The New Job

After a bit of pacing, Nack finally reached his new farm, along with his new home… only to find the fields a mess, and lacking any animal sheds.

The uncanny delinquent was obviously not very happy.

"What's the deal with this craphole? Do they expect me to fix entire place by myself? He shouted. "I'm pretty sure they knew someone was taking over this place. Guess they weren't expecting the new owner to claim his land so soon…"

His eyes then narrowed with exposed veins as he slowly took out two submachine guns from his blazer. "Because if they only expected to pull a fast one over, they've got another thing coming…" he growled.

Suddenly, the farm echoed with roaring laughter and jeering.

"Oh, man! Whatever sucker agreed to take over this junk heap is in for it, big time!" a mocking voice cried.

Somewhere near a small house and stable, a small figure was rolling around the floor, overcome with laughter. Unfortunately for the mysterious character, it was unexpectedly seized by the neck in a swift fashion.

"….Mayor Thomas…" a familiar agitated voice snarled.

"Eh… hey! It's the "Purple Ferret!" L-long time no see!" the figure said back in a shaky voice.

Apparently, the previously unknown figure turned out to be a political-like short man in a red coat and matching top hat. He had curly brown hair that when down to his neck, but his hat hit a miraculously huge bald spot. His large round nose also had a noticeable black mustache underneath.

"Cut the crap, Thommy-boy. What the hell are you doing around here? Shouldn't you be covering my ass back in Mineral Town like we agreed upon?" Nack growled.

"H-hey… I'm just as surprised seeing you here!" Mayor Thomas cried back in defense. "I didn't expect someone as well known as you in the underworld to show his face in some humble town out in the country like this! I mean, sure there's the Villa west of here, but there's plenty of places to go around pulling a heist, right?"

Out of rage, Nack forced Mayor Thomas' back onto the wall, while still holding him by his collar. "My stay here is NONE of your business, pal! Besides, wasn't our little deal, clear? The Mob supplies you with the political funds and support to keep you your power and luxuries in your dinky town, and in turn, you help us out with your "official influence" WITHOUT QUESTIONING OUR MOTIVES." He spelled out clearly.

"Besides, I'm not about to ruin a perfectly good relationship with the esteemed Lacreme family. It wouldn't be right to rip off Madame Romana, who commands the proper respect of a "Don", now would it?" Nack hissed.

Mayor Thomas' eyes widened in shock. "Oh my…. You mean Ms. Romana is also involved with….? I'm so sorry, I didn't even know!"

"Because that's supposed to be a well-kept secret, ya moron!" Nack barked. "I only told you this to clarify…"

Mayor Thomas shook in terror.

"Now, ya mention any of this, along with any other word about us, I'll be sure to have you next in the hit list, you got me?" he threatened..

Mayor Thomas gulped. "Y-yes… I u-understand…" he stuttered.

"Good. And don't call me "Purple Ferret" anymore. I go by "Nack" now. Besides, my middle name always sounded much cooler than that crazy nickname." Nack complained.

Mayor Thomas nodded slowly.

"Now, go on and get outta my sight! Your pathetic presence here makes me sick!" he shouted.

Out of sheer fear, the Mayor started fleeing from the farm, only to be cut off by a droopy-eared dog.

"Oh, hello, little fellow! Have you come to greet your mayor?" he asked cheerfully as he knelt down to pick it up.

However, the dog responded by jumping back, quickly moving to the Mayor's backside, and chomping down hard on his exposed bottom.

"GYAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!" The Mayor yelped.

Despite the disgust Nack felt for knowing Mayor Thomas was still present on his new farm, the maniacal man smirked in sadistic amusement to see the Mayor suffering from a relentless butt bite.

"UWAAAAH! HELP ME!!! HELP ME PLEASE!!!!" Mayor Thomas cried.

But Nack just stood there and shook his head while clicking his tongue. "No way. I heard how you mocked my new living situation, so now you're facing punishment. Just be thankful it was a bite to the ass rather than a cap to your head." He cried back with his usual sinister smirk.

"Wh-what? He's new farmer?" Mayor Thomas thought in his brief second of pain-free horror before suffering overwhelmed his conscious once more.

The poor Mayor was then forced to leave the farm with flailing arms, and a persistent dog attached to his bottom.

Nack chuckled to himself. "Now that's one nasty little scamp. He must me the stray that those Harvest Sprites told me about. They'll likely be expecting me to take care of it from now on, even with this crappy farm I have to run. Guess I'll have to name it when I have the chance…"

With the Mayor finally out of his hair, Nack was just about to head inside and check out his new home when a tiny sprite with a black vest and purple visor ran into him.

Nack felt the creature crash into his leg and looked down to meet it.

"Well now… if it isn't my old pal, Roller. So, are you supposed to be my contact?" he asked curiously.

"…No. Jackie was supposed to meet you as soon as you reached the farm, but something occurred. Anyway, we got a new situation on our hands, Nack!" the dealer-resembling sprite cried.

"So? What could be more important than that hit you put out?" Nack asked. "I told you I'd just do you this one favor, and then I'd just retire out here! I felt like the cops have been breathing down my back forever and---

"Listen, man! It's one of the feds! They're here, and they're after you!" Roller shouted.

"WHAT?!" Nack shouted back.

"And, man oh man… it was some red-head broad… and she looked really pissed for some reason." Roller panicked.

A fancy shoe was firmly planted merely an inch from the poor sprite.

"Damn! It's that Nami chick"! Nack cursed. "How the hell did she catch onto my trail so quickly?!"

"Alright… I don't know what your history is with her, but you better cover yourself, soon! She's occupied herself at the Inn right now, but I'm not sure how long it will be until she searches the entire Valley for your hide!" Roller panicked.

Nack growled viciously at the prospect of having to encounter one of his most unforgiving pursuers in the worst possible time of his life.

"Fine! We're taking our conference inside! I can't afford to be spotted like this in broad daylight in my usual digs." He growled while snatching up his associate and slamming the door behind him.

To his amazement, the humble housing was spacious enough, and it already provided a bed, bookshelf, and tool box for his convenience.

"Alright, now. Before Nami sniffs me out, tell me about this new target I'm supposed to take care of!" Nack demaned.

Roller gulped. "O-okay… the hit we put out… is on a sneaky broad known to us as the Witch Princess. Us of the Harvest Sprite Mob want payback… big time… for offing our boss…" he explained.

"The Harvest Goddess?" Nack asked dubiously. "You mean that dame that's supposed to be… you know… some omnipotent being or something? But she's supposed to be the boss of all bosses! The Grandest of Godmothers! How could she have been done in by some Pansy Princess?"

"We don't understand it either, but she did, and now the Mob is left without our highest chain of command. But apparently, Red Ribbon was just as doubtful as you were, and sent the entire squad to gun her down. Oh man, that was a disaster…" Roller said in horror.

Nack shook his head in disbelief. "That moron Red Ribbon always liked to rush things. You know, I'm actually surprised that sorry lummox even survived as long as he did."

"Well, he did it, and now the fact is you're our only hope of avenging the boss." Roller sighed.

Nack stared off in thought before nodding in confirmation.

"Alright then. Looks like I'm dealing with a tough job this time around, but all that means is that I'll have to go all out." He said coolly.

His eyes then became huge and bloodshot, while his vicious smile seemed to sprout monstrous fangs. "This should be fun…" he voiced with anticipation.

"I'm glad to here it! Now, I'm still not sure where the Witch Princess hangs out, but you better take her out before that fed finds you! I can already tell she'll be big trouble for us!" Roller cried.

"Right…" Nack answered. "I might as well try and make myself one of the locals, soon. This farming stuff's going to be a pain, especially with the crappy field I've been given, but at least it'll serve as the perfect cover. Nami's pretty sharp, but it's going to take her awhile to properly accuse a small town farmer to be some big name crook from the city." He said with a sly grin.

"Just don't get cocky and let us down, Nack. Red Ribbon made that very mistake and nearly costed us the entire Mob." Roller warned before using some magic dust to disappear.

"Well then, I suppose I should ditch these threads for something fit to farm, huh? There should be some new clothes in the closet." Nack said to himself as he head towards a door on the right.

Upon opening it, Nack spotted a white worker's shirt along with some black shorts and some black cleats.

"Yeah… that'll do." He said with satisfaction.

Just as the eager hetman began his wardrobe change, a few subtle footsteps were coming from the rooftop…

Author's Notes: For those of you Female Harvest-holics out there, I have a feeling you'll be in for a real treat for an upcoming Chapter... I wasn't sure what to make of this guy at first, but after finding he wasn't an OC, and considering the occupation, I just HAD to add this character into the story. And, hey… if you don't mind a little edge added to a character, then there's a good chance you'll fall hard for the badass nature I have in mind for him. But, it does make sense, after all. This guy and Nack happen to be…

I'll stop there.

Anyway, you'll have to wait a bit.

Why?

Well, first if all. Is anybody even really READING this? Man, reviews for my stories are slow as of late. You'll just have face punishment for not responding fast enough Secondly, that's just the way it is. It builds tension, and…. I really want to go back to another focal character beforehand.

…in any case, if I'm still getting no response for this fic, then these notes are useless. It'll just mean that the readers might not end up experiencing the awesomeness of this beloved new character.

…That'll be a big shame…