Egoistic Love Story (Harvest Moon A New Beginning Fanfiction)

Allen X MC Fanfic CHAPTER 1

"So this is the town that old man persuaded me into working at, huh." There's a huge abundance of buildings but a wide variety of nature to be seen. The air is clean, the skies are a light shade of blue, not a shred of cloud to be seen. The water is crystal clear, calm, reflecting the light blue sky. This is different from where I lived.

There aren't much townspeople here. It's much like a ghost town. Damn that old man. He mentioned that it was a little run down but this is far worse than I expected.

Great, just great. Being the prodigy hairstylist that I am, I should've stayed in the city where I'll be able to show off my magnificent works of art.

"Ah, Allen. Since you just arrived, why not greet the townspeople? But you should place your luggage at your new home first, I guess."

Dunhill, the old man who persuaded me to live in this dilapidated town, showed me to my new 2 storey home. A salon on the first floor and my home on the second.

It's not half bad. Heh. The craftsmanship is passable, suited to my glorious presence. Though painting it blue was a mistake. The shade of red would be better. The flowers in the front should've been of sunflowers. Perfect for summer.

"It's good." I muttered without thinking. The carpentry, the furniture, the design, was it all thought of by a single person? Hah. I doubt it. There's no such person in an anonymous town.

"I'm glad that it suits your favor. It was made by the new farm girl in town, Rachelle. She is quite splendid in the things she does."

My eyes widen. Just a bit. To think that a single farm girl, a female, nonetheless, built this house that even caught my attention. How interesting. I smirk, though remaining silent.

"In fact, I'll introduce you to her tomorrow. You must be tired from your trip. Rest up. I'll come first thing tomorrow morning."

"I am not a morning person. And I am certainly a horrible person at 'first thing in the morning'." is what I would like to say but the words just slipped through my mouth as air. I simply nodded as I assume Dunhill went on home.

I examined the salon, every nook and cranny. Not a single flaw and also quite simple. I proceeded on unpacking my luggage and fixed up the place suited to my comfortability.

A few hours passed and I slumped against the couch. It wasn't like the couches I used to sit on at the city but this is quite comfortable. I felt a gurgle through my stomach. I haven't eaten since I left the city and it's also hot here. I feel slight sweat on my forehead which made me feel discomforted.

I amenably headed to the bathroom to wash off the discomfort and the harsh weather seeping through my skin. After I cooled off, I walked towards the fridge, with a hand using the towel to wipe the wet strands of my natural red hair and the other to open the fridge.

A sudden blast of cool wind came into contact with my face. Aside from the refreshing wind, it is scarce of food. Talk about no hospitality. To think that they wouldn't at least leave a certain welcoming gift. How rude.

I am certain that there isn't even a restaurant in this town. A sigh escaped from my lips.

"Thud, thud, thud!" booming footsteps ran through my ears and I immediately went down to check.

When I arrived, it was quiet.

Silence. But... there's a wafting aroma filling the atmosphere. The scent of herb soup. How I loved that dish. As I daydreamed, my eyes suddenly landed on the counter where there was a steaming hot bowl of herb soup. Why is this here? Who left this? A dozen questions filled my mind but only one thought came through. I'm hungry.