Well this is the first time I've done a NamixJack relationship fic, but Nami's an interesting character so I figured I would. This is only a short fic, but enjoy...

Oh yeah, I don't own Harvest Moon and if I did, it would not be as good as it is now. In fact, there would be Ninja Farmers...

1. I'm Sorry

Nami gazed with a sigh out of the inn window. The glass was cold and her breath formed a cloudy mist on its clear pane. "Why am I still breathing?" Nami wondered sadly, as far as she knew she wasn't supposed to live this long. It was dark out, Nami noted as she spotted the first star twinkle in the deep depths of the sky. She stood up suddenly on impulse; maybe she would go for a walk.

She managed to escape without Ruby or Tim noticing, they were probably in bed asleep. No matter how much she liked them there were times when they annoyed her, and this was one of those nights. But she could never be mad at them, they were what she classified as "good people", she had met enough of the bad ones to know the difference.

She escaped out into the cold and breathed in the night air, why were the nights in the springtime so cool and crisp? She glanced around and to her relief she found the rural streets of Forget-me-not valley empty, silent as death. She checked the streets once more, she definitely didn't want to be followed, before trudging towards the beach. She shoved her hands into her pockets, savouring in rough feel of her newly washed shorts.

She arrived at the beach and took her big shoes off, wiggling her toes as she stretched out her bare feet. She then placed them on the soft sand and padded down to the sea.

"It's a beautiful evening." A voice said behind her and Nami whirled around to see Jack. He was the new farmer that had moved in about two days ago; what right did he have to follow her? He barely knew her! She decided to ignore him, as far as she was concerned she was on the beach alone.

"It's nice when the evenings are cool but not cold." Jack noted, trying another attempt at conversation. Nami continued to ignore him, she'd realised very early in life that if you ignored something it usually went away.

"I come from the city, the air's not as clean there and there aren't any oceans, it's nice to watch the ocean at night." Nami felt his eyes on the back of her neck, obviously hoping for some reply. "The waves are nice to listen to."

Nami would have loved to listen to the waves, had an annoying farmer not been chattering on behind her. She heard him draw a breath behind her and decided to put a stop to his nuisance.

"Are you done, or do you want to continue with your monologue? If you do I'll go." She told him, fixing him with a glare from her icy blue eyes.

"Oh... see I was expecting you to jump in and talk..." He told her, obviously not getting that she wanted to be alone.

"GO AWAY! I want to be alone!" She shouted at him angrily. He looked taken aback and rather irate himself. He looked as though he was about to saying something else, but instead he turned and walked away.

Nami watched as the farmer turned away, unable to hide the blush on her cheeks. So it was nice of him to try to talk to her, but he should have got the picture that she wanted to be alone. Besides it wasn't as though she actually liked him. She looked at the ground; he was one of the only people she did like in the village. She swallowed hard, her social skills definitely needed work.

The next morning she woke up at the crack of dawn, unable to sleep anymore. She had only had about four hours sleep, but it was one of those days when sleep didn't come easily to her. She seemed to have far too many nights like that. So she dressed and grabbed a quick bite to eat before venturing outside. Just as she had expected from the gentle dripping outside, it was raining. "Good," she thought. She liked the rain, it meant that barely anyone else would be on the streets.

The ground was wet and she felt her shoes slip into the mud; the rain was a little heavier now and the ground more slippery. As she headed up the pathway she slipped on the ground and fell flat on her face. She collided hard with the floor and felt her skin begin to burn where she'd grazed it. "Very smooth Nami." She cursed herself mentally. She was glad that no one was around, or so she had thought...

She felt someone lift her to her feet and turned to see Jack again, that guy just didn't give up. She felt her cheeks tint with a pink blush over her snowy, pale skin. She looked deeply into his warm brown eyes, trying hard not to smile. He took her to his farmhouse and sat her on the bed, gently tending to her wounds.

She had a few grazes and was bleeding a bit, but as far as she was concerned it was no big deal. She had no idea why he seemed so worried. So there was a river of blood pouring down her leg, blood was good, it meant the wound was being flushed and the dirt taken out. Blood was cleansing, blood was life, blood was... staining the poor farmer's carpet.

"You might want to clean that up." She told him, gesturing to the stain. He nodded and rubbed some stain remover into the carpet.

"Feel any better?" He asked worriedly. She shrugged, fixing him with a cool glare.

"I would have been fine on my own."

"Yes, you looked it. Face down in the mud is a good look for you." He said, not unkindly, in fact he was laughing. Nami scowled, people laughing at her was worse than them being unkind.

"I don't need your help." She muttered coldly and he stopped laughing abruptly. He smiled good-naturedly.

"Of course not," he said in agreement. Nami frowned more, now he was humouring her. "It's just nice to be helped."

In her mind Nami agreed with that, it was nice to have someone kind to tend to her wounds. But she'd never admit that to him, so instead she shrugged.

"So, are you going to apologise?" The farmer asked, smiling at her again – he smiled way too much.

"For what!" She asked incredulously, her sapphire blue eyes widening. He looked at her in surprise, shocked that she didn't know.

"For snapping at me yesterday, I helped you today. The least you could do is apologize if you're not going to thank me." He told her. She snorted, someone had had one too many lessons on how to be nice.

"Look, I wanted to be alone yesterday, you didn't ask to join me." She pointed out angrily.

"It still hurt my feelings; I think you should learn to say you're sorry." He warned her, raising his eyebrows. He finished bandaging up her leg, so gently, and then he looked at her thoughtfully. She glared daggers back and then stood up.

"Whatever." She muttered, before striding out of the room. Jack was left in the farmhouse, looking dazed.