|One Body, Two Souls
Author: Meanderfall PM
Jill finds herself attracted to a mysterious thief. But he has one teensy tiny problem... someone is sharing his body. Can they overcome this obstacle and live happily ever after? And what about his other self?Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Jill & Skye - Chapters: 5 - Words: 11,820 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 06-28-12 - Published: 11-30-11 - id: 7598309
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My first fanfic! Yay! Oh... wow, I had so many things I wanted to say and I forgot them all. Not a good start. Oh well, all the better for you, I suppose. Anyway, please read and enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon.
I had woken up, expecting a day like any other, foraging, mining, swimming, exploring, relaxing and partying. Oh, I knew that I was being irresponsible and I was letting many people down, but how could I care or worry when I was having so much fun? I kept telling myself that I would start farming, tomorrow… after tomorrow… next week… next month… next year… but I really could work up the determination or the motivation to do it. Seemed like life decided to help me out on that one.
Anyway, as I was saying, I woke up expecting another day of fun. The first thing I saw was a pair of ruby eyes. Focusing, I saw that they were part of sharp yet beautiful face framed by locks of white-blonde hair. It took me second to realise it was the Witch Princess. I wasn't frightened. We were friends, though I was too scared of the consequences to say it out loud. I WAS surprised to see her leaning over me, worry plain on her face, with the morning sun illuminating her. She was not a morning person or the type to worry, both of which I learnt the hard way.
Sitting up and rubbing my eyes, I asked her what was wrong. Without a word, she handed me a letter addressed to me. Wary, I opened it and read it out loud. Dumbfounded, I read it again, trying to understand. I wanted to pinch myself, praying that it was all a dream. The look on the Witch Princess' face dissuaded me. I wasn't dreaming. The Harvest King had actually teleported the Harvest Goddess and Harvest Sprites to goddess knows where because the Harvest Goddess had given up on me. And apparently, that was my fault. I was furious. And from the thinly veiled anger in the Witch Princess' eyes, I wasn't the only one planning vengeance.
Admittedly, the fury in her eyes was enough to make me shiver in fear. Moreover, she was probably pissed off more by the fact that she had no idea as to why she felt so angry. I refrained from chuckling. I probably understood her anger better than she did. Despite what people might say, she had a heart of gold, she just allowed her mischievous side to run rampant. And right now, one of the few friends she had had disappeared. She would not allow this to go unpunished. And I would definitely help her.
Seeing the acquiescence and cooperation with whatever prank she planned to pull on the Harvest King, she left without a word. Stretching, I got out of bed and had breakfast before taking a shower. Dressed, I went outside, letting the dog and cat out, though not before I pinned the letter to my wall. I really wanted to crumple it, shred it into a million pieces, feed it to a pig, burn the pig, and dance on its ashes, but I knew that would serve nothing. It would be better used as a constant reminder of what had unfolded and what could happen when you procrastinate.
When I saw the mess my farm was in I sighed heavily. This was going to take ages. Grimly thinking that sighing and muscle aches were going to be part of my daily life, I set to work. As much as I hated the Harvest King for making me do this, it wouldn't be fair to the poor Harvest Sprites or the Harvest Goddess. After all, they got in trouble for my laziness. With guilt gnawing at my conscience, I spent the entire day working.
It was dark. Sweet bliss, really. I felt so relaxed and serene.
Hehe, it's time to wake up, sleepyhead.
How could I deny such a sweet and alluring voice? So, obediently, I opened my eyes. Only to have the morning sunlight blind me. Groaning, I rolled over, burying my head in my pillow.
You did that on purpose, I grumbled.
How absurd, he said, half-serious, half-teasing. I would never do such a thing.
Uh huh. And money grows on trees.
Now wouldn't that be a dream come true, for you?
And rid you of the wonderful job of stealing? Preposterous. Anyway, even if money did grow on the trees, you would still steal wouldn't you? Even if you had to take my body by force.
Guilty as charged. I sat up, pushed my bangs out the way, while resting my elbow on my knee, and stared at my knees blankly.
So what's the plan for tonight? Flirting, or "information collecting" as you like to call it?
It is information collecting, he sniffed. I learn so much with just a few well-chosen words. (I rolled my eyes at that.) Anyhow, I found the perfect villa to steal from. Tonight, I shall send the note and tomorrow I shall steal.
Tell me once more,why you insist on sending those notes. Wouldn't it be easier to just break in once, take what you need and get out?
If we did so, we would be nothing more than low-life thieves. It's all about honour. Anyway, it's much more fun when there is a challenge involved.
Of course, of course. How could I forget? We don't want the great Phantom Thief's honour tarnished, do we? And you always did like a challenge…
I remembered the day when he challenged a bully to a dangerous race around the town. It involved climbing up walls and jumping from roof to roof. Not to mention, he dared the bully in front of the entire school. If we backed down or lost, we would be humiliated and intimidated forever. Then the jerk left me alone to do it, only coming out during the last half, when pressure was at its highest, and win. I refused to talk to him for three days after that. I still had a bit of a grudge.
Good times, he sighed contentedly, recalling along with me.
Yup, just freaking' amazing times, I replied sarcastically, with a hint of bitterness.
I sighed heavily.Well, thanks to this… interesting conversation that makes me all the more certain that I'm insane, I'm wide-awake. There was only a teensy bit of irony in my voice.
Yawning this time, I rolled out of bed. I stretched and did some yoga poses. It was all part of his regimen to stay fit. I never actually liked doing it, but seeing how he has helped since I was kid and that we were in this together, I felt like I had to do my part. Even though I would rather be cooking right now. He made sure that I was doing them properly, wincing with me when it hurt. Finally done, I got dressed. I took a moment to fix my hair, and observe myself in the mirror.
Well Phantom Skye, you are one smooth talker but without our dashing good looks, it would be a lot harder to enamour those girls, I teased.
I suppose so, he laughed.
Yet, you have the worst taste in clothes. Leopard-print shirt? Are you trying to get us beaten up? I almost instantly regretted that last part, but he paid no heed to it.
Of course not. But as Phantom Thief, we need to have a signature mark.
And you went with leopard-print shirt? I asked, disbelieving.
Hmph. No one understands.
No, seriously, why not go with a cape, or cool assassin-like outfit, heck even a trench coat? Better yet, why not dress like a normal human being and have a special mark you put on your notes, like Kaito Kid?
Fine, you work on that and if you come up with anything decent, we'll change, though all of my fan girls will be confused.
I rolled my eyes. Please. All of them will be happy you changed.
Are you ready yet?We sort of have a deadline to keep, he said, quickly changing the topic.
Yeah yeah, hold your horses. I placed a brown wig on my head and put on a long coat that hid my shirt well. I straightened out the wig before putting on a hat that hid my recognizable feline eyes. All in all, a nice disguise. Moreover, seeing how winter just ended, I wouldn't seem too out of place. Satisfied, I left the inn and started the long trek to Forget-Me-Not-Valley.
Yeah, in case you didn't notice, by 'Skye P.O.V.' I mean the OC Skye I created. On that topic, I decided not to name OC Skye differently, so for now game-Skye will be Phantom Skye. But the real problem is the dialogue between the Skyes. Phantom Skye is too formal for Skye to be saying. And I couldn't think of any good nicknames (I could really only think of 'partner', but reminds me too much of Yu-Gi-Oh). Granted, since it's written in 'I' it's not that much of problem, but I feel like things could get confusing. Anyway, any suggestions for that would be great.
Also, any thoughts, reviews, critisms, would be just plain AWESOME! I'm gonna shut up now.