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LoZ OTP100 – Prompt # 32 Motorcycle

Warning's: Slight AU for Link's crazy dream. Maybe the angst tones in some parts. Also, these are supposed to be short (500-100words), but this one is a tad long.

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Two blonde-haired, blue-eyed, and long-eared children sat on a pair of wooden swings in the royal garden of Hyrule. The swings were connected to the trellis archway over the youths' heads by thick, braided towing ropes, but their years of service in the play garden of generations of royal children had made it appear as though the twin swings were held up by vines of ivy. A cooling summer breeze blew gently under the trellis, ruffling strands of blonde hair away from the children's faces and rustling the leaves of ivy that their small hands disappeared into, clinging to the ropes beneath. Swinging slowly, using their own legs to push lightly against the green grass, their two young voices could barely be heard of the slight creaking of the ropes and the whisper of the wind through the grass.

It was as if they were conversing about something life-changing and the world wanted to let them have their peace, if only for a temporary time. And once, in a future neither would ever claim to remember, this might have been the truth. At that time, the world had relied on the boy to save it from terrible darkness and on the girl to spare it a second chance at prosperous light. The world had once been on their side, but now it only seemed that time flowed against them, that everything was determined to destroy the fragile friendship they had shared since that other time.

So the two blondes enjoyed every moment they could experience with one another, moments like these, when they could swing and talk quietly. When they could share their fears and their dreams, even if the dreams were silly and the fears sillier after what they'd faced in a future neither would live again.

The boy kicked his left foot a bit harder than necessary against the ground, making a rift of dark dirt appear in the grass he'd gouged. He wasn't wearing his hat today, and the embarrassed blush creeping across his cheeks was more than enough to make him regret that choice. 'It doesn't help that she's laughing at me, darnit,' he thought, as a scowl slid onto his sun-tanned face. Surely it hadn't been that ludicrous of a dream, and shouldn't she at least have respected that he'd been embarrassed enough to share it? Link, as he was called, found himself wishing there was more than a vine-covered rope to hide his face behind at that moment.

Beside him, the girl giggled openly and perhaps too loudly, ignoring her friend's blush and hurt feelings innocently. She wasn't laughing in a spiteful way, and even with her eyes closed in her emotion, it was clear to see that she more than enjoyed this moment. 'He can be so silly sometimes, it's hard to think of him as a dangerous swordsman,' she thought, beginning to stifle her good-natured giggles with the back of her white, lacy, gloved, right hand. Ok, so it really hadn't been that odd of a dream to have, but claiming it was a vision? Zelda, the princess of Hyrule, had no problem laughing over that idea, finding his declaration to be the most amusing thing she'd heard in a long time, and wanting to cherish the memory of it forever.

"Zelda, it really isn't that funny! …C'mon, stop laughing at me, princess."

She ignored him a few more seconds, giggles slowing down as she wiped gently at her eyes, trying to compose her face, so that it was impossible to tell she been laughing so hard it made her cry. That, as her tutor kept trying to drill home, was as unladylike as swearing. She was fond of both habits, refusing to be broken, and choosing to keep them as private as possible so she could cling to them.

"No, I guess it really was not that funny, Link. I am sorry for having laughed at your expense. You and my tutors would agree on how rude that was of me."

He balked at that, feeling as though he'd said the wrong thing and wanting to take it back. He wanted her happy, not made into some doll with a face and feelings that only moved as directed. There was no way he wanted to be on the same level with, much less in agreement with, her idiotic tutors. He knew they had no idea that the true strength of a person laid in their individuality, so he did everything he could to keep them from crushing hers.

"It's okay…it's just, well, it really did feel like one of those dreams. I mean, maybe there will be things like that one day. Maybe I can really ride one, with the round things spinning fast on that black stuff, and with a green helmet on, and going somewhere with that cool roaring noise like "Brroooaaaarr", and hey, maybe the big thing over the round bits will really be green too! And I can stop worrying about taking carrots and Epona getting tired, because, y'know, I bet that thing doesn't need food and rest and stuff!" He tried to be a typical boy, throwing in wild gestures and acting out his dream for her. He could never be that boy, but he could at least share something normal and fun with Zelda.

"Link, I think the thing will still need something to move. You need food and rest to move, and you're not a horse." She watched his face in its excitement, and could almost feel as though she'd had a dream about riding a weird metal motion machine too. It helped that Link talked with his hands a lot, something he'd picked up while still trying to learn the Hylian language on his first trip out of his native forest.

"Well, yeah, but I don't think that thing was alive, Zelda. I don't think I ride it if it was, I'd hate to get bucked going as fast as I felt like I was in that dream."

"How fast did you go? I know Epona's fast, was it faster?"

"Definitely! There wasn't any wind in my hair because of the helmet thingy, and I kinda missed that, but the big buildings went by so fast, I couldn't even read the signs on 'em! …Are you sure it wasn't a prophetic dream?"

"Well, no, of course I'm not sure. You know as well as I do that predicting the future is a difficult task, and even when we think we may know what will happen, things always change or happen in ways we didn't expect." He nodded as he listened to her; serious and quiet as he watched the sorrow of that time line her face, sharing in her regret. They hadn't known what they'd been getting into, but he knew they would pay with their personal happiness in this future, the one they wouldn't get to share.

"If you ever do get to ride a metal machine like that, I want to see it too."

"I thought you said it couldn't exist, Zelda. How can I ride one for you if it doesn't exist?"

"Maybe it does. Not here and now, I don't think so, but maybe someday there will be one. And you can ride it around like you do Epona, and I'll clap when you do jumps with it and win races at the yearly festival." Maybe there was another time they were meant to share, and they'd be as close as they had been in the other one, not made to forget each other like they would be here.

"I hope so. I want one so bad. I even named it in my dream! I called it a mou-toh-sigh-kl." Hope, in that thought, that he had seen a future, one where he could ride a motorcycle and she could watch him without being told later how inappropriate their friendship was.

Besides, Zelda really wanted to see Link ride his so-called motorcycle. If it made him look half as cool as riding horseback did, she'd do anything to see it. Even if it meant that leaving the peaceful garden and being put back into a time of turmoil like the one from before, it would be worth it to be together again. Swinging together was lovely, but a ride on a motorcycle with him sounded even better. And then, maybe they could ride off into a sunset together, as a knight and his princess should in the end of their fairytale.

The two blonde children talked and laughed well into the sunset hour, swings left behind as they played in the garden, the rest of the day theirs to enjoy. Even if there never was another time for them, it was fun to imagine what could be, to share these thoughts, and to spend as much time together now to last them a lifetime. It might be all they had, but it was certainly worth it.