Author's Note: Okay, this is the first time I've uploaded a fanfic on the web so hooray for me! I know that JillxSkye stories have already been uploaded more than hundreds of times, but I just think that it'll be fun to post my first story about my favorite Harvest Moon couple. The points of view switch very often, so it might get a little confusing. It's a bit long and boring at first, but try to bear with me, the second chapter will have more twists and turns to it. (It's also like a page longer than this chapter.) I hope you enjoy this, and please review, I want to know your opinions on my first time writing on the web, but please no flaming! Constructive criticism and compliments will be much appreciated. Now, enjoy! (Sorry, if this was a pretty long author's note.)

Disclaimer: I do not and never in my lifetime will ever own Harvest Moon or any characters from that game. Maybe one day when Santa grants my wish, but not now.

2/20/12: Hey, after three years of first writing this chapter, I'm back to revise it :D Not that it's any better, but hopefully it's improved. Enjoy~

Chapter One
Perfect Plans?

People thought that everything was more beautiful in the daytime than at night, but Jill had different views. When people thought of night, they thought of darkness, cold, loneliness. But never do they think of the serenity and peace that blanket of darkness brings. Night really was more beautiful than the day was what Jill thought. Night was perfect, flawless, dark yet warm in some way.

She stood in front of the circular, glassy pond, that illuminated from the brightness of the stars. As Jill opened her amethyst eyes to look down upon the Goddess Pond, she could see herself in the reflective water. Jill sighed and tightened her grip on the thick blanket that was wrapped around her. She brushed away a single strand of her brunette hair out of her face, and Jill began to think about why she came here at such a late hour in the first place. To think about something that ruined her once perfect life, perhaps.

Just one thing, that made nighttime seem the most horrible time of the day.

But it wasn't something that caused this stress. It was someone.

Angered and disgusted just by thinking of him, she kicked a stone into the shimmering pool in front of her. She watched it sink to the bottom, and the surface of the pond began to glow. Jill backed away a few steps and shielded her eyes from the blinding light with her left hand. Her eyes squinted as a woman with long green hair and a turquoise gown floated above the water. The woman's astonishing green eyes sparkled as she stared back at Jill. Their eyes locked together for a few seconds: amethyst and emerald. The green-clad woman held out her palm to reveal the small stone that Jill had kicked into the pond only moments ago. Smirking, she tossed the stone aside.

"Are you serious? Jill, I've told you so many times, get me a gift worth coming out for, it's tiring making such a dramatic scene just to get a pebble. I'm the Goddess for goodness sake! Now, what do you want?" The Goddess asked bitterly.

"I don't really feel like putting in the effort to prepare anything worthwhile," Jill replied nonchalantly. A deep scowl formed onto the Goddess' pale face. "Plus, I summoned you here because, I have a favor to ask of you." Jill replied.

"Okay, so what is it?" The Goddess still seemed to be angered by the useless offering she had just received.

"Well, it's that scoundrel, cocky, and devious bitch...I mean man." Jill hissed angrily.

"Do you seriously think that I can guess who you're talking about just by listening to you saying a few random words?" The Goddess asked, still slightly irritated about the "gift".

"Ugh, It's that Phantom Thief. He thinks that he's the most amazing and the greatest thing to happen to women! He's conceited, conniving, and a flirt! It makes me want to tear him to shreds! I've been trying to capture him for more than a year yet I haven't even gotten close! I need to have a chance! Please! Help me out or something!" Jill cried furiously. She grinded her teeth together, and kicked a tree that was planted next to her.

"Okay, okay, Jill. I know you want to capture the oh so sexy Phantom Skye but-"

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?"

"I m-mean the scoundrel Phantom Skye but, you have to understand, I can't throw someone in jail just like that! He has to do something horrible and sinful for me to be allowed to do that!" the Goddess stammered, her eyes wide in terror. She gravely expected Jill to strike her or something because of her unneeded comment about the Phantom Thief. Jill groaned, and kicked a tree again.

"Would you stop kicking those trees? The leaves are falling into my pond and I'll have to clean it up." the Goddess whined. The farmer groaned again, and got down to sit in front of the pond. The wind blew her brunette hair in all directions as she sat there frozen.

"He took everything from my friends. I can't take it anymore. Are you sure you can't do anything?" Jill asked, sadness in her eyes. The Goddess seemed to notice her grief, but shook her head.

"No, I'm so sorry but, it's the rules." she replied sadly.

Jill sighed, and got up. She turned around and started to walk back to her home. "Thanks, Harvest Goddess." she said flatly, not looking back. The Harvest Goddess sighed, then she retreated into her pond, melting away into vapor.

Jill left the Goddess area, and headed toward the Main Path. North from there was where her farm was: her home. Jill hoped that she wouldn't see Skye's cocky face tonight, for she just felt too depressed to be annoyed by the flamboyant thief. Jill looked up at the stars, praying for a chance to get that thief one day. Just one chance would be fine enough for her.

Living inside a pond was dull in the Goddess' opinion. Sure, the idea of living in a magical pond would sound appealing to a mortal, but they didn't know the half of it. The only excitement the Goddess ever got was from being summoned to the surface by an offering...most of the time by the cheap brunette farmer.

It would've been a little better if she were allowed to have furniture. Unfortunately for her, the Harvest King rejected this idea, saying that doing so would attract attention from humans looking closely at the pond.

Speaking of that midget bastard, the Harvest King, it was because of him the Goddess had no way of helping Jill. How a short, stubby little person in a red top hat was qualified to be the ruler of all the divine beings was a complete mystery to the Goddess...

But, as Harvest King, his word was final. To interfere with the problems of an individual human being, no matter how important the situation was, was a capital punishment. Yes, Jill has saved the Goddess from permanant bansihment from the human world, and yes the girl had asked for her help, but there really wasn't any way to help Jill without her interference being seen by the Harvest God...

Then, as if the world had stopped spinning, a plan formed in the Goddess's head. A brilliant, yet somewhat difficult plan.

The Harvest King wouldn't be able to detect her actions if she wasn't doing anything against his code, right? What if, instead of directly helping Jill, she could enter the thief's mind, and perhaps tweak it a bit? She wasn't allowed to completely take over his mind, or read his thoughts, but maybe dropping a few hints here and there would do perfectly. Yes, there was nothing in the Harvest King's law that said entering someone's mind was forbidden. She just had to make sure she didn't brainwash him. It was a perfect plan. The Goddess had no reason to think otherwise.

Slithering in between the trees and bushes, Skye was like a snake, ready to attack its prey. With a goal set in mind, he was determined. He vowed not to screw up. Not after the months of rehearsing his lines over and over: there was no way for him to fail now. He had planned this day months ago. On a moonlit night, where white stars were scattered across the sky, a bright full moon hanging above to complete the romantic scene...

Of course, he'd have to find the victim first.

"Is this it?" He asked himself in the darkness.

The thief stood in front of rows and rows of crops that seemed to go on forever. He turned around to see two log houses next to each other, separated by a scarecrow. Walking towards one of the houses, he edged close to read the writing on the door.

"Vesta's Farm"

"Damn it. Not here." Skye sighed, "It's got to be a farm. She smells like a barn animal everytime I go near her..." the man smirked. If there was any girl that he didn't mind comparing to smelly animal, it was Jill. This didn't mean that he hated her. Not at all. It's just that he felt that the more insulting he was to her, the more endearing it was (Plus, she never did take compliments lightly, so he might as well have more fun by poking fun at her instead of her calling him a corny flirt.)

He wandered aimlessly around the farm, walking past the wind mills towards the excavation site. Jill didn't live around that area. Skye knew so. The only people who lived there was a an old fart named Carter and his "dorky" assistant, Flora. (Or perhaps he shouldn't call her "dorky". After all, last summer she almost killed him with her killer karate. She was qualified to be a murderer was what Skye thought...)

He looked down upon the glistening waterfall, and watched it sparkle beneath the moon's touch. Usually the Goddess Pond would've been his choice of destination, but he felt as though he should give this place more attention. It was just as beautiful as the Goddess Pond. If his face can be seen in it, what difference was there?

The crashing of water calmed him as he watched his reflection in the waterfall. A cool gust of wind washed over him as he stared at nothing in particular. Deep in thought, the image of a smiling Jill graced his senses. If he succeeded tonight...

He blinked. If he succeeded...then what? What would happen to Jill?

Shaking his head, Skye tried to ward off any negative thoughts that threatened to hinder him on his mission. He had to act now. There was no way around it. To wait any longer would be torture. He closed his eyes. For a moment of quiet and serenity before continuing...

"Wait, what was I doing again?"

Skye looked down to nod at his reflection in the water, as though it were explaining something to him. "Oh right. Back to business." He backed away from the waterfall a few feet, then he sprinted across the dirt and leaped over the body of water, landing right on the edge of the other side. Now at the Spring, he looked around, and walked south towards the path leading to the exit.

Slowly, he crept along the stone path, making little noise as he made his way out of the Spring and into the Main Area of Forget-Me-Not Valley. Another stone path leading to a wide expanse of green land and the smell of filthy animals caught his attention.

"She's got to be there, that's the only place I haven't looked." He smirked and took long strides towards the northern area.

He stepped into the large area. Two houses stood proudly, one of which had to be housing the female farmer he was looking for. A large field was spread out behind the two houses. Ducks swam in the ponds as they playfully snapped at each other. A brown, chocolate coated horse galloped in the field, eating weeds that sprouted from the rich dark soil of the farm. The soft lowing of cows and sheep could be heard within the barnyard, and the bright red of ripe strawberries latched onto the green stems that they had grown from. An all and all beautiful farm, Skye noted to himself.

Testing his luck, the thief headed towards the bigger house. A nagging feeling told him that Jill would be there. Barely touching the doorknob, the door swung open effortlessly. He was amazed at how easy it was to break into this house. Actually, he was amazed that no one in the damn valley ever locked their doors. Stuffing his hand into the pocket of his purple jeans, he felt something soft and smooth in his palm. He sighed in relief: it was still there. He pulled it out, letting it's sapphire glow catch the moonlight illuminating from the windows. He gripped the fragile blue feather tightly in his hand.

Skye wanted this moment to be perfect. He had been practicing his lines over and over again in front of his mirror, carefully choosing lines that Jill didn't label as "cheesy" or "corny" like she always did. This was his chance: he could not make a fool of himself. Ever since that day she saved him from being thrown into prison, he had given up being the playboy of the valley and never flirted with other girls besides Jill. After all, Jill still probably thought that he flirted with the other women, and he didn't want her to think that. She didn't know that she was one of the first people Skye had ever admired. To be more precise, she was the second girl Skye gave up his playboy act for.

Skye switched on the lights, and the dark room brightened as the overhead lamps flickered on. The room was...for lack of a better word, chaotic. The bookshelves were crammed with large farming books, that looked as if they had never been touched yet seemed to have been flung onto the shelves without any sort of organization among the titles. A wooden dining table and chairs were set up, with bits of carrot and celery rotting on the table. The neat-freak Skye refused to glance at anymore of this poor excuse of a tidy home, so he shifted his sight to where he hoped Jill to be. The bed in the corner of the room was messy, like the rest of the house, but what bothered Skye even more was that it was empty. Where could that girl be? Disappointment filled the thief.

"Damn it. She isn't here." He said to himself sadly.

Skye walked slowly towards the door, opening it with caution. When he stepped out of the house, a sillhouette creeped into view. Perhaps it was the police? Taking no chances, Skye recited the words, "CHICK-BEAM FIRE" to hopefully ward away whatever was coming near him. But as he came up a little closer to the figure, his serious expression changed to that of a confident smirk. There she was. The prey. The victim.

His fiance? Well, not yet at least.

"Heh, there you are. I've been looking all over for you." It was true, of course.

"What have you stolen from my house, Skye?" Jill asked, her lips pursed.

"I didn't steal anything, I was looking for you." Skye replied, copying the farmer's offensive tone.

"Yeah right. Empty your pockets, Phantom."

"When?"

"Right now."

"And why would I do that?"

"Because I said so."

"And what if I said no?"

"Skye, just do it."

"No."

Jill groaned, and Skye smiled. This wasn't anything unusual, they had always quarreled about pointless things since they'd met. It was a good sign in Skye's mind. It meant that she wasn't in a bad mood...or maybe she was.

"Shit, Skye, it better not be those strawberries." The brunette glared dagger at the thief.

"I didn't steal anything. Now, since this wasn't what I anticipated our meeting to be like, I'll be going now." Skye waved at the frozen girl, and watched her fuming in the distance until he could not see the girl any longer. He left the farm, and from the main path he turned right.

He stopped in front of the Goddess Pond and plucked the feather back out of his pocket, and twirled it in between his fingers. He couldn't believe himself. The Phantom Thief not having enough courage to propose to a silly farmer. Absurd. He stared at the feather as it enticed him with its sapphire glow. Then suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by a strange force.

Skye.

"Who's there?" Skye called out in the air, obviously freaked out by the eerie voice that had just called out his name.

I am your conscience, and I am here to tell you that-

"You mean like Jiminy Cricket?"

AND I AM HERE TO TELL YOU THAT ARE IN GRAVE DANGER OF-

"And I am here to tell you that I hate imaginary beings like you. Begone before I dump you into a sewer, cricket. If I can. Since you're imaginary and all..."

Listen kid. I ain't no damn cricket, and you're in grave danger because of all the hurt you've caused to the poor farmer girl. Got it? Give her at least one chance to catch you, so that she isn't depressed anymore. Besides, it'll soften her up for you and you can propose to her with the damn feather.

"Chance? Give her a chance to catch me? Are you sure that it'd help me once I try proposing? Won't she just arrest me?" He paused, "Then again, you do bring up a good point."

Skye continued on, "If I were to propose to her now, and if she were to say yes, what about her reputation? She's too popular around here to not get caught with a thief. I'd have to run away with her, but how could I do that when she might not be able to handle the life of a thief?" Skye asked himself. "What would I do?"

Well, how about you just throw yourself in jail-

"I've got it! I'll make a thief!"

What the hell do you mean? You'll make a thief? What kind of idea is that?

"It's one that doesn't concern you, voice-in-my-head. Now, leave. I have some planning to do."

Skye smiled at his reflection as he looked into the glassy pond. The stars seemed to sparkle even more brightly than before. He heard the sound of an owl hooting in the distance and the sound of the crashing waters from the waterfall. The green leaves were rustling from the branches of the trees surrounding the pond and were being blown away by the wind. Had he always been this perceptive? Maybe it was love that was heightening his senses...

It was the perfect plan. There was no chance of it failing.

Would she really refuse the thief once the time came for the proposal?

The thief reached into his pocket to take out a juicy strawberry that he had just picked moments ago. He took a small bite out of it, letting the juice drip down his chin as he contemplated the details of his newest plan.

Yeah, well that was chapter one of my first story. In case you haven't caught on, "Jiminy Cricket" is actually the Goddess trying to manipulate Skye.

a/n: Augh, I hate reading my fifth-grade writing. Hopefully I made this a bit better paced and detailed.