Nothing to Me
A/N: I just finished Romeo and Juliet (on my own time, thank you) and was…inspired, I suppose. ZantxMidnawtf.
And Link talks. Oh snap, right? Well he has heavily implied speech in the game, or so say I to defend myself.
Prologue
"Can I ask you something?"
"Depends on what it is," Midna said, a bit surprised by Link's sudden question. He'd been intent on the fire for ages. She'd been intent on her piece of kinda-nasty-weird Hylian bread. She was trying to ignore the urgency rising at the back of her mind; the feeling that Zelda was in so much danger and they didn't even have time to sleep.
Link put down the stick he'd been shifting the logs with. His hands were on his knees, his eyes squinted and his head tilted in a serious, thoughtful kind of way.
"Did you know him?"
"…know who?" Midna pulled off a crust and nervously stuffed it in her mouth.
"Zant."
She almost choked.
"And what…" Midna swallowed hard, "…makes you think that?"
"Well…" Link shrugged and picked up the stick again, "…I mean, you grew up in the same place—"
"—And you and Zelda didn't? You didn't know her," Midna pointed out as quickly as she could. Link continued as though he'd never been interrupted.
"…and he said something strange, back in the palace."
"Can we—" Midna began.
"—He said…well…it sounded like he was a servant once," Link said, "Did he...work for you?"
Midna crossed her arms.
"For about five hours," she said bitterly.
"What?"
She could hear the genuine confusion in Link's voice. Too bad. It was done. Zant was gone. She didn't want to think about any of it ever again.
"I don't—"
"—Look, Link!" Midna cut him off, "We killed him; it's over already! Who cares about the past?"
There was a pause.
"I think you do," Link's gaze was searching and so naively caring, and his words too truthful for Midna to stand. She grabbed his spare tunic, her customary bed, and lay down without another word.
But of course she couldn't sleep. Midna laid there, with her back stubbornly to the fire, until Link laid down and practically passed out. She could hear his light snores.
There was too much to think about. There was Zelda—Zelda she could feel still alive, but slowly fading and getting faster every second. There was Ganondorf, there was Hyrule, and of course, all her people. What was the point of lingering on what had already happened any longer? She didn't know how long she stared at the ground, fighting with her thoughts.
It was like Link had known she wouldn't be able to sleep. Before long, his snores stopped and she heard him moving about, though it was clearly still night.
"What are you doing?" Midna said.
"Keeping the fire going," his tone betrayed his big fat lie; he was hoping she'd changed her mind.
"Midna, I think it would help you if you could talk about it."
She sighed in frustration. Frustration at him, and frustration at her head, which was overflowing with memories. Link apparently knew the magic words that unplugged the stopper in her brain.
"All right, fine," she couldn't stand it any longer and sat up, "You want the story? Here's the story. I knew Zant once. But I don't anymore. He's gone. He's nothing. Nothing." She laid back down. She didn't feel any better.
"How did you know him?" Link asked calmly.
"What are you, some kind of therapist?" she snapped.
"You need one," he said just as gently. It was funny, almost. It was rare that Link took a jab at her.
"Why do you want to know so bad, anyways?" she grumbled.
"Because I'm your friend, and I care about you," he said. They were quiet as the fire popped and crackled.
Midna heaved a deep sigh.
"Well, if you really want to know…"
Link instantly straightened up and turned into an attentive audience. Midna took a breath and began.
"We do things a little differently in the Twilight Realm…"
A/N: I only sort of half know where this is going, so. Plus I'm taking cool things like AP classes this year. --;;