A young woman stood on a small knoll in Termina Field, gazing at the rainbow over Clock town. A small, humorless smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Again," she whispered, unheard and unseen by the people around her, "again, I'm reduced to this. All my work for nothing, no credit, to be forgotten within a few years."
"That's the life you chose." She tensed at the voice, not having to turn to see the smug grin on the pale face behind her. Not having to worry about anyone hearing them.
"Shut up, Oni. You didn't have to interfere." He snorted, brushing a lock of white hair out of his face as he came up beside her.
"Oh, but I did. You of all people should know how boring the Guardians' punishment can be."
"You never had to work for your demon status. There's no need to try to get me dropped from mine."
He chuckled, and tugged on one of her braids. The girl swatted at his hand. "Stop that!"
"But you're so cute when you're mad!"
"Why can't you ever leave me alone? Every era, every time, you come back and..." She let off a scream of frustration and stalked away from him. The young man frowned and followed her.
He took maybe five steps before she noticed, whirled around, and came right back. She poked him in the chest with a glare that could have started a forest fire. "Don't you dare follow me, you pathetic excuse for a demon! I used to be mortal, and I'm still better at your job than you! I don't know why anyone would ever think that you're better than me, even if you are older!" Practically foaming at the mouth, she turned again and stormed off.
He stood there for a moment, and then slowly shook his head. "You're probably right. You probably would make a better Fierce Deity, with your bloodthirsty attitude. But your tactics won't get you promoted. And it's not my fault that your lack of common sense fascinates me, Majora." He shook his head one last time, and walked off in the opposite direction that she'd taken.
The two active demons of Termina stalked off to their respective sulking corners.
I noticed that lots of people have Majora and Oni know each other somehow in their stories. After a lot of thought, I realized that that would be pretty cool. My Majora doesn't really care about anything but chaos, but since she started out mortal I thought maybe she'd care about her rank in some sort of blessed hierarchy. So they're not in love, they're not really friends, they're both immortal, so she can't kill him. It's sort of an irritated-competitive-work-acquaintanceship. *sweatdrop* Could've been better, could've been worse.
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