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Okay, so Gill was just a little out of sorts the next morning. His father kept coming in to have a 'talk', not that it hindered his sleep any. After a dream like that he feared that he would never sleep again. He just... wasn't that kind of guy. But, he didn't know anymore, to tell the truth. Heck, he'd worn a t-shirt. A T-SHIRT!

"Oh God, I think I'm going to be sick." Gill said out loud, rubbing his eyes and sliding out of bed.

It was a rainy day in waffle town, and it didn't look like it was about to let up. Gill didn't really care about the rain, but the thunder... the thunder was the worse. His father had to peel Gill off of his mattress with a spatula to go to work on stormy days. But the rain...? The rain was alright. In fact, everybody was inside for the most part, which meant Luna was stuck inside the tailor's shop, and the dreadful farmer was stuck at home.

Gill went over to his closet and got his normal set of clothing on before looking out of the window at his next destination. Sure it would be hard to talk to Luna normally after this... but, he would try nonetheless. It was the perfect opportunity after all.

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But, things hadn't gone quite the way he'd planned.

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Gill stepped into the Tailor's Shop and looked around immediately spotting both Shelly and Candace.

"Hey you two, you know where Luna is?" Gill questioned. Candace turned away and Shelly smiled politely at him. It seemed to take Shelly a minute to answer or not, which led Gill to think that either she was hard of hearing or that his father had... leaked the information...

NO! No, he would not think that way. There was no way his father would do such a thing, even if only to the older woman of the Town...

Gill shivered, but it was finally Candace who cut off his line of thinking.

"Luna doesn't get up early, she's a pretty late sleeper. And she despises the rain, so she's probably not going to come out today." Candace said, just loud enough for Gill to hear.

Both of those things set off an alarm. Rain was good for the land... but that was beside the point? How could something that looked so perfect actually be so hateful of something that was actually useful? And sleeping in? That would never do.. Did she not have a work ethic? But... she had just moved to the valley, maybe she would pick up the pace and get to work early when she got used to town life.

"Oh, alright then." Gill said with a smile, "I suppose I'll just leave."

Gill turned to go before he heard Shelly speak to him.

"Young man!" Shelly called.

Gill turned around, giving his attention to the little old lady.

"You look awfully tense." Shelly said.

Gill tensed up even more than he had been already. Did his father actually- No... it was impossible. But then, Candace turned to him and looked him over.

"Yes... stiff as a board... very stiff."

Gill swore he had never run faster in his entire life.

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It was about eight o' clock when he reached Alan's tree, soaked and ready to go home. And what was worse was that it was getting darker. It either meant that there was even more rain, or thunder and lighting going to start striking pretty soon. Sure, under a tree wasn't the safest place to be in a rainstorm, but he didn't want to get even more soaked than he was already getting.

Gill sat on his good slacks in the mud beneath Alan's tree before he heard something. He sat completely still, and tuned his ears in to the noise coming from the other side of the tree. Now that he heard it... it was... singing.

"Your hands lie open, in the long fresh grass... the finger points look through, like rosy blooms. Your eyes smile peace."

It was the most beautiful voice he'd ever heard. And Gill wasn't one for music either. He just sat, and listened as the voice rang under the tree, blocked from the world by the falling rain.

"The pasture gleams and glooms, neath billowing skies, that scatter and amass."

Gill knew what the song meant. It was that kind of place, this island. Peaceful and gleaming, and perfect. Absolutely perfect.

"All round our nest, far as the eye can pass, are golden king-cup fields, with silver edge. Where the cow parsley skirts the hawthorn edge."

Gill relaxed against the back of the tree.

"Tis visible silence.. still as the hourglass."

It was like hypnotism. All of his worries melted away as he visualized the image with the song, all of his previous troubles melting away into nothing as he lay in his own imaginary field, surrounded by flowers and peace.

"Deep in the sun-searched growths, the dragonfly hangs like a blue thread, loosened, from the sky."

A blue dragonfly darted across his mind's eye, as he turned his head to see a girl next to him. Her face was blurred but she was singing, peacefully, and his heart and mind belonged to her.

"So this winged hour is dropt to us, from above."

The sky started melting away, along with the sun, and a gray sky lay beneath, pouring rain onto him and the woman, who still sang, but on the opposite side of the tree.

"Oh clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower, this close companioned inarticulate hour."

The voice started to fade away as she walked away in his minds eye, the said hour coming to a bitter end as she walked away.

"When two fold silence was the song of love."

The voice faded away completely and Gill opened his eyes, standing up silently and peeking around the tree, but seeing that nobody was under the tree. He only saw one body walking away, into the open field to start dancing around. Gill rubbed his eyes in disbelief. It was Angela, dancing in the middle of the field in the middle of a rainfall. But, she was dancing by herself, a waltz was it? There was no way that that thing could sing or dance. Oh no, he had hypothermia. He had to have hypothermia, that was it.

He was delusional. In fact, he wasn't even conscious. He was unconscious and on the brink of death, that was it. Hopefully that thing didn't give him mouth to mouth. Gill turned his head back towards her one more time and saw that she was moving with what seemed to be a hint of grace, he really couldn't tell when she was prancing around in mud like a pig. But, then he saw her look up, right at him. They both stood for a moment, looking at each other before Gill got up and left with his dignity still in tact, even though his backside was covered in mud.

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Gill decided to go straight home before anybody else really saw that he was soaked and covered in mud, and it was only by luck that he'd done so. He got home and immediately slipped off his clothes, slipping on a new set of the exact same thing. Gill flopped onto his bed and stared up at the ceiling. He didn't know what was more impossible. That his perfect lady, Luna, wasn't as perfect as she seemed or that the walking trash bin actually knew a thing or two about culture. By this time he knew that it was no hallucination.

Gill gave an exasperated sigh and rolled over, burying his face in his pillow and inhaling the smell of roses. It was still there... it was like his pillow was stained with the scent. But... it was relaxing. One rainy day had managed to redefine him. Maybe Luna was right to dislike the rain. Yes... how could he have ever doubted her intentions of hating the rain? He hated it too. He absolutely despised it..

Gill yawned lightly and turned his head, looking out of the window by his bed and sighing. He should've gone to work. There had to be quite a bit of filing to do... and if he just hadn't been messing around in the first place he wouldn't have been stuck out by Alan's tree with an imaginary voice. Yep, there was no way that that voice had come out of that girl's mouth. Maybe she hadn't seen him? That would've been good. But, she'd looked right at him... Gill grabbed his hair and curled his hands into fists.

"I'm going to work." Gill decided out loud, hopping up from his bed and walking outside, back into the rain with a black umbrella and no intention of leaving Town Hall until everything was filed.

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It didn't turn out to be such a hard job. There was only three files to check and send, and Elli went home. That meant he was all alone... in town hall... by himself. Gill looked around and bit his lip. He was curious. Where exactly did that Angela Striegel come from anyway? He was by himself, and he was alone. So nobody would know if he actually looked through the files he wasn't supposed to right?

Gill stood up and looked around the place about fifty times before finally grabbing the file out of the cabinet and running back to his desk. There was the name, right on top. Classified, Angela Striegel. Gill took a deep breath.. it was like an adrenaline rush. He'd never exactly done this before. Gill flipped open the folder and lifted it, his hands shaking even though he didn't know why.

Gill picked up the file and immediately saw five things wrong with it. First of all... there was nothing listed under race or parents. And under the previous address category, there was a simple, 123 Sushi Street, Tokyo. It was completely fake, all of it. How had he passed this up? He knew there was something wrong with that person! She was probably conning everybody in town! And it had to stop. He had to find out who she was. did she really think she could get away with conning his perfect town? If she did, she had another thing coming to her. Gill had been fooled completely. Under that cheery and not so cute exterior was a hardened criminal, probably a jail escapee!

Gill closed the file shut and put it back in the filing cabinet before walking back into his office and getting onto his computer. Now, Gill had kept many a secret from the townspeople, but the internet was the biggest hidden one. There was no need for computers besides this one, and it wasn't like anybody really needed one but town hall anyway.

Gill got on and went to a search engine before typing in 'Angela Striegel'. There was nothing that actually matched up with her face anywhere. He tried just plain Angela, to no avail. Then he typed in recent jail escape, and got nothing. There was still something fishy about all of this, and so, Gill typed in the last thing he could think of. 'Missing Persons: Angela'.

He got about three. The first one was some smokin hot blonde, but she looked nothing like Angela and never would. The second one was a child. But, the third one down the line, he clicked, and a lightbulb instantaneously came on into his head.

There were five pictures, all of her no doubt. They were all of her and a happy looking family. She looked happy, noble, and... rich. She had longer, more fashionable hair, and she looked better... at least not like a walking trashcan. But what was under the pictures was even more shocking than the pictures themselves.

'Missing girl, age 17. She's about 5'4", long brown hair and chocolate colored eyes. If seen, report to the police immediately.'

Gill stopped and then clicked a link to read a news article on her.

'Angela Vernae.' Gill paused... he'd heard that somewhere before. 'Child of two of the richest people on earth. The eldest daughter of five siblings, two more girls and two more boys. This family had been happy, and Angela had been their gem. She'd been the world to them and many others. She was to inherit the fortune as soon as she turned 18, sources say, but there is no further explanation. Her teachers say that she was the smartest girl in all Japan, and certainly the politest. She was definitely the prettiest, no doubt. Her voice sounded like a nightingale, ringing through the night, and she was known for her dancing skills, especially the waltz and the tango. A child filled to the brim with nothing but culture and excellence, bred to inherit the fortune and become the most noble woman seen anywhere in the word, gone without a trace. Not a penny is missing from her bank account, and not a trace of her is left in the Vernae home. Her mother and father have hired the world's most famous detectives to no avail, but we need all of the people to help. There has been nothing, no ransoms, no calls. If you see her, or somebody that looks like her on the streets, than do the right thing. Report, and send Japan's Gem back where it belongs.'

Gill stopped and then burst out laughing. Japan's Gem? The prettiest, smartest girl ever known in Japan? Gill fell to the floor, laughing his ass off. There was no way that that thing was the Gem of Japan. She was a walking trashbin, an annoying little twit with a voice more like a squeaky floorboard than a nightingale. Gill stopped his laughing finally and got back onto his computer. What should he do...? Her parents obviously missed her. Gill paused for a second, and thought. But, when he thought about Luna, he turned pale. Angela had said that she personally knew Luna...

Gill went back to the search engine and typed in tailor. He searched a couple of entries down and then found exactly what he was looking for.

'Tailor of a rich family quits after times get tough.'

Gill clicked on it and saw Shelly, Candace, and Luna standing there with a smile. There was another picture with Luna sewing a dress onto Angela, which made him mad. How dare that thing be catered to by such a beautiful girl. It should've been the other way around! Luna was the one filled with culture and grace. They had to be mistaken!

'The Tailor's of the Vernae family up and quit very suddenly after the princess disappeared. Many say they followed her, but it was found that they had just moved location, to make their business open to anybody outside of the home. It was said that Angela was their number one, and only customer, single handedly paying them for their work. It makes sense that they moved location, but with the times getting even tougher for the Vernae family, they can only hope that the Tailor's Shop does well... as a memento of their eldest daughter.'

Gill sighed. Now he really had a mess on his hands. There was no way that Luna would stay if Angela had to go back. But maybe... getting that thing off his hands was good enough to have her taken away. But no... there was nothing. And then, he got it. He made an elaborate plan to make Luna fall in love with him. If Luna fell in love with him, and they got married, then there was no way Luna would move away when Angela was finally turned in. Yes, that was it.

Gill stood up and shut off his computer, locking the door to the computer room and heading out of Town Hall. It would only take months, maybe even weeks for this plan to work. Gill knew how women operated, to an extent. He could be the most romantic man in the town, and that was really all it took. He would start tomorrow..

Gill looked up to the sky and saw that it was clearing. The sun poured through little spots in the sky and he smiled lightly to himself. It looked like things were looking up already.

R&R I hoped you enjoyed it!