Disclaimer: I do not own Harvest Moon and any other related characters/themes. This whole story will be from Vaughn's POV. Unfortunately I do not own Vaughn either. *sighs* So hot. *shakes head* Anyway, R & R!

Prologue

I sigh as I walk down the dark alley to my apartment. My job here in the city was going to kill me one day. It's not that I didn't like it; it's that the hours were so long I would die from lack of sleep.

The sound of a fight echoes in the alley. I know that no one is going to attack me though. When I first moved here I had established a reputation for being tough, so that gangs left me alone. Just to be on the safe side, I keep a knife in my boots.

I reach the door to my apartment, and quickly glance around me before I pull out a key I had hidden in a flower pot on my window sill. It was a better hiding spot than under the door matt. And there was no way I could bring it to work without losing it.

Once inside, I lock the door behind me. Better to take no chances. I flip the light switch and instantaneously, my apartment is flooded with light.

The room is extremely plain. White walls, wooded floor and regular furniture that you would find in any house. There were no decorations and no pictures hanging on the wall, although I did have a clock on the wall above the small kitchen. I did have a small bedroom, but I preferred to sleep on the couch. My bedroom has too many unpleasant memories for me.

An unexpected yawn escapes my lips, startling myself. I rub my eyes beneath my cowboy hat as I thank my lucky stars that I didn't have work tomorrow or the next day.

I head over to my couch. Right beside it I had a change of clothes, although they looked exactly the same as the ones I was currently wearing.

Another yawn escapes my lips and I wish I could just fall on the couch and sleep for a week. I rub my eyes again, and make a mental note to splash water on my face in a minute.

I take off my hat, and place it on the coffee table next to the couch. My eyes linger on it for a second after I brush my silver hair out of my eyes. The cowboy hat was brown and had a purple sash around the brim of it. Unconsciously, I scowl. I should have taken that off my now, but I just couldn't.

Turning away from the hat, I begin to take off the rest of my clothes off. My brown vest is the first to go, followed by my white ascot and black button down long sleeve shirt. They're all thrown in a pile by themselves, and I make a mental note to myself to have them washed soon.

I remove my black fingerless gloves, my brown belt and my brown cowboy boots next. My co-workers always made fun of me for dressing like a cowboy (when they did talk to me) but I just ignored them. The way I dressed reminded me of when I was little. I've always loved the country more than the city anyway.

All I have left on is my black pants, but I'll leave them on until I actually go to sleep. Unhurried, I head over to the kitchen sink and splash water on my face. I come up spluttering, but I recover.

Now that I was more awake, I head over to my telephone to see if I had any messages. As I walk there, I pass a mirror.

I pause to look at my reflection. My body looked fine, I guess. I had some muscle from dealing with animals all the time, but I didn't mind. My stupid silver hair made me look older than my 24 years and it hung down to my chin. I should probably get a haircut.

Then I look at my eyes. They were a deep shade of violet. I scowl at them; I had been teased because of them very often. It was an unnatural colour to find in someone's eyes, and unfortunately the colour was real. I hated my eyes.

A quick look at the clock told me that it was a little before midnight. I sigh as I go by the phone, not expecting there to be any messages. However, my attention is drawn to a little blinking red light.

My attention is caught. I almost never got calls. Next to no one had my number anyway. Curious, I click the button to hear the message.

A woman's voice comes on the line. "Good Evening Vaughn. It's Mirabelle."

A second voice butts in. "And Julia!"

I smile slightly to myself. Mirabelle was my aunt and Julia was my cousin. They had taken me in after my parents had died. My smile vanishes after the last thought. I didn't like thinking about that time of my life. Quickly I redirect my attention to the message.

Mirabelle was speaking again. "Anyway Vaughn. We just settled on this adorable little island called Sunshine Island. There aren't very many people here right now, but it's coming along nicely."

Julia's voice cuts in. I almost smile. That girl was as nice as nice could be, but she could get so impatient. "Vaughn, we want you to come here and be the Island's animal dealer!"

Mirabelle shushes her in the background. I have to sit down on a stool as she continues. "Yes Vaughn. We would like you to come to the Island and be our animal dealer. I understand that you get Wednesday's and Thursday's off. You could come to the island on those days and then go back to your regular job afterwards. I've heard you need a little extra money too, and we'd be more than happy to pay you."

Julia comes in. "There's this little farm here that this girl Chelsea is taking over. Eventually she's going to want to buy animals, and Mirabelle and I set up and animal shop. So it'd be great if you could come!"

Mirabelle comes back on as the message finishes. "We'd really appreciate it Vaughn. Take your time to think about it, and then get back to us."

She leaves her number and then both of them bid me goodbye. The message ends.

I lean back in the stool. It was Tuesday today, so I could leave in the morning on a boat there. I'm sure I could get a short notice ticket. There wouldn't be many people going there anyway.

My regular job was taking care of animals at an animal dealer shop. All the people that worked there sold animals to at least one person. My boss was always urging me to find someone to sell animals to. So this would be a good idea.

Plus, Mirabelle said that it was an island that wasn't very populated. That meant there would be lots of open space. I could finally get away from the city, even if it was only for two days of the week.

I almost smile to myself. Even though it was late at night, I wanted to let them know my decision. Checking back to the message, I dial the number Mirabelle had left for me.

After a few rings, an annoyed voice comes on the line. "Who is this? Do you know it's just before midnight?"

I almost laugh. I could tell it was Julia. She sounded pissed. "It's Vaughn."

She perks up immediately. "Vaughn! It's great to hear from you! Did you get our message we left? What do you think?"

"I'll be there in the morning." I say and hang up the phone.

That's just a little intro to get the story started. As a reminder, this will all be from Vaughn's POV and I'm sorry if some of the people seem out of character a bit. The main characters should be in character but I haven't played the game in a long time(my sister stole it and won't give it back). But aside from that, I will do my best, and I hope you enjoy it! Read and Review!