4Title: My Stalker and Me
World: Rune Factory 2
Words: 550
Warning: Stalking themes
Author's Note: Inspired by how creepy I think Ray is.
Disclaimer: I don't own Rune Factory 2.
Ray listened to the farmer get scolded by his mother for working himself too hard. Kyle was in the clinic again due to a cold. Apparently, he was in the Padova Mountains for two days straight, doing God knows what.
"Bye now, Kyle. Don't stay up late anymore. It's not good for your health," Natalie gently chided Kyle as he was walking into the waiting room and out of the doctor's office.
"It won't happen again, I'm sorry," he laughed nervously and turned to Ray. "Your mom's really worried, huh?"
Ray stared at him blankly for a while then snapped out of his trance. "Oh yes, she's always like that. She's very passionate about taking care of people. I hope to be like her one day," he babbled.
"Yeah, she's great all right. Well, Ray, I've gotta get going now. I saw a request on the board from Rosalind," he paused to blush, and Ray slightly grimaced, "so I'm gonna get going now. See ya!"
Ray mumbled an inaudible 'bye' and huffed to himself. Everyone thought he was in love with Rosalind, but no, he loved Kyle. But he couldn't tell anyone because his mother would probably cut his allowance. That would be tragic.
Natalie heard his huff and walked out of the office. "Dear, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, mother. I'm just tired. I didn't get a lot of sleep last night," he answered.
"Would you like some lamp grass tonight?"
"No, thank you."
"All right, dear." She headed back into her office, and Ray sighed to himself.
It was the truth, he hadn't slept a lot last night. But it all Kyle's fault. He couldn't get the red-headed farmer out of his mind. All night, he pretended his pillow was Kyle and had a mock wedding with it, and a mock wedding night. He finished at four in the morning, and he woke up at six. Thinking about this reminded him, he needed to sneak into Kyle's house tonight. He wanted to take a picture of his face and tape it to his pillow, so he could look at it during his mock wedding nights.
Of course, no one knew of this obsession with Kyle, since he'd be an outcast in the village and Natalie would cut his allowance. Did he mention his allowance being cut meant no more pink melons? Well, he wouldn't get anymore of the pink melons he loved as much as Kyle if his mom knew about his secret love. Right now it was four in the afternoon...and he saw Kyle head east...but wasn't he going to the request board? Oh well, it didn't matter anyways.
"Mother, I'm going to the bath house now."
"Okay, dear. Be careful in there."
He smiled and bid her goodbye, but mentally complained to himself. She always treated him like such a child. She didn't even let him dress himself, but he wasn't going to complain to her about it. As a matter of fact, he was so excited to possibly see Kyle naked that he brushed the whole ordeal off.
He couldn't wait to get in the bath now.