Hershel sat on the steps to the light house, one hand holding a book and the other stroking a stray white cat.

Day after day he sat on the steps and waited. Some times for a few minutes and some times for a few hours.

One day while hoeing around in his field out of boredom since it was winter, Piggy, his brown and white collie, began to bark.
Hershel slicked his greasy brown hair back and leaned the hoe against the barn. He dusted off his white and red argyle sweater and peered down the road.
The only people Piggy ever barked at was that fat ass mayor and his dick wad son, the two people Hershel never wanted to deal with.
Piggy darted down the road and Hershel gasped sharply and chased after him.
Piggy had bit the mayor before, he didn't want it to happen again.

He stood on the unpaved dirt road road silently. Hershel was never big on words but the sight before him made his throat swell up entirely.
Just across the way a small girl with spiky brown hair stood wearing urban style street clothes, something very uncommon on the mostly rural Castanet Island.
Hershel stood stiller then still and waited. Somehow he felt that his scarf strangling him and his square glasses fell off of his face.

Piggy was booking it towards Harmonica Town, crying all the way.

Robin James was never particularly good with either people or animals, her only friends as a child was her anti social and reluctant bookish older brother, an artist that lived in a motor home, and a yeti after all. Animals and farming were always her mother's, father's, grandfather's, aunt's, cousin's, and brother's thing. In fact everyone born into the James family had some calling in the farming industry. Robin was the one defining variable.
She loved animals and she loved gardening, but there was always a little something... off about her.
She was always different from the rest of her family. She was different. This often drove people away from her, and it seemed the only person to understand this was her brother.
The siblings locked eyes.
" ...Where are all your things?" Robin frowned. " You did bring all your stuff right?" Robin remained silent and approached her brother, she stood close and he feared for his self esteem, something he didn't have much of in his youth.

"I haven't seen you in three years, you don't meet me at the docks, I was wandering for hours till I find this damned place, our father is dead, and the first thing you ask me is where my stuff it." Hershel gulped and waited.
"...Auntie said I could only take a bag with me and that they're shipping the rest later." She shifted the weight of her luggage onto her hip before tossing it into Hershel's chest. He accepted it and silently they walked back to his big blue house.

Upon entering Robin whistled, the room was nearly empty save Hershel's massive bed, a table set, a small wooden bookshelf filled with books on farming and comics, and the kitchen in the corner. "It's huge. You're pretty well off Hersh." Hershel rubbed his nose as his face grew slightly red.
"Uhm. You can have the little room through that door there if you want..." Robin narrowed her dark brown eyes. "Or the loft upstairs. Either way it's just us... and the dog you scared off. His name is Piggy..."

Hershel left Robin to her own devices and started to prepare dinner. His house really was nothing compared to the family home or even his aunt's in Mineral Town. He thought of how empty his home was compared to the one he grew up in. Besides it's not like he had a family or even a girl friend. He had too much work to do on the farm for that kind of thing. Besides the only girl interested in him was Candace, and she was too damned shy for his liking. Then again that witch girl in the forest was pretty cute, though he was sure Gale wouldn't be happy if anything happened there. Alas, Hershel's dreams for companionship were just about as dead as his dreams of becoming an archeologist as his father's old friend Carter.

He quickly snapped out of thinking of all his dead hopes and regrets as there was a knock at his door. Before he could even mutter a hold on, let alone stand to walk over to the door, Luke burst in, Bo following behind him reluctantly carting a panting Piggy in his arms.
"So where's this hot girl friend of yours Hershy bar? I heard she's super cute and sexy." Luke chuckled as Hershel tried to comprehend the words that came out of Luke's mouth.
"Did you say girl friend?" Robin smirked as she walked into the main room while drying her hair, she was dressed in a tight tank top and shorts and Hershel feared for his life that Luke hadn't just called his sister sexy for the sake of his own sanity. "Oh you must be the sexy chick everyone's talking about," Luke pushed his way through Hershel to Robin and grasped her hand gently " My name is Luke. It's a pleasure to meet you. But what in the world compelled you, pretty lady, to be around with this loser?" Robin pulled her hand away quickly. "This loser," she gestured to Hershel, " is my brother." Hershel cleared his throat. " She's only 16."

AN:
OK I got a few messages asking me about the relations to everyone.
Most non veterans of the series might not even know a few of these games heh.

Jack from Wonderful Life married Celia and gave birth to our protags here who now rule over Castanet.
Jack's younger sister by 10 years, Claire lives in Mineral Town and married Doctor Trent, their son Mark lives over on Sunshine Island, aka the Island of Happiness.
Jack's father Tito Lived in Melody Valley (or whatever the fuck the town in magical melody is called) and was married to Gwen.
His Grandfather Jack, was the guy from Save the Homeland/Hero of Leaf Valley. He married Dia.

Also since shipping is always crucial why not let the readers decide who's going to end up with who?