Gasp: I'm alive!!!! Yes, ladies n gents, I am still here. And somewhat alive. Actually, I'm perfectly fine, just fresh outta ideas. Wait...that's a lie, too: I have ideas. I'm just a) too lazy to write them down, b) unable to find a suitable plot, or c) too self-critical to get past the first paragraph. a b c school sports an attempt at a social life one wiped out Shadow. Whew.
Anyway, this is my latest attempt. I know the pairing isn't always looked at, so I'm not expecting much, but I DO was to see how this goes. If I feel that it isn't getting enough reviews or I'm wasting my time, I'll take it down. Also, don't expect me to post every week, every other week, or even every month. The only reason I can write now is because I have a break. School is my main priority when I'm working, so I can only write in my little spare time. Kay?
This is my latest attempt: a NabooruxGanondorf fic, my version of how they grew up. There are a bunch of these out already, but I've had this idea actually written down for a while. I just now pulled it up after it sat there for about...I dunno...since summer???
There are a lot of people that hate us. Some say we're just a bunch of thieves, a ragtag band of vagabonds that have no sense of mannerisms or dignity. They think we have no emotion, that we only thirst for blood and shiny things.
If only they knew.
Ganon ran out into the center of the fortress grounds, looking around wildly. She wasn't anywhere to be found…good. Koume wouldn't be happy when he showed up at his room again with a dirty robe. He picked at a rather large smudge. It was their fault for making him wear white, anyway. At least the stains would be harder to detect in his black pants.
Leaning against the large boulder, he sighed in the monstrous heat. "Why does the desert have to be so hot?" he complained out loud.
"'Cause it wouldn't be a desert if it weren't, dummy!"
He barely had enough time to look up as another Gerudo fell on top of him, sending him face first into the sand. She giggled, sitting on him like a bench. "Haha, thanks for breaking my fall! Oh, and you don't make a bad seat, either," she added as an afterthought.
Ganon scowled at her, spitting sand and dirt. "Well the ground isn't very comfy, so if you don't mind, get off!"
He gave the biggest shove he could, but he still couldn't move her. She laughed louder now. "You'll have to do better than that if you want to move me!"
Gripping the sand, he took a deep breath. The girl watched him, eyes bright with mischief.
Slowly, he pushed against the ground, coming to his knees and trying to straighten his back. The girl clapped her hands. "There we go…a little farther…that's it…aah!"
She gave a little squeak as she fell off, landing in the sand next to him. He brushed himself, trying to look as dignified as a Prince who'd had a commoner land on him could. The girl, on the other hand, didn't look upset at all. She laughed again. "Finally! Geez, you sure are slow."
Ganon glared at her. "Who do you think you are? Don't you know who I am?"
She grinned. "Who do I think I am? Last time I checked, it's common courtesy to give your own name before demanding someone else's, and yes, I know who you are."
He was shocked by her blunt attitude. "Then…then…there's no need for you to wait for me to tell you my name, since you already know it!"
She picked a small tuft of grass growing in the shade of the boulder, sticking a blade of it in her mouth. "True, true…" she said, seeming thoughtful.
There was a silence between them. Ganon glared at her for a few more minutes, finally looking away towards the gate that led to the Spirit Temple. As usual, two Generals stood there in their white uniforms, guarding the sacred path.
He jumped as he turned right into the girl, finding her peering over his shoulder. "Whatcha lookin' at?"
She didn't seemed perturbed by how close they were, simply staring at the gates. Ganon slid off to the side, looking over again. "Those gates…they say the desert out there is far hotter, far more dangerous than the area we're in."
"Oh really?" The girl looked at him, interest piqued.
Ganon nodded. "Kotake and Koume say that the Spirit Temple is one of the seven temples that supposedly house the Seven Sages, but it's so heavily guarded by monsters. That, and there are huge sand pits that you could sink in."
The girl snorted a little. "Hah! Sand pits, monsters…who cares about them?"
She stood up. "One day, I'll go to that Temple by myself!"
Ganon didn't take his eyes from the gates. "Go ahead and try, but the monsters'll eat you, just 'cause you're so annoying."
"Oh, like you'd get any farther than me!"
He glared at her. "Of course I'd get farther; I'm the Prince of Gerudos! In just a few years, I'll be King!"
"Uh huh, and you'll still need help. Everyone needs help every once in a while, even a King."
Knowing the argument had already been lost, he looked at the gates again. The girl went quiet, a quiet triumph about her: she knew she'd won.
He closed his eyes, grateful as a soft breeze swept by, then glanced sideways at the girl. Her red-orange eyes were bright, and even in thought, had a sense of waywardness and fun. Because she was young, probably nine, his age, she had no duties as a soldier, and with that, no uniform. She wore a white tank top and pants, a violet sash around her waist. Now, as the wind blew, it toyed with her sash and her fiery red hair, which had been let down.
"You know staring isn't very polite."
Ganon gave a start, and she turned to grin at him. "For a Prince, you don't know much about manners."
He scowled, choosing to ignore her. She crossed her arms, looking at the gates again. "One day I'll cross that desert. Nabooru Spirit'll be the first woman to see the Spirit Temple. Just you watch."
To his own surprise, he admired her courage. All his life, he'd been under the impression that he was the only one with the strength to make a difference. Kotake and Koume told him that his ancestors, the former Gerudo Kings, had been the only ones to leave a mark on their history. A female, as many as there were at the fortress, had never before been recognized for anything more than a successful raid.
He looked at the gates, trying to look past them, trying to imagine what it would be like out there. "Don't worry…I will."
And, uhm...yeah. That's it for now.
Moonlight Shadow