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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Harvest_Moon
  Character:
      Aurelia_(Harvest_Moon)
  Series:
      Part 11 of Legacy
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-10-10 Chapters: 1/? Words: 4163
****** This Love Chronicles ******
by darkryuu
Summary
     Current Story: Bad things always happen in threes, according to
     legend. For Roomi/Luna's son, this unfortunate curse seems hellbent
     on following him for the rest of his life.
Chapter 1: In the Circle
Author’s Note: I know, I’m not actuallydone with ENDGAME but let’s just say
we’re going on a few new adventures. This story follows Yagami Kamon, son of
Yagami Jyun and Yagami Roomi (Luna) introduced in ‘This Love’.
Alright, this is a warning right here: this is dark as hell.I know, I tell you
all ‘it’s fluffy!’ but then something positively traumatizing happens every
time. No, there’s literally no denying it here. This will be one of the
bleakest I’ve written to date in my opinion and it will have very dark
elements. Viewer discretion is advised,I guess? And no, I’m not trying to
destroy Harvest Moon lore, just trying to implement it more than usual.
Why read such tragedy? Because I am still, at the end of the day (or fic) going
to provide a ‘happy ending’. Is it happy to everyone? Probably notbut I can
guarantee the characters will be able to live with the outcome. There will be
Spring.
In terms of timeline to other stories, this is way after Answers and at least a
yearish before the Otome Interlude chapters. This is a short one to start you
off but I’m probably going to dose on the chapters similar to Otome to keep it
HOPEFULLY short and sweet. For now, enjoy.
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"The only reason you were born was for this task alone, Aurelia. Failure is not
accepted."
Men disgusted her.
Tobari Aurelia glowered as she turned over in the king-sized bed, it being the
first thing she saw upon waking. It was weird, wasn't it? This whole 'morning
wood' thing. Maybe succubus did attack men in their sleep.
She poked the 'tree' through his pajama pants absently. Grumbling something
unintelligible, he swatted her hand away and turned over on his side. Aurelia
snickered and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, resting her ear against
his back. "Puddle duck, it's time to wake up."
More mumbling came followed by his soft breathing, denoting he'd fallen back to
sleep. Sighing, she sat up, noting to herself that he'd absently started
fondling himself. Men.
"You'll know as well as we all do when you meet him. The prophecies say he'll
have blue eyes."
Ah yes, that only cut that mystery down to, what, a billion people? Shaking her
head, glum, she opened the drawer where Mama Roo put all the clean towels and
took the magenta one the woman had bought her. She loved Mama Roo, humming as
she chose a pair of panties and took her school uniform as well.
Entering the little bathroom attached to his room, she turned on the tap to get
it warm, turning on his radio. Aaron and Alice were playing, much to her
delighted dismay. She'd never know whether to like or hate them.
Leaning over the sink, she pulled her dark pink tresses back away from her face
with a band and started to exfoliate. 'You women and that s--t', he'd mutter.
Yea, well, not everyone was bizarrely and unnaturally gorgeous like the Yagami.
He just inherited supernatural genes was all.
Shimmying his retro Nirvana shirt off, she stared at herself in the mirror for
a moment, close to naked. 'Nobody's worried about your tits except you, Aurie,
shut up'.
"I wish you'd been prettier. A boy like him would never notice you, even with
you right under his nose."
...Who cares? Leering at herself, she tugged off her underwear and shut herself
away in the shower. That's why men were pigs. Or maybe not all men but
certainly him.
Just on reflex, she covered her breasts and more south when the door swung
open. Yagami Kamon was gazing at her sleepily, already undressed. Aurelia
leered as he just wandered in to share the double taps. "I donot like sharing a
shower with you busting one, prick."
"Who's busting one?" he questioned tonelessly, running his fingers through what
hair he had.
"Are you trying to kill Mama Roo ?"was all she'd asked when he decided to shave
half his head, creating that rather bizarre mohawk that was recycling through
popularity recently. Kamon had just laughed it off. She was serious though.
Mama Roo was rather protective of her husband and son's luxurious long hair,
barely letting them get it trimmed. Needless to say, while Aurelia was
surprised how fetching it was on him, Roomi had sobbed herself into a fit and
locked herself in a room for a day. Papa J just stared at him.
"...Lame."
"You're lame."
Kamon told her that he and his father had been trading insults since he was
one. She thought that was stupid but, lo and behold, after watching a family
video she discovered it was entirely true. Figured. Good sexy genes and a f--
king genius. If he wasn't her best friend she'd hate him.
She yelped as he suddenly clenched her head, pulling her back and burying her
nose in her hair. His brow creased, flicking the moisture away as he pulled
back. "That's kind of a girly smelling shampoo. What is that?"
"Strawberry vanilla" she stuck out her tongue. "I like the smell."
"Mm."
Washing his hair with just something normal and entirely bland, he yawned.
"What were we doing last night that has me want to forget doing anything today
and sleep forever?"
"Sasake, Hiseki, Jonnouji...any of that ringing a bell?" she smirked,
sarcastic.
"So we were getting f--ked up" he concluded, tilting his body to clean under
his arms.
Aurelia sighed. "We were doing nothing of the sort but we did run around and
watch them get f--ked up."
Kamon rolled his crystal blue eyes around in thought before shaking his head.
"I'm going to end up skipping some class to nap doing that craziness. And I
know it was you that pulled me into that mess, I don't party like that on an
effin' Sunday knowing his bitch brother Monday is the next day."
"It was fun!"
"Whatever" he stifled a yawn with the back of his hand.
"Did you just come all over the bed?" Aurelia sulked, "I hate changing the
sheets with your wasted babies everywhere."
Kamon glowered at her, "I did not jerk off, it just went away."
She snorted, wringing out her hair and reaching for her towel. "Whatever. Those
things are weapons. You should be a eunuch."
"Only if I get to watch when you have lesbian sex."
Pursing her lips, she gave him a look as she exited, wrapping the towel around
her body. "Didn't I tell you, oh, a bazillion times, that I am not a lesbian?"
"Always talking about my penis and how much of a menace it is, what am I
supposed to think? Like, I'm not even a manwhore or anything, sheesh" Kamon
scoffed, exiting as well and wrapping the towel around his waist.
Kamon had ten piercings in total. He had four in each ear, his brow, and,
weirdly, a nipple. He said he'd intended to get both done but even he had to
wuss out on that. "I should've just gotten two piercers to do it at once,
there's a super loss of balance here..."
That was really the only one she'd not sat in on and been surprised he'd done.
Well, he also shocked her with the tatt he had on his side, the one reading
"golden" in Chinese. He'd teased he was tempted to get "moon jellyfish" but
figured he'd go for the less bizarre rendition of her name.
No, it wasn't just his penis that was a menace, but him all-in-all. Swallowing,
she reached over as she came to the sink to pinch his pierced nipple. He
yelped, smacking her hand and giving her an annoyed expression. "Why don't you
go home?"
"Because you'd miss me."
"I'm certainly not believing that at this moment."
She snickered, drying herself and shaking her short cut hair dry. Kamon dragged
his clothes on, just running his fingers through his hair and looking
just...perfect. Irritated about that and all of its meanings, she tried to
squeeze again but he caught her this time, turning the action back on her.
"OH MY GOD, sexual harrassment!"

"Don't be a hypocrite" he stuck out his tongue, clasping on the necklace she
got him a few years back. Just a simple leather strand with some random silver
beads. She swallowed again as he turned to look at her, his dark bangs falling
over one of his beautiful blue eyes. "Ready?"
"Don't be ridiculous, I have to do my make-up" she mumbled, looking away as she
leaned over to put on eyeliner.
Kamon rolled his eyes, probably, before exiting. "You don't even need make-up."
"When the coming of age arrives, you know what must be done. You will live this
prophecy, Aurelia, or you will lose everything ."
...Bull. Bull! Gritting her teeth, she clenched the bowl of the sink hard,
staring into it before looking up at her half done face. As a child, she'd
accepted it just because he was all she had. But no, as soon as she met Kamon
in kindergarten it automatically felt wrong. No, not for any poor reasons but
because it was a healthy relationship, innocent for a child to have a best
friend they adored. It wasn't until middle school, when they started to prepare
her for her place, that she couldn't believe it anymore.
Damned if it just wasn't all playing out as planned. Men disgusted her.
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He’d been a baby when this place was made, apparently. It was the brainchild of
his dad, Yagami Jyun, and in turn his mama’s, Yagami Roomi’s, baby. The hours
spent here were uncountable and if asked what he thought of the place, what he
thought of the jobs, the tasks, how would he answer?
“This is boring as s—t, dad.”
Yagami Kamon sat on the sand as his old man snapped pictures of models in
bathing suits. In and of itself he guessed photographing half-naked women
wasn’t badbut same pose, same people, same everything. Like yea, his dad was
luckily innovative when he could be but sometimes he was tethered to the
designer’s desires and this was one of those cases. Kamon just couldn’t imagine
being trapped like that and for so long…
“You just have two artsy parents and got the f—king boring gene, that’s all”
his father countered dryly, kneeling behind a gigantic camera.
It was true though. Did he ever have aspirations to be a rock star or musician?
Nope. Did he ever want to paint like his Aunt Kaede? Psh, no. This? Hell no.
Clothes design? Not at all. He liked numbers and figures like Uncle Koji and
Uncle Cliff, give him something to solve. Creative endeavors, that wasn’t his
thing. His mama lamented him not being a poet for some reason though.
“How is mama not jealous of this though?” Kamon’s eyes narrowed as one bouncy
woman strutted around in pretty much a thong bikini.
“Because she knows she’s the love of my life.”
“Gag.”
His dad smirked, waving at the model that she could take a break before
standing, “You’ll meet her one day if you haven’t already.”
Kamon blinked languidly at his father’s implication, one that was made commonly
in the family since it was hard to accept that perhaps, just maybe, two people
of opposite genders could be friends. “Maybe it’s a man, what about that?”
“It’s all good.”
It couldn’t be a man. While he had…interests, Aurelia was so damn adamant when
he was with guys that he stay with them forever and always that it annoyed the
hell out of him. She was like that yaoi fangirl that ‘shipped’ him like he
didn’t exist or something. Just yesterday she tried to introduce him to some
guy and he was okaybut talk about being dissuaded from that.
Girls though, he groaned, dropping back on the surf. He may as well just askher
to kill him when he was dating girls. There was literally nothing he could
notdo wrong, even if it was something as simple as giving her the last bite of
a candy bar or something. ‘Who the f—k told you chicks wanted that kind of
chivalry? Is she incapable?’. Like, what? He was sharing the damn candy bar
with her and just maybe he wanted her to have the last bite, when did he start
demeaning her?
She was his favorite headache though. Aurie had been with him every single day
since kindergarten, it felt, from the moment he told her she ought not fight
people. Not that she’d ever listenedbut he’d observed. The kid had accidentally
tripped into her and she treated it like the most vile of attacks. When the
teacher admonished her she started to cry and, well, he just hadn’t liked that
so he thought he would advise her. ‘Fight when it’s on purpose. Accidents
happen’.
For as much as he understood about his best friend, Aurelia should have punched
him right then and there but she didn’t. She didn’t really say anything but
came to him on the way home and asked: ‘How do you know when it’s an
accident?’.
Kamon smiled as one of his dad’s long-time assistants gave him a cup of iced
coffee and thanked them. It was a weird question then and somewhat of a weird
question now. He wanted to know what made her think to ask that but to question
it now was only met with a sassy ‘who the f—k cares?’. Seriously, what a bitchy
woman.
What had he said? Well, he recalled thinking about it and coming back to
respond to her the next day. “An accident is when you do something you don’t
mean to.”
“But how do you know?”
Scratching the side of his face lightly, Kamon grimaced. What a philosophically
obtuse question. How do you know when something’s deliberate or not? How do you
know when something’s a part of another’s larger scheme? Things are deemed
accidents because they can’t possibly be deliberate or the person says ‘it’s an
accident’ but how can they actually know? He’d said ‘You just do’.
Aurelia had gorgeous eyes. Like yea, that was one of those idiotic fixations
people had, especially with colors spontaneously assigned by genetics while
hanging out in the womb, but there was just something about golden eyes. People
in his family had the color, yes, but they just weren’t that piercing.
Kindergarten Tobari Aurelia looked at him with those bright eyes and said: ‘I
don’t’.
She was someone he’d spent twelve, almost thirteen, years of life with.
Ultimately though, he just didn’t know a whole lot about her home life. He knew
that her parents had died in some sort of accident and that her only surviving
sibling was her older brother, Chester. He’d…seen the guy. He was dressed in
robes or something and had a weird mustache. Whenever Kamon asked her to
describe him, all she said was ‘no’.
It was obnoxious, really. She knew every detail about his life because he let
her in, because he trusted her to be with him. Alas, aside from her personal
quirks, her dislikes, her favorites, the surface, he truly knew very little
about her. It was one of their bigger fights when he’d asked her if he could
come to her house to see her room. God, did she flip. It was like he was asking
her to take her clothes off or something. She came to his house—no, she
basically livedat his house, enough to warrant her having her own key—and he
was some treasonous heathen for asking her if he could even see hers.
He ignored her for a few days just out of frustration but she never came to him
to reconcile, he went to her and the topic was never brought up again. That was
three years ago and he still had never seen her house.
Whatever though. He didn’t have to see her house for them to be friends but
he’d rathersee her house. No, he’d rather know something about her. Just a
speck of history besides ‘my parents are dead’ or ‘I have a brother’. Why did
she want to remain a mystery to him?
…So maybe that was why. His immediate family and friends and pretty much
everyone thought they were just a couple waiting to blossom when one or the
other made the right move. No, he didn’t want that. Not just because she hid
things, no, nothing so petty, just…he wasn’t certain she wanted to be that
emotionally available. And maybe, just maybe, at one time he would have liked
to pursue but at this point she was his best friend that set herself as a
perfect stranger. She understood him like clockwork but inversely, he…he knew
so little. Thirteen years. Not days, not hours, not months. Years. Years and he
didn’t know where she was even from. ‘Not Mineral’ is the extent of what he
knew. Great, that narrowed it down.
He would always, always be her friend but no, he couldn’t handle secrecy about
such small matters. Maybe they were large matters, actually, maybe she did have
a sordid history but didn’t they all? She hadn’t left his side because of his,
why would she imagine he’d leave hers?
It all was just unanswered questions.
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…She couldn’t ride.
Tobari Aurelia sat on the blanket as Kamon pushed his motorcycle down the empty
foothills of Mineral. His cousins were all of his tail, their laughter hearable
from where she sat. He had…a nice family.
“You’re thinking about running, aren’t you?”
She gripped her shoulder harder, her eyes creasing. Duh. Who wouldn’t?

Lying on the floor last night after she’d been forced home, she listened to her
saving monster as he paced around her, explaining the same thing he’d explained
since he took her from the home fifteen years ago. “You found him, at least.
The appointed day is soon and we’ll finally be prepared to make the offering.
Running is futile. We’ve come too far.”
…Kamon asked her once to come to her house. Well, not once but lots of times
and she always told him bluntly ‘no’. He got upset the last time he asked, so
much so he ignored her for days and she…she wanted so badly to go to him, to
explain. But the risk? The risk was much too high and she…she was only left
with genuine relief when he came to her to drop it all.
Aurelia always floundered. She thought…she thought this was all madness from
the very first day it was revealed what her ‘purpose’ was. Foolish thoughts
created by some delusional mind. But when she met Kamon? At least…at least
portions of it came true.
She remembered about five years back, she, Kamon, and the same cousin bunch he
was riding with went into the mountains. Usually she loathed those mountains
because of what was forced to take place there but she…she couldn’t voice that.
Instead, shocking her so senseless, his cousin Hideyoshi Chika did.
“You know Kaoru’s grandmama? Her name’s Leona. She told me a story about the
symbol on this stone” Chika had remarked, running her finger on one of the
rocks near the pond.
“Is it scary?” Shimizu Akira mumbled.
Chika shook her head, “No, I don’t think so. Leona said that Wiccans central to
this area believed if you offered something of great wealth to yourself to this
water, you would summon the Goddess.”
Aurelia remembered how her heart stopped. Others…others knew? Kamon raised a
brow, “Goddess…? I mean, I’ve seen images around here of one but I didn’t know
what they meant.”
“Mm, in olden times there was considered to be a harvest goddess. They were
considered to be everywhere too. Here in Mineral she lives in this pond. I
first heard about it in Castanet where she resided in this tree. She was
supposed to be the one that kept tranquility in the Earth. The Wiccans though,
they didn’t really want that because it altered their mana, according to Leona.
She said some just didn’t like the goddess.”
…Was it true? If someone else knew, was it true? Shimizu Miyako blinked slowly
at the symbol, “So this symbol is the symbol of the goddess…?”
Chika nodded and sighed, “It’s way too fantastical though. Leona laughed though
and said I was too young to be so pragmatic but ultimately it was all old
wive’s tales. Alas, this same symbol was also on that tree. It’s a neat legend,
at least.”
…A legend that had made her very existence a living hell.
The Marianna serum, also called ‘Marina’, was considered by the Church of the
Goddess to be a product of that same goddess. The woman that developed the true
potion for immortality was beautiful woman with purple hair and purple eyes.
She…did have a regal presence about her but during an interview a member
actually sent in a question asking if she were goddess reincarnate from
Hanotani. Aurelia remembered the horrified then saddened look in the woman’s
eyes before she rejected the question. It was considered enough evidence to
‘proceed’.
The Goddess from Castanet was considered a lost cause. They had gone about the
rituals of the bells which was what was left of her description but they still
hung lifeless from the tree. Many claimed that…that it was because she hadn’t
had a vessel.
…A vessel. That’s all this was for: a vessel.
She’d hoped. She’d hoped and prayed since she was a little girl forced into
preparing for this that not one ‘prophecy’ would come true because it was all a
lie. Some fantastical journey this stupid group ventured on because they
couldn’t accept reality. It was a cult, plain and simple, and the sooner they
saw that the better off they’d all be.

“Hey, Aurie, you feeling any better?”
Aurelia looked up, startled from her thoughts, as Kamon settled down beside her
on the blanket. She glanced to the others in the distance to find them drinking
water and probably rehydrating after the long ride. Swallowing, she nodded.
“I’m…I’m find, Kamon.”
"You'll know as well as we all do when you meet him. The prophecies say he'll
have blue eyes."
She’d thought of all the people she’d met with blue eyes and still she tried to
decry it. Alas, when Yagami Kamon came to her in kindergarten to tell her she
ought not fight over accidents she knew for that single instant it was him. His
blue eyes were so shocking, so clear and pure and endless. She was so stunned
she remembered feeling sick. He was even trying to advise her, this…this
vessel? He…he even came to her.
And he fit that stupid prophecy so well she at times faltered in her disbelief.
They said he’d take care of her, accept her, stay by her side, no matter what
steps she took. And he had…and she accepted it because he was the first person
she remembered in her life that would. She…she tried to keep him out of the
sight of the circle but one closet member saw them together, mentioned it to
Chester, and he promptly beat her for concealing that she’d found ‘the chosen’.
"When the coming of age arrives, you know what must be done. You will live this
prophecy, Aurelia, or you will lose everything ."
“Eh? Hey, Aurie, oh my God, does it hurt that bad?” Kamon suddenly panicked,
his perfect blue eyes widening as he hugged her, “Let me take you to the
hospital.”
She winced, having caused his panic by crying in inadvertent sorrow. Laughing
it off, she wiped her eyes, “I-It’s nothing, idiot. I-I just was really looking
forward to today.”
He couldn’t come over because it’d been suggested by others that they capture
him now and lock him up until the promised day came. Luckily Chester was
‘reasonable’ and said it’d draw too much attention but she just couldn’t risk
it. If she told him where she was from and how she was kidnapped from an
orphanage it’d all trace back to this and who knows what these crazy bastards
would do to him? Not only that, he’d…he’d come to her rescue because that’s
what he did. Or what he tried to do and she couldn’t let him. Closing her eyes
as she snuggled against his chest, she breathed out as a few more tears
escaped.
It was one of the few things this stupid perfect human got mad at her over, not
letting him inside to see what she was, to see where she’d been. She wanted to.
God, she wanted to…

But the one thing she’d lose was him.
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