on it. Sitting up, he again took in his surroundings before dressing and heading downstairs. He found his way to the kitchen with relative ease, having been trained to memorize things very quickly did have it's advantages. A note was on to the counter. He removed the glass of water that held it down, and, as one normally does, read it. What first caught his attention was the beautiful script it was written in. The daughter, Amy, must have written it, as he doubted that Ken took much interest in calligraphy. The note read:

Hey, stranger! Cereal's in the lower corner cupboard, the one that spins. Everything else is in the refrigerator, if you want any breakfast at all. Might I suggest that you make your lunch now, too? Take it with you, you're probably going to need it.

Hiiro looked at the clock. 5:23. 'greeeaaat' [sarcasm intended, folks] Not only were these people unusually early risers, Amy seemed to be disturbingly cheerful. Too much like Duo. After deciding to skip breakfast, he searched the refrigerator for anything he deemed suitable for lunch, finally settling on a ham sandwich and a coke. He found the back door, and left to find Ken. Hiiro soon found that that might be a hard task. Though the farm wasn't crowded by any means, there were still quite a few separate buidlings there, most of them spread out a fair distance from each other. Not to mention that the fields stretched for a *very* long while. He'd figure out what goes where, anyway.

A half hour later, Hiiro finally found Ken, who set him to moving the hay bales in the back of an old pickup truck to the barn. Well, that was easy enough, Hiiro thought as he threw the bales over the side of the truck, not realy caring if they were messy, as long as the stayed in the right place. When he finished, he jumped down off of the truck and was just about to leave when he heard a silvery, tinkling giggle.

"Congratulations, boy. You've done half the job." Hiiro turned around quickly, not quite knowing what to expect. To his great surprise, he saw a girl on the second floor, which was completely open on the inside, with the exception of some tall, wooden beams. She was lying on her front, feet in the air, ankles crossed, hands under her chin, and a book lay next to her, turned over to keep her place. Her eyes, the darkest blue he had ever seen, flecked with a color he couldn't distinguish from such a distance, sparkled as she saw his reaction. The light coming on from an open shutter created a halo around her head, making her seem like an angel.

"Who are you?" He asked. She sat up, and, using on hand to push, launched herself down into the opening, landing effortlessly on her feet. As if she had experience with jumping from taller things. Hiiro took note of what she was wearing. Short jean cutoffs, a long, baggy T-shirt, and her light brown, streaked with dark blonde, hair was in a ponytail that came to her mid-back. Her petite form made her look a lot younger than she actually was, which he guessed to be about fifteen, and if they stood perfectly straight, face to face, her head would fit right under his chin. She smiled, tilting her head slightly, and offered her hand.

"Hi! I'm Amy Thompson. And you?"

"Hn." Amy frowned.

"Don't you know how rude it is to grunt? I answered your question, now you answer mine."

"Hnn. Hiiro Yui." Now Amy looked really annoyed, especially when he didn't shake her hand. She dropped it, rolling her eyes and muttering something about how she could see that this was going to be a total disaster. Then she sighed, and looked back at the man in front of her.

"Whatever. Anyway, you have to get the hay into the loft, which is right up where I was. You use that, pulley" at this she indicated a slightly rusting pulley, "that rope," she pointed to a length of rope on the wall, and that ladder, over there on the wall. You use the rope to tie between the wires on the hay, and then hook it on the pulley, go up there, pull it, and voila!! Of course it isn't really that easy, but you'll figure it out." Finished, she used the indicated ladder to scurry back up into the loft, retrieved her book, jumped down, and left, obviously exasperated with Hiiro already. He noted, after she left, that she had a stronger accent than her father, even if it wasn't all that noticeable. Then he returned to his job.

Outside, Amy, book in hand, walked to the house, with every intention of changing and going for a ride on her horse, whom she had named Pepper for his gray flecked black coat. Petting her cat, Kiki, in her room, before she went back out, this time in jeans, she thought about this new development. 'Wonderful. That guy is such a prick!! Oy, he's already one of the few I'd almost *like* Daddy to get rid of. Argh. I shouldn't judge him yet though. Maybe he's just not talkative. Or he's shy, to the former seems most likely. Either way, I don't know how much I'll like, or dislike him. I need to think of something else. He is handsome, though. I'd almost say that he's hot if it weren't for his cold demeanor and dead eyes. Ack!!! Think of something else girl!!!!' this just made her focus on him even more. And as these things go, she stalked back out to the barn to get Pepper, in a VERY bad mood. She could usually make her thoughts do whatever she wanted them to do. Why did this guy, some stupid *man* get under skin like this?

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Mwaha! What do you think of that? You finally met Amy, who isn't exactly who she seems. Please review and tell me your questions, comments and/or concerns!!!