Disclaimer: I'm not a millionaire, just a struggling writer in high school with nothing better to do than to write Fan Fiction!
6th day of spring
I just can't seem to understand why Hatori's so persistent. Yesterday I actually told him to get lost and he just offered another clay head to me. How oblivious is this guy? I could've sworn he was trying to annoy me. Although… I find myself admiring his hair. It's just a plain brown. I don't know why I'm noticing it.
"Here Nami, breakfast!" Ruby said, giving me a plate of fried eggs, covered with her wonderful spice. I was always amazed at the variety of dishes she was able to cook up, no matter how many places I had traveled or how many places I would travel; this inn would always be remembered as having the best food around.
"Thanks Ruby," I replied picking up my fork. This was one of my favorite meals to eat this early in the morning. I loved cooking, I wasn't very picky unless it was a complete failure, and that only came around once in a while.
"You know, Hatori was asking about you yesterday," she said, "And I heard you tried to tell him to 'get lost' but it didn't work, did it?" I sighed, she always knew how to bring up the topics I didn't want to talk about in the morning no matter how hard I tried to avoid them, although this morning I had barely said anything to avoid any sort of topic at all.
"He'll get the picture eventually," I said, "I know he will… or I'll force him to get the picture." I meant that a little as a threat, a little as a joke, I didn't care how Ruby took it that was just how I saw it.
"Sure he will get the picture, Nami," Ruby said smiling. That was a sarcastic remark, wasn't it?
…
"Nami?" Hatori's voice asked. I was standing on the bridge to the river now, and Hatori just broke my concentration. I hated it when someone broke my concentration.
"What is it today? I could've sworn I told you to get lost, give up and just to leave me alone!" I stated loudly, staring into the water, trying to ignore his hair. It was all over the place and yet seemed like it was entirely where it should be.
"Well, my turnips just ripened, so I made you some light pickles… I mean, you told me to find out if you liked home cooked meals or not… right?" he asked, and I turned towards him and a dish of light pickles was held before me.
"Are you offering this to me?" I asked, getting excited. HOME COOKED MEALS! Glorious home cooked food! Food made fresh! Glorious home cooked food I couldn't get enough of it!
"Go ahead, try it, it's for you anyways," he said and I took it. Well… he did try… oh no, did he see me get excited? And here I was getting worked up over some light pickles! I coughed and schooled my expression.
"I didn't ask for it, but okay, thank you," I said and walked away slowly. I could have sworn I heard him yell;
"ALRIGHT! I did it!" What a child… oh wait… didn't I just act like that? Oh, yeah, I kinda did…
"He gave you home cooked food didn't he?" Ruby asked as I walked back into the inn that night.
"Is it that apparent?" I asked.
"You're smiling," she said.
"I am? Is it really that obvious?" I asked.
"Well, that and the fact that you are carrying the dish that I'm going to guess he gave to you," she said and giggled. Ruby… giggling… over something I received? Has she become friends with him or something?
"What're you trying to say?" I asked peevishly.
"Is his persistence paying off?" Ruby asked.
"No, not at all," I said, marching proudly off to my room, and then I realized I was still carrying the Light Pickles, so I walked faster. I swore I heard Ruby laughing as I left.
Was I falling for him? He was so persistent though, so irritating. So what if he's cute? Wait, did I just think that? I sat down at my desk and opened my diary. I haven't written it in a while now, in fact, I've never written in it since my mom gave it to me. I haven't felt the need. I looked at the blank page, staring at it intently. There was one heart on the page. Oh, I remember now. My mom put it there. She said when I find someone, I should write their name above the heart and then add or subtract hearts depending on how I felt about this guy. If I arrived at 4 hearts, I was in love. Mom told me never to cheat myself with this; it wouldn't be good for my life or my heart. I smiled sadly, pulling out my pen. I labeled the top of the page: Hatori. Hearts: Two.
A/N: This is the end of the chapter. I'm sorry it's so short, but I have prewritten these chapters previously to putting it up on the computer. But… for your pleasure, I bring you one of Daryl's failed Experiments! Enjoy! (Not exact text with the game!)
Experimental Theatre 1: Power in Lightning
Daryl: Finally, I shall be able to harness the power of lightning! I have been working on this for weeks now! (Paces back and forth) It has taken a long amount of time, but now I am ready to test it. Hatori, witness it with me!
Hatori: Um… I don't know… should I run or not?
Daryl: Prepare to begin! (Pulls switch)
Hatori: well, I should see how this turns out
(Lightning strikes whatever target resides outside… power failure and when the lights come back on… Daryl has hair that is sticking out on end…)
Daryl: It failed? How could it fail? Where did my calculations go wrong?
Hatori: ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
Daryl: I shall need to study this further… and I shall need to fix my hair
Hatori: this is hilarious… ha, ha, ha, ha! It would have been nice if it worked… but oh well… Ha, ha, ha, ha!
A/N: Yeah, tasteless humor, right? And yet it's part of the game and funnier to see in the game itself, so I just put this up… because I was bored! Read and Review, and keep all flames… (If you must) to a G-PG rating please!
