A/N: Haven't written anything for Soul Calibur for a few months, but thought I'd post somethin. Heres a TiraXLink fifty themes fic. Any theme requests would be greatly appreciated.

Theme 1: Dancing, and Sharing

You had enticed me, when we fought the first time. I couldn't take my eyes off your hips, and you took advantage of it, using it as a tool to defeat me. Even so, you had been unable to kill me, and ran off. After that, we no longer fought. We danced. It wasn't about death, or winning, or losing, or my homeland, or even your master. It was about needing someone to be with, even though we were too stubborn to admit it. It was about me needing a friend in this lonely world, and you being sick and tired of people shunning and mistreating you. It was about our desire, no, our need to belong. To be at peace with this world, and since that was impossible, we settled for being together. Eventually, we dropped the facade of battle and simply coexisted, if only for short afternoons and nights. I remember how you had listened, your eyes glowing with admiration, as I spoke of my adventures, and the hundreds, if not thousands, of lives I saved. I can recall how your violet orbs had filled with jealousy as I told you of my friends in Hyrule, who all wanted me home as soon as possible. When I asked about your friends, you told me of the only person other than me that you had fought and did not kill, and listed her and her daughter as your friends, then called down a raven, introducing it as your best and oldest friend, before kissing it on the head and letting it fly loose. When I pressed for information about your past, and your adventures, you revealed that you had lost your memory sometime in the last year, before living with a normal family for some time, until a seemingly normal arguement set you off, and you slaughtered them, as well as countless others in your exit from the area. You then spoke of your time as the leader of a gang of bandits, and of the dozens of villages you razed to the ground, and the money you stole, until you snapped again and murdered all of your comrades. You told me of the countless people you fought and killed in your search for your master, about the souls you watched vanish from their eyes, about the hundreds of formiddable warriors who had perished at the blades of your weapon. Your face was gleeful as you told me of these horrible things, but your eyes showed not happiness, nor sadness. They seemed... hollow. I had embraced you, and allowed your tears to fall upon my following morning, before you set off on your own to go about harvesting souls, I told you of my plans to go to the next big village, and you agreed to meet me there, before dashing off. I had waited there for four nights before leaving a message for you with the innkeeper and moving on to the next town. I did this for months on end, but not once did I see you in any of the areas I journeyed to. Eventually, I gave up hope. In Athens, however, I saw what I knew involved you. A lone raven was circling a large building. I had entered it with bated breath, and found hundreds of people our age dancing and mingling, but did not find you. I searched the building for hours on end, to no avail. Once I felt that my hopes had been sufficiently trampled, I sank into a chair by the closest table. I contemplated the thought of never seeing you again, and felt fear grip my heart for the first time, as well as a paralysing sadness. Until a certain soul hunter found her way into my lap, and her lips found mine. I broke the wonderful reunion to ask where you had been, and say three important words, but you pulled me onto my feet.

And we danced.

A/N:There we go, this sites first ever LinkXTira pairing, as well as my most serious work yet. Most of the chapters will be funnier than this, but I might just acquire a taste for writing like this. Please do send in requests for new themes, as well as review and tell me what I did wrong/right.