Sunset: Chapter 1

Ok, this is a YAOI fic, so if you don't approve of or condone homosexual behavior of any kind, then please leave now, because you will most certainly hate this fanfic. This is NOT meant to be just a stupid romance, although there will be some in there, but I want to bring depth to the characters of Harvest Moon, and in doing so I think people will learn to be open minded about the themes in this story. I will NOT tolerate flames or hate mail because of this story, and if you do I will simply delete it, or, if you continue to do so, I will find a way to get you banned. I don't like saying this, but it is needed to be said, because not everyone out there is as loving as I want them to be. Anyway, please enjoy this first chapter of my new story, and I would love reviews, especially CC or OMG I LOVE YOUR STORY, either is fine! Thanks for looking at my story! And I in no way own Harvest Moon or anything affiliated with it. Also there will be some swearing, so if you get offended by that and still read it, do not complain. You have been warned.

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Jack stood surveying the jungle of farmland before him. He sighed in exasperation as he tried to imagine it covered with a field of grazing grass and turnips. It didn't fit, but hey, he had an open mind. It could work. What couldn't work is the price tag. A seasoned bargain shopper, he knew Thomas could go much lower on the price. He just hoped his sister Claire didn't get to him first.

"WHAT??!!"

Too late.

"THAT'S A RIP-OFF!! PREPARE TO DIE!"

The lovable blonde farm girl suddenly pulled out a sickle from her rucksack. Her hair flew wildly about and she looked like a demon from the deepest pits of Hell. As usual he'd have to save the helpless villager from his witch of a sister. Oh joy.

He rushed over and snatched the sickle from her grip as she got ready to swing it at the poor Mayor. As Jack placed it in his rucksack, he explained to her exactly why, when buying a product, you don't try to maim the seller. He looked around, and noticed the absence of the Mayor Thomas. He scanned the general vicinity and noticed a bright red top hat peeking from behind the old doghouse. He went back, re-assured the Mayor that it was indeed safe to come out, and proceeded to discuss business.

"So, I see you want to sell this place for 10,000g."

"Yes Mr. Jack. It's a lovely, serene area, teaming with adorable mountain animals and delightful villagers, surely worthy of the price tag."

"Well, the roofs of the barn, chicken coop, AND stable are leaky and require repair. The paint is peeling on the house, and there isn't an indoor bathroom either, as well as a lack of a kitchen, and well, only ONE bed. The field is a mess and seems to have been used as a village garbage dump for the past five years. Oh look, some termites in the doghouse, how pleasant."

"Well, if you must have a lower price, surely you can handle 5,000g for this lovely farm."

"Need I remind you I have a sickle in my rucksack, and my sister is very high-strung and easily angered?"

"FINE! FINE! 1,000g it is! But not 1g less!"

"Now we are in business. Here is your 1,000g, and an extra thousand to keep quiet about our little scare here."

"A pleasure. The shipper will be by tomorrow to show you the ropes about selling your produce. I can give you a tour of the village if you would like as well, although I am dreadfully busy."

"I wouldn't want you to miss out on any of your business. I'm sure we can find our way about town."

The Mayor proceeded to leave, leering at the blonde farmer standing beside Jack. She returned it with a raspberry. She then pulled out a hoe, and with a mischievous glint in her eye, proceeded to strike thin air. With a gulp the Mayor ran as fast as his stubby legs could carry him. Jack turned towards his sister.

"You scare me."

"I know. Now stop acting like such a dumbass and get to it! We need to get the field cleared so I can plant some turnips and cucumbers and make some cash!"

"I thought we agreed I would take care of the animals and you would do all of the manual labor?"

"Do you see any animals? Other than that spastic dog, we have none! SO UNTIL THAT TIME COMES WHEN WE HAVE ANIMALS, YOU WILL CLEAR THIS FIELD AND YOU WILL LIKE IT! DO YOU HERE ME DUMBASS?"

"….Yes…"

"Good, now start pulling out all of the weeds, I'll go and chop all of the branches…"

"Should I trust you with an axe?"

"No. No you shouldn't."

Jack got a horrified look on his face, as Claire just stood there with a mocking smile on her's. The day past smoothly enough, and soon it was noon and the field was weeded and de-branched.

"Claire, I'm going out to town now. Don't kill anything while I'm gone with that hammer!"

"Yeah, yeah, I heard ya!" She then proceeded to decimate another stone with her hammer of death. Jack looked on shaking his head.

"Now promise me one thing Jack."

"What's that? And please don't tell me this has to do with food."

"You just reminded me, we need food! Get some bread from the store. But back to what I was saying. Don't tell anyone you're gay yet, okay? Not everyone in rural neighborhoods is as excepting as city people. I just don't want to see you that devastated again. When you're depressed, you don't make me food!"

Jack smiled a sad, melancholy smile. "Thanks Claire and he walked out of the farm boundaries into town.

Jack passed a grove of trees, leafy green in the springtime air. He smelled moondrop and toy flowers in the air. It seemed to be a truly peaceful and serene day. He was on an emotional high, and nothing could bring him down.

He passed an intersection, and decided to rear right, passing by a vacant lot that would make the cutest place for a cottage. He made a note of that, in case he found a hubby and could move away his adorably demonic sister. He then passed by what appeared to be a poultry farm. He looked in his wallet, and finding he still had 4,000g, decided to get a chicken. After all, it would save him a heck of a lot of weeding and pain.

He entered the farm house, feeling immediately a homey, rustic aura around the place. He saw a woman of about forty behind the counter. Her cotton-candy pink hair was somehow soothing to the eye, matching her motherly smile, and her slightly-flushed cheeks. She reminded Jack of what he thought to be the perfect mom.

"Hello dear," she said as he made his way to the counter, "You must be Jack, the new farmer down the way. My name is Lilia; I run this poultry farm with my kids, Rick and Popuri. How can I help you?"

"I'd like to buy a chicken Miss Lilia, how much are they?"

"Oh, chickens are 1,500g, and feed is 10g for a one day supply."

"That sounds very nice! I'll take one chicken, and a 50 day supply to make it even."

"Thank you very much! I'll have Rick go over to your farm to drop this off. Please stop by again! We're open from 11a.m. to 4p.m. and closed on Sundays."

"Sure Miss Lilia! I hope you have a wonderful day!"

Jack got back to the farm in high spirits. He had not only bought his first animal, but also a few bags of turnips and cucumbers for his sister. He truly felt farm life would be good for her. She loves to garden, and all of the physical labor could keep her from acting random.

"Hiiiiiii Jack," Claire shouted at the top of her lungs. Jack grinned slightly, his sister could sure be a pain, but at times she could actually be thought of as sane. He then noticed a lone figure coming out of the chicken coop. With a set of goggles on his forehead, a green apron, and dirty blonde hair down to his shoulders, he seemed to be quite the eccentric. But what surprised Jack the most was his eyes. They seemed to be filled with all essences of life. He could get lost in them forever. It was only minutes later, as this figure made his way up to Jack, that he realized that he thought he was cute. Regaining his composure, he waited for the figure to make an introduction.

"Hello, you must be Jack! I'm Rick, from the poultry farm down the way! I just delivered the chicken and feed you ordered. You better take care of her; chickens are essential, sophisticated beings."

Jack just stood there, thinking about how amazing it was that Rick could be both cute and an animal lover like himself. He snapped out of his second spell and tried to regain the use of his vocal chords.

"Hi Rick. …Thanks for the chicken, I'll be sure to keep her in the best condition…I love animals."

"Well that's just perfect! I hope to see you around town then! Make sure to let me know how your chicken's doing!"

"Will do," Jack said, waving at the departing Rick. Claire stood off to the side, and grabbed the seed bags from Jack and began planting and watering them, in already tilled formations. She just shook her head at her brother, wondering how the heck he can find a crush within a half of a day. Sometimes it surprised her how common sense eluded him. He continued to look on at the path Rick took, as Claire finished the watering and dragged him inside to give her the food.

This is my first Yaoi fic, so I'm sorry if it's a little less than expected. I hope you guys decide to review, but just as reminder, I don't want any flames because of a pairing. You have all rights to an opinion, but bashing people for uncontrollable circumstances is immoral and I will not put up with it.

THANKS FOR READING! I LOVE YOU ALL!