Lightning-Dono: Yes, I'm updating! Sorry for the delay – I've been SO busy lately! Dentist appointments, reading, school shopping, working on my manga that isn't even in the correct manga formatting and whatnot...Yikes. But needless to say, I'm not going to leave you guys hanging! We're already halfway through – I won't abandon now.

Answers to the Reviews

Sikerra the Eternity Knight – Thanks! That conversation seems to be quite the popular part of this fanfic. xD Sorry for the lack of updates. Gomen gomen!

Gia Lupin – Thank you! I'll update. Maybe not soon, but I'll still update.

RWT – Nami should be a professor. The ones that improve you by pointing out everything that's wrong with what you do. oo;;

Horseface – I'm glad you think it's interesting! Oh, don't worry. I can't hold a grudge if my life depended on it. It's just not in my nature – I'm just a little sharp-tongued sometimes and I can over react. : )

Inusgrl90 – Thank you! May I offer my opinion? For me, I'm trying to make it so that Jack can learn a lesson from, basically, his worst enemy thus far. He hurts far more for someone that hates you when you want them to like you to say things like that and it really makes you want to change. Well, that's my standpoint, anyway.

HarvestMoonGuy – Wow, I feel so honored! -cries- Thank you! It's fun writing as Nami. x3 The way she says thing is just so simple, yet so complicated that it drives me crazy writing this thing. But I love it. : D

Master Toku – Tee-hee...-waves to Toku's eyebrows- I've always been pretty tired of reading of Jack being too...successful. He always got the girl before, but I guess now things have turned drastically against him. xD Oh no! Poor Jack – I would feel bad for him THEN! (Oh...and yes, he will get a chicken. All the more fun, ne?)

Inuchan17 – xD So forceful! An update is coming your way! Fwee! Fruits Basket is awesome! Me likes Momiji and Kisa...like my profile says.

Little Bo Binky – Thank you very much!

lil-c-girl2218 – o.o Don't let this fanfic affect your judgement! –shaking- Nooo, the Jack in the game is gooood...the Jack in the game from his fanfic is baaaad...don't torture him too much:P

PacificTwist – Thanks! Jack is very much a fool...he always has been. -pokes Jack-

Hotaru Yu Higuchi – Thank you! No, it can't be better than Harry Potter:0 But thanks for saying it is! It makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. You think it could be cool if Nami married Jack? Oh, would it ever...:)

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Sixth of Summer

Luckily Jack hasn't planned any returns from his farm. In fact, I don't believe he's emerged once from his farm today, from what I could tell. The improbable thing is that while I passed the farm on my way to the spring, I saw him hacking at the grass that was looming about a foot above his head. It was about time he did something about it. I was quite tired of the jungle that constantly blocked everyone's view of the sky. Also, his cow looks somewhat healthier, which is an improvement. I guess what I told him yesterday had an affect on his outrageously poor performance in the previous season and a half. I'll bet you anything tomorrow I'll find him in the Inn's lobby, prying at the kitchen looking for recipes. Needless to say, he'd find a couple, but I doubt he even has the ingredients to create them. The only thing I've seen on his farm is a cow, a heap load of grass (I'll bet if he stacked it all vertically it'll be enough to get him to the moon...and beyond.), a maybe the signature tapering leaves of sprouting turnips. It was hilarious watching his stick-thin arms handling a bulky-handled sickle with a rusty blade – a few days before I would never have expected that he could even pick up a single ounce of gold, much less a heavy farm tool.

However, there was something I noticed today that kind of strikes me as odd. And it very much has nothing to do with Jack.

This morning the heating stopped working for some weird reason (I'm not much of a mechanic, and not being able to investigate the happening doesn't help much either.) so I got right out of my room that was slowly dropping degrees. Naturally, I went to Tim and Ruby in hopes that they could repair the heating in time for dusk so I wouldn't have to freeze in my room. After all, this was turning out to be an unusually cool summer. Minus the fact that yesterday was as hot as ever and I felt like I would die if Tim and Ruby didn't install air conditioning, but that's off-subject. Either way, when I knocked on their bedroom door, they opened up and let me in. Upon letting me in, I was blasted in the face with a very large photo mounted on the wall of Tim and Ruby...with a little boy nestled in Ruby's arms, his hair as black as the night and his eyes chocolate brown. This shook me a little, even as I explained my arrival, I couldn't take my mind off of that damn picture. It just haunted me through the entire day, seeping it's little mysteries of their family little by little as I drew conclusions out of the air.

For one...I didn't think it was Rock. It couldn't have been – Rock's hair roots are no where close to being black and unless I'm very mistaken, he doesn't dye his hair OR wear a wig. After all, I highly doubt that his parents would allow him to wear a wig, being the sensible and down-to-earth couple they are. Rock was always very sensitive about his appearance and tried to be as natural and himself as possible. Someone with such a mindset wouldn't be artificial.

On a random branch of thought, I almost thought that Rock could've been kidnapped from his actual parents for no reason. Certainly Tim and Ruby couldn't have simply smuggled him from his home, so I was thinking more of a persuasive type situation. However, there was something wrong with that picture. Why would Tim and Ruby convince someone to hand over their own son? That theory became outrageously farfetched once I envisioned Tim and Ruby begging on hands and knees, tears dripping down their faces, defeated in spirit and hoping to get another child. Or in a more violent thought, Tim would be thrashing about with a butcher knife while Ruby stealthily stole Rock.

Another idea would be that his hair started out dark and he gradually became blonde. But that would be a little odd since his hair started out to be pretty dark, so I doubt that even over that course of time his hair would be completely light like it is now.

Rock never had a very well-developed relationship with his parents (Tim and Ruby, I mean.). The most I ever heard from him that was directed towards his mother and father were, "Good morning.", "Dinner was great.", and "Good night.". Perhaps a few other statements shoved in between, but that's probably a very accurate list of what he says. Perhaps it was because he was growing older and didn't have much in common with his parents to relate to in conversation. But onto a more pressing inquiry...

If Rock wasn't their authentic son, then who was? And if Rock happened to not be one of their bloodline, what happened to the son in the picture? Perhaps the child in the picture was simply a nephew of Tim and Ruby's?

I think it's best to drop it here while I'm still sane.

I believe that Wally and Chris had an argument today. When they both walked out of the house, Chris was carefully avoiding Wally's eyes and Wally had his eyes focused on the tip of his nose. What they argued about I couldn't tell, but when Chris went up the hill, she was taking elephant steps, like she was trying to distance herself ever-so-slowly from Wally.

Muffy seems to be ailing from something, possibly the cold, but I'm not quite sure. She seemed a little more frail this morning as she hobbled along, looking like the Apocalypse was arriving any day. If I didn't know better, it seemed as though she were starving herself...Even though she had been an annoying person who hadn't had the courage to simply ask Griffin to give her a raise instead of beseeching me for extra money, I actually felt a bit sorry for her. I decided to give it some time before I pelted Jack with a guilt trip for making Muffy slowly deteriorate inside out.

I'll go to bed now.