A/N: I just had to write this pairing - it's too cute! I think I like this story better than the first one, so I hope everyone likes it. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harvest Moon or any of its characters or plots. This fanfiction is merely for recreational purposes.
Stringing Up the Lights
December 15, 2008
Skye x Claire
It was my first Christmas here in Forget-Me-Not Valley, so I was new to most holiday-related customs and such. And using the term "new" was putting it mildly. I was so unprepared for this winter that by the time everyone was ready for Christmas, I was still trying to come out of my food coma from Thanksgiving.
And this is how I found myself dangling upside-down from my rooftop at one-thirty in the morning on a Tuesday night. Well, Wednesday morning, I suppose.
Apparently, in this strange little village where I owned a farm, it was customary to "string up Christmas lights along the roofs of houses and buildings during the winter season," as quoted by Mayor Thomas. Not that you would put them up during any other time of the year, but whatever. Anyway, this tradition is so important that it is now mandatory. At least, that is what the mayor said. And when I was informed of this, I thought, "Screw the mayor, what does he know?" Alas, I was ill-fated and eventually had to go out and buy the damned lights because everyone in town all but torched my house.
So I finally got home with the equipment and lights and a whole lot of stuff that I probably didn't even need. Of course, with this being a very technologically inept town, the lights were not up to date. And by this, I mean that if one light didn't work, none of them worked. Quite frankly, this sucked. Big-time.
So I sat on the floor of my house and checked every one of those stupid light bulbs until it finally lit up. This long and drawn-out process took me all afternoon and it was well after dark when I was ready to set up the lights.
This was where I made another mistake. You should never, ever try to put up Christmas lights in the dark. But because of my stubborn and determined attitude, I was not going to stop until every string of lights was somewhere along my rooftop.
Somehow, I managed to climb onto the roof while holding both a tool box and three rounds of lights. Away I went with the hammer, nails, and lights, stringing them up like a paranormal human with super speed. When every round of lights was held up against the side of the roof, I realized that I had forgotten to set up something: the extension cords.
By this time, it was already one in the morning and I was tired, stupid, and perhaps delusional. So to solve the problem of the missing extension cords, I figured I could somehow hang off the roof by my feet and grab the cords that were sitting by the front door.
The saddest part of this? It actually seemed like a good idea at the time. Looking back on it, I must have been really delusional because not only was there no possible way to hang from the roof with my feet, but even with my arms stretched out, there was a good five or six feet between my the tips of my fingers and the ground. If I hadn't miraculously been held up by the light cords, I would have definitely died. Or at least have been severely injured.
So anyhow, I had managed to get one of my ankles caught in the light cords while the other was hooked onto the edge of my unnaturally sturdy gutter. I hung there helplessly while all the blood in my body rushed to my head. Perhaps Takakura would come out randomly in the middle of the night and help me down.
Sadly, it was not to be because that certainly did not happen. Instead, I hung there limply as the minutes ticked by, unable to grab hold of anything that would help be back up.
"Damn it!" I cursed, afraid to do anything else but talk. One move and I could fall from my precarious spot and die. Maybe.
Suddenly, I could hear the sound of footsteps in the snow, and they weren't far off. Perhaps I would be saved after all!
"You look like you could use some help," a smooth voice said from a few feet away. I couldn't see him because I was stuck facing the house.
Oh, thank Goddess! Whoever this mystery person was, I was forever in his debt. "Yes, please," I replied. At least if I blushed, no one would've been able to tell since all my blood was in my head anyway.
The snow crunched beneath the mystery person's feet and I could see him standing off to my left, probably trying to wonder how I got into this predicament in the first place. Hmm. He looked vaguely familiar. Silver hair, green eyes, somewhat feminine features. Not to say that didn't detract from his overall good looks. Wait a minute…
"You're the Phantom Thief!" I gasped, which was the worst possible thing to do at that particular moment. My foot slipped off the edge of the gutter and one string of lights snapped, and I started to drop.
"Claire!" The thief tried to catch me, but instead just cushioned my fall.
"Oof!" I could feel the breath rush out of each of us as I landed on top of him, receiving a face full of scarf. Yum.
After the shock of what just happened subsided, I rolled off of him and tried to catch my breath. "How do you know my name?" I asked, bewildered.
"We've… met before. But you probably don't remember," he looked over at me and grinned. "I was stealing some stuff from Romana's mansion."
"Of course I remember. It's just weird that you know my name," I said, looking up at the stars.
"I have my sources," he said, standing up and offering me a hand.
"I'm sure you do," I muttered as he helped me up. "Oh, head rush," I took a step back as a black haze filled my vision for a few moments. A pair of strong hands grabbed my shoulders, steadying me.
"You should probably get inside and sit down," he guided me towards the front door. "My name's Skye, by the way."
"Thanks, Skye," I said, my hand on the door knob. "Really, if there's anything I can do, just tell me."
Skye chuckled and pointed up to the top of the doorframe. I looked up and noticed that there was a…. sprig of mistletoe?! Who the hell put that there?!
"Uh, well, I guess that means," was how far I got before he kissed me. It was sweet and gentle, and I closed my eyes, hoping that it could go on forever, even if I had only met him twice.
It was my first Christmas here in Forget-Me-Not Valley. Let me clarify: the first Christmas that I would share with my husband, Skye. At the moment, I was sitting outside on the ground holding a large bundle of extension cords in my lap as Skye attempted to scale our house.
Since he had never "properly" celebrated Christmas as a kid, he insisted on doing pretty much everything holiday related. We already had a Christmas tree; tomorrow we were going caroling, which I was still hoping to talk him out of; and Skye had insisted that I dress up as Mrs. Claus. Granted the outfit was rather skimpy… and only meant to be worn, and taken off, in the bedroom. But still.
Ever since the first time we'd met, I had pledged to never put up Christmas lights again, even if it did result with a kiss from Skye, but since it was holiday-related, he insisted.
So here I was sitting bundled up in a foot of bone-chilling snow as Skye tried to string up some lights along the roof.
"Claire," Skye called down from his place on the roof. "Can you hand me the tool box?"
"Oh, you mean that pink one covered in glittery flowers?" I snickered, pointing at the box that was sitting by the front door.
"Just hand it to me, please," he said, rolling his eyes.
"Fine, but only if you promise not to fall off the roof," I said, holding the tool box up to him with a grin.
Amusement twinkled in Skye's green eyes and he smirked as he said, "I promise."