Warning; some things may be exaggerated or may not exist in any way, shape, or form. Viewer digression is advised.
Also, I shall be calling Akari here after my farmer in the game (Bea, lol), as her name's short, and I can't remember all of the Japanese names. D: That, and Angela is a do-not-want name for Akari, I'm sorry. D: -shot-
Waffle Town Hall
"Gah, it has to be around here somewhere…"
Pale fingers which obviously seemed to be void of all touches of sunlight flicked nimbly through the file folder, the horror that was attached to them shuffling about impatiently.
…. Oh, wait, right, the hands are attached to the arms, not the capris. I need to brush up on my anatomy. Back on topic, the man we came to know and love as Gill had finished an unsuccessful search on said file folder, and moved on to tearing through the rest of the bookshelf, murmuring angrily to himself as he did so.
Of course, this ruckus did not go unnoticed by his fellow employee Elli, who turned and watched the poor boy suffer as he dug desperately through the oak-carved case. Books on a multitude of subjects stacked neatly on the floor, appearing surprisingly untouched by the rate that you'd expect them to be flying out at.
Well, the occasional magazine, as well as Mayor Herbal's personal collection of… what appeared to be dolls of the townspeople came flying out, but what harm would that do?
… Well, she could have sworn she had seen a screaming Calvin fly past the window, but that was probably just the doll. They looked disturbingly similar, after all. The screaming was Gill in a smooth baritone… Right?
Hesitantly, Elli turned her eyes away from the sight, ducking closer towards the underside of her desk to avoid any stray objects that may possibly come flying her way. She had no idea what he had been searching for since they had both arrived for work five hours ago, but all her offers of assistance were rejected.
She heard him mutter countless times about a Diary though. Perhaps he was keeping track of some important, top-secret files for the island in a pocketbook. It was understandable. The boy began murmuring again, which she decided to ignore.
"Agh, Goddess, I won't accept it! My diary WILL be found!"
Just as he had taken a doll that looked strangely like the local farm mistress, the brunette suddenly stumbled into the door, seeming to have trouble breathing. With that, Gill seemed like he was ready to jump out of his shorts out of surprise. Glancing around in an uneasy manner, he glanced at the doll before gently placing it back on the bookshelf, backing away a few paces. The woman's posture relaxed a good deal and she took a moment to catch her breath.
"Phew! I wasn't sure WHAT was going on there for a minute. Anyways--"
"Were you listening to what I was saying?!" He demanded, catching the poor girl off guard. Racking her brain for a moment, she remembered vaguely hearing about this something as she came in.
"Erm… I'll find it for you?" She squeaked, backing a bit closer to the door.
"I don't need you to do that. I can't have you reading my Diary!" He roared, in a voice strong enough to cause the farm girl to go fleeing from the Town Hall. Elli sighed.
"Losing something important is no excuse for rudeness…"
"Go back to work, Elli. Everything's fine."
Waffle Town
"Hmmm… I wonder where it could be?..."
Enjoying the almost musical clacking noise her boots made against the slightly run-down cobblestone roads of Waffle Town, Bea skipped along in her usual cheery manner, despite the scare that she had just received moments ago.
Allowing her brown eyes to scan the area, she figured she'd look around Gill's house for the dairy he needed so badly- it was probably there. She wasn't sure what he wanted dairy for though- maybe he or Elli were making a cake?.. Ooh, a cool ice-cream cheesecake or something of the like would be lovely on a summer day like this. Mmmm… Dairy.
After a few moments of searching, she failed to find any dairy outside the house, but she did manage to notice a book laying on a grassy knoll a few paces away. Maybe it was an order sheet? It could probably tell her where the dairy was! Picking it up, she was caught by surprise as a rectangular shaped…thing fell from the sky and hit her in the head, bowling her over. "Owww… I'll never get used to these dumb things.."
Picking the object up, she read;
"You found Gill's Diary! Go return it."
"Wow. Stupid message thing. Spells everything wrong. Oh well."
Figuring she might as well return the book as well and announce her search for dairy was a failure, she scooped up the diary, which had fallen off to the side on impact, dusted it off, and put it in her rucksack. She then started back towards the Town Square. Maybe she'd put in a good word about Brownie Ranch while she was there. They had good dairy.
Waffle Town Square
After dragging herself up the extraordinarily long stairs, which she decided were the bane of her existence, Bea slowly stepped in the general direction of the town square, toddling like a drunk. "Oogh. I… have… to… not run… so much…" She panted, trying to shove away the feeling of being watched she had gained when heading upstairs.
Big mistake. Faster then you could say "Gil's Diary", poor Bea had found herself on the ground, a weight pushing against her back and something… sweaty… over her mouth, her hands also pinned down by some unknown force. In a bit of a panic, she tried squirming, but in vain.
"Mmph, Mmphh!"
"Gee wilikers, calm down B'! I won't hurt 'cha."
Glancing up, she noticed a pair of catlike golden eyes smiling down at her, a single blue hair detaching itself from the man's head and floating a while before landing and tickling her nose, causing her to sneeze. With that, the hand was immediately removed.
"Ewww! Was that necessary?" The blue headed young man whined, rubbing the cootie germs on the underside of his boot. Bea frowned.
"I guess so. Can you get off me, Luke? This seems…awkward."
"Not yet! I gotta see somethin'." He replied, sticking his hand into her pocket… of her rucksack, of course, and withdrawing Gil's Diary.
"Hey! Give that back! Thief!... How'd you know I had it anyway?" She struggled to free her hands from under the wrath of Luke's other hand, again in vain. He grinned, setting the book down on his lap and pulling out the rectangular thing from before. It seemed to be gradually fading. "I found this lying around while I was out to get somethin' for my pops. It hadn't fully disappeared yet, so I figured you got it recently. Anyways… Let's have some fun, shall we?"
Bea gazed in horror as Luke's expression gained a mischievous twist in appearance as he…
…Snatched up the plain green book on his lap and opened it. OH NO! He then began to read the first page out loud, his bold voice slowly faltering to that of confusion as he went along.
Sunday, Spring 23rd;
Dear Diary;
Father was playing with his dolls and spewing stuff about mother in the office today. I felt like buying him a cup of Hot Cocoa, but he wouldn't drink it. He'd just give it to that new farm girl who lives in the Maple River District. What does he see in her, anyway? I mean…
"How rude!" Bea spat, continuing. "I think I'm a rather good farmer!"
Luke raised his voice and continued-
FATHER, WHY WON'T YOU LOVE ME? I TRY TO BE THE MOST POMPOUS, MONEY-OBSESSED MAN I CAN BE!
Here, Luke couldn't help bursting out laughing. Bea looked for an opportunity to squeeze out from under him, but if anything, he shifted and caused her to become even closer to the ground then she was previously. Was that even possible? Maybe she was going under ground…
…Anyways. I decided that, since I can't become a teacher, as there are no children on this island (except Chole, but she alone wouldn't be a class's worth..) I should become a writer instead. Yes… a Non-Fiction writer. That's perfect! I don't know what I should call my book though…
Gill's Island? Hmm… I'll have to think about it.
"Isn't that copyrighted?" Luke asked, Bea raising an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?"
"Well…. Um, I donno. Never mind, I guess. That's all there is on the page…"
"Hey, what are you guys doing?"
The two flinched.
Uh-ho.