Disclaimer: Geeze, if you don't know... don't care to read these in the first place... I'm not gonna say it again.

A/N: Just a quick one... if you don't like a little bit of tipsiness, don't read. I am trying to make the chapters a little longer, but I kinda still like the shorter ones for now, with the little theatre occasionally at the end... so this is a trial of sorts. Oh, and I like the name Hatori, it's what I used, I'm unique and I don't care if everyone else uses Jack. I like the name Hatori and that shall be the name I use! So please stop telling me the name's messed up, okay? This is my story... the names of the characters are part of the story...

A/N: Apologize for that, but someone said I should use the name Jack instead of Hatori. I like the name Hatori, so please forgive me if I say I don't care what everyone (sorry again) else uses.

A/N: Only one more... the last part of the chapter isn't exactly in line with the whole story thing. This is what I have done, in an attempt to lengthen it. Forgive me... (This chapter is a test, remember that...) And... does anyone really read these Author notes?

7th Day of spring

Two hearts, I still didn't believe it myself. It wouldn't go higher, he'd screw up and then I'd be fine. I woke up and stretched, my neck hurt a little bit. I stretched some more and dressed. I closed the diary and considered putting it away, but then thought against it. I decided to eat the light pickles Hatori had given me. I sat down and began to nibble on the turnip slices. This was really good cooking! Lightly salted, wonderfully prepared... I'm in heaven! Food cooked like this, wow. He was a chef, a wonderful chef. Did I just say that? I shrugged it off; I could compliment his cooking, couldn't I? I headed out that morning filled with light pickles. I had a gut feeling today would be a wonderful day.

"Good morning Nami," Tim said, "Off to somewhere again?"
"The beach Tim," I said, "It's a lovely day."
"Sounds good, you go have fun!" he said, waving me off.

"Nami, good morning," Hatori greeted me at the beach. He was coming up behind me.
"Hello Hatori," I said, acknowledging his presence.
"Well, did you like it?" he asked.
"Like what? Oh, yeah, the light pickles you gave me tasted good," I said.
"Really? That's um... good to know... here, I got you another fossil," he said, and it was plain to see his face was beaming with accomplishment.
"Well, I didn't ask for it, but oh well," I said, accepting it.
"Do you like any flowers at all?" he asked me. I wondered for a moment if I should tell him. Oh well, let him try to find out. I shrugged my shoulders and walked away.
"I don't know," I said, looking back at him once. I didn't even smile.

"You honestly didn't tell him?" Celia asked when I stopped by Vesta's farm.
"Tell him what?" I asked, looking at and admiring the watermelons.
"What your favorite flowers are!" she replied.
"Why should I tell him?" I asked her.
"Maybe because you want him to know, you're just reluctant to tell him," she said with a giggle, "He's a good guy."
"I'm not asking your opinion," I said, and then decided to change the subject, "Have you seen his farm yet?" I just said that and now I realize I really hadn't changed the subject at all, merely moved to another topic under the subject.
"Not yet, but I'm planning on it. I heard Muffy visited it thought," she said with a sigh.
"Yeah, she did. She doesn't really belong on a farm though," I said.
"Maybe not, but isn't that for Hatori to decide?" Celia asked. I hated it when she said things like that. I'm going to the Blue Bar tonight, I felt like having a drink, maybe a stone oil...

Hatori was in the bar before I arrived and he really doesn't have much tolerance for alcohol, does he?
"What'd he have?" I asked without a hint of surprise in my voice. Griffen looked at me.
"Three stone oils," he said.
"He's a little tipsy," Muffy said, watching Hatori sort of zoned out next to his empty glass. I walked over there and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hatori, are you okay?" I asked slowly. He looked up at me; I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
"Did I ever tell you Nami, about you?" he asked, smiling stupidly.
"No, c'mon, I'll take you home, it's late," I said. I was taking him home out of pity for the fact he's drunk, probably for the first and only time in his life.
"You're pretty," he said, slouching against me. I turned red as the whole bar turned to stare at me.
"Okay, maybe tipsy, but definitely drunk," I muttered as I led him out of the blue bar.
"I don't know why you're... so hard to win over," he said, looking at me, "Drinking didn't solve much, did it?"
"No, now let's get you home," I said firmly and led him to his farm. It wasn't hard to find; I walked by it on my way to the pond.
"You're really pretty," he muttered under his breath. I turned bright red again, not exactly wanting compliments but receiving them anyways. I made my way to his house and opened the door and led him inside.
"Hatori?" I asked, but only heard snoozing coming from him. Good, I could put him on his bed and get out of here. I was a small house, but it looked comfortable. I laid him on his bed and covered him with blankets. He looked peaceful sleeping there. Maybe I should stay for a moment, to make sure he'd be okay. I flipped through the channels and found the farming news channal. He had a T.V., wasn't he lucky? Before I left that night, after turning off the T.V. of course, I could have sword I heard him murmer:
"She likes that farming channal, good."

I yawned back at my froom. I was dead tired, I'd wake up late tommorrow, I knew it. I was still shaking my head sadly as I trudged upstairs. He got himself drunk! I thought I was bad in that respect! I flung myself down admist the pillows and covers and sighed. He was different, very different. I still didn't understand him. And that brought up another question, did I even want to?

A/N: Like it? Hate it? I'm thinking of going back to what I used to do, unless you (reviewers) like it more like this, but I can say I don't. I tried to lengthen it, but I prefer it the old way. Let me know what you think! (I like long reviews...)