[A/N]: I'm so happy, I'll be going to Disney Land as a Sweet 16 birthday present. I'm so scited; I haven't been since I was 4 years old—and all I really remember is that disgusting giant lollipop with Goofy's face on it. It was so fucking gross—it was unbelievable; I still remember the taste. Welp, here's chapter four; enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon—Natsume does. All I own are the plots. This story is based on: Harvest Moon: Animal Parade.

Chapter 4

"What do you mean I'm not pretty?"

Iggy just shrugged, "I mean, you're not pretty,"

I was baffled. I mean, I've never been not pretty—that's totally foreign to me. When I was in High school, I was always the pretty girl. Yeah sure—I'm also funny, but I'm mostly the pretty one!

"See, this is exactly why you have no friends! You're rude, ungrateful, and… just too tall!"

"What does being tall have to do with anything?" He smirked, amused by my lame insults.

I faced the other way, too ashamed by myself to actually look at him. "Being tall is everything!"

"Everything but an insult," he pointed out.

"You know what, why don't you just walk home by yourself!"

His smirk on his face got even wider. "Well, since I'm stuck in this form, wouldn't it be wise to stay at your place?"

Whoa, that got me off guard.

"Wha-what do you mean; you can't stay at my place!"

"Oh, why not? There's no way I can go home in this state."

"Why not? You can just change back in your normal form, can't you?" I asked.

The smirk disappeared, and in its place was a rather strange expression that I've never seen on his face: sheepish.

"Well, you see… I'm kind of… stuck in this form…"

Wait… what?

I felt one of the veins on my forehead start to throb. "What exactly do you mean you're stuck in this form?" I practically yelled. I just can't believe that he's stuck like this!

What if Chase finds out…?

Oh Goddess, what if Chase does find out…? I can it now, "Kari, who exactly is this guy?" he'd yell, totally freaking out. "So you're cheating on me? Why Kari, don't I treat you right…? Or do you just enjoy slewing around with other guys…?"

I felt myself shake vigorously, face drenched in sweat.

It didn't sound like such a good plan. "Iggy, I don't it's… safe for you to stay at my house," knowing Chase, he would probably throw everything out of proportion if he found out. "What if Chase comes over, and he sees you? There's no way we could hide you… since even in this form, you're still very tall."

He didn't seem to care much; since he showed no concern on the matter. "Well, we'll just have to make due. There's nowhere else for me to stay."

"Actually, you can stay at the Inn—"

"It would be highly rude of you to make me stay at the Inn," he interrupted sternly, voice cold and serious. "You ask me to try and appear human so I can learn how to be social, then you claim I cannot stay at your home—because of your boyfriend?"

I know I can't win this argument; it's pretty futile when you're arguing against a God.

. . . . . .

"This is your room," the room isn't much, but it's something. There's a twin size bed, with a baby blue comforter and a clean large white pillow I bought from Bed Bath and Beyond before I moved here. There's only one window in the whole room—which doesn't provide much of a view. The carpet that I'd had since my short years in college was matted and dingy, and had changed from a nice plain cream color—to a murky tan.

"It's not much, but it's better than nothing—right?" I tried giving him a convincing smile, but it didn't seem to improve his mood. The atmosphere in the room seemed to have gotten darker. Not only that—weird shadows danced around the walls; some were shaped like animals… others monster's I've never seen before, but I'm guessing they were monsters—since they had fangs and all…

My guess; he wasn't too happy about his room.

I patted his shoulder—you know, to ease his anger. It didn't really work.

"Look Iggy, I know it's not what you… expected, but it's all I got," I explained, patting is strange colored hair. Wow, his hair is soo soft. "I'm a farmer after all, we don't get bank—like most jobs do."

"That's no excuse to have such a shabby guest room," Iggy stated.

I know he isn't talking… he lives on a mountain; with no furniture…

"Well, I don't think you have any right to talk about my 'shabby' guest room; since you have no choice but to stay here, since there's nowhere else to go." He looked as though he was gonna object—but seemed to have changed his mind. "Now, tell me why exactly can't you change back?"

Iggy made a face, clearly not enjoying the fact that he had to explain this new turnover in the story.

"I can't change back because…" he trailed off, "I-it takes a lot of energy to change forms, and since I used most of my power reviving my sister's tree, and keeping the island at its natural state; I don't have enough power to change back."

What? Well, that puts a giant hole in the program. "So, how long would it take for you to have enough power to change back…?"

The sheepish smile reappeared. "Oh, I'm not sure… maybe about—ten years…?"

Wait, WHAT?

[A/N]: I can't write anymore, so there you go. I'm putting this story on hiatus till I can think about what'll be next. Expect the next chapter next year… probably. I'm sorry, but it'll take awhile for me to think up something; I'll try to think for the whole plot of the story. Plus, I'll be putting up two new stories in a couple of days. Again, I'm really sorry about the wait you all are going to have to endure.