A/N: Hi guys. Well, to those of you that actually read my stuff, I apologize. I'll try to repost more. I reread this story, and thought it was kinda disgusting. So, being CDO (OCD) I edited the crap out of it and it's much, much better. Trust me. Makes more sense and all. And when you're done, you must review. Or else. Seriously, I'll sic Wolf Link on you. And he's pissy. Anyways, no more death threats. Also I need thought for chapter three, I'm stuck on it. So ideas are very much welcome. So are reviews.

Oooh! I also thought of a game for this fic! This counts for all chapters. The game is... I have lots of Zelda references from various games, and the game is when you see catch one, tell me that reference and what game it's from (via PM message I suppose), preferably from experience or memory. If it's something that's in many games, just say one, I guess. If you do, I'll do... something! Probably draw you a Zelda picture. I'm not too great, so bear with me. Just tell me what you want from Zelda, and I'll try my best. I'll call it the "Reference Game" and tell you how many there are.

So... For the "Reference Game" there are four (4) references! If there's any you think I missed, then add them! Good luck to you all!

Whoa, super long AN... So, without further adieu... on with the show! Love you all! 3

"Opposites Attract"

Chapter One – "Confrontation"

*PoV: Link*

"Where is he again, Ezlo?" I panted, running southbound from Hyrule Castle Town Market. My Mage-turned-accessory Ezlo had seen a premonition that the Evil Wind Mage Vaati would wreak havoc here somewhere. And I was eager to finally come face to face with the villain. I sprinted through the meadow as fast as my short legs would allow, Smith's Sword clutched in my left hand, my right holding down Ezlo to the top of my blond head.

"Through this clearing, m'boy," Ezlo responded. I mentally noted the sun's position, and realized it was about two in the afternoon.

"Slow down, Squirt. I sense him just behind those trees ahead of you," my cap of a sorcerer informed. I slowed down to a gentle trot, careful so as not to alert the monster to my presence too soon. My expression immediately shifted to its stony battle glare, as I shut off all emotions.

Although it was needless to say, Ezlo whispered, "That's him. Vaati."

This Wind Mage was facing away from me. I guessed he could've been about my height, without Ezlo. His frame was hidden from my view by an ankle-length, blue-purple cloak. A cap of the same color draped over his hair, which was lavender in color, and easily waist-length.

As if sensing my presence – which he probably could – he lifted his head and turned around to face me. He was a rather skinny thing. And pale, almost white-skinned. In the bright afternoon sun, it almost seemed to have a purple tint to it. His lavender hair covered the right half of his pallid face. His visible eye was a brilliant red, and there was a black scar below it. The cap on his head bore a round ruby in the center. Under his dark cloak, he was clothed in a thigh-length purple tunic, over red shorts. Holding his tunic down was a golden belt. His feet were strapped in red sandals.

He connected his eyes with mine, and his piercing expression sent shivers down my spine.

"Ooh, what have we here? A little golden-haired mouse? And unless I am mistaken is that…? My old Master? Why hello, my dear old Ezlo." Although his voice was very high, it chilled my bones, but not quite from fear. "I do say, though, I never imagined you would take an interest in shape shifting," he mocked. I did not know much about Ezlo's and Vaati's past, but I did know that the Wind Mage had cursed Ezlo into this form.

"Unfortunately, we meet again, my former apprentice," Ezlo spat. His voice was set in a cold tone that wasn't familiar with. "And I daresay that I do not wish to remain in this form for much longer," he added.

Vaati grinned, and his words were dripping with malice. "Now, now, Ezlo, won't you introduce me to your new pet? He's a small thing, isn't he?"

I growled. I knew he was just trying to get to me with the insult, and it was indeed working. "I am Link. I have been chosen to end your destruction," I snarled through clenched teeth.

"Oh," he chuckled rudely. He lifted up the corners of his cloak with the tips of his fingers, and curtsied, like a maiden. "As you may already be aware, I am the Wind Mage Vaati. I will obtain the Light Force and conquer this land of Hyrule." He then held out his hand, as if we were acquaintances at the Milk Bar. I would not fall for whatever he had up his sleeve. I remained resolute, and I did not offer my hand in return. This seemed to anger him, and he swiftly clutched my right forearm, and lunged me forward. The force sent Ezlo falling to the ground behind me. With his free hand, he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled back, so our faces were nearly touching and I could not break free. I felt his chillingly hot breath on my face.

In a coarse whisper he sneered, "You listen to me, mouse. You may have a pretty face, but that sharp tongue of yours will not be tolerated. If you value your life, as well as those of this land, you will do well to never cross my path again. However, if you decide to play the hero, you can be sure that I will end you."

He unclasped his claw-like grip from my arm and scalp and threw me backward. I regained my balance and held my sword with both hands. I shifted my weight to my back foot, ready to jump. Vaati smirked at me, grabbing the ends of his cloak again. Blue smoke emitted from the ground beneath him. I knew from experience that he was teleporting, and I was hardly going to let him get away that easily. I charged forward, sword ready to strike. The blue smoke enveloped the Wind Mage. He spun in a sharp circle, vanishing in the cloud of foul smelling smoke before I could reach him.

"Moblins… He's gone," I grumbled. I almost had him, too. I turned around to see Ezlo struggling to sit upright, being that he had no limbs. I jogged over to him and put him safely atop my head.

"Thank you for that, m'boy. You held your own very well against Vaati. He may only be a boy, but I trained him myself. He's very smart, powerful, and ambitious. I don't doubt your abilities, Link, you are exceptionally strong, but when the time comes, you might have your work cut out for you." Ezlo warned. "But with the proper training you will succeed," he assured.

"Thank you," I murmured. "I can guess that he will be a worthy opponent. Wait, a boy? He's just a kid?" I suddenly wondered.

"Yes, in fact, he's probably no older than you, Squirt. He was a very advanced apprentice. He was at least twice as experienced as the others his age." He explained. I gulped. That's awfully comforting, I thought. "I would say the same for you as well," Ezlo added, sensing my uneasiness.

I nodded as a response. It was crazy to me that he was my age, which would be thirteen. How could someone so young be so evil? I wondered.

"But I wouldn't think about that right now, Squirt," Ezlo said, ruffling his bird-like head. "We should be on our way to Mt. Crenel to look for the Fire Element."

On the way to the mountain, I was silent. My mind was still stuck on Vaati. It intrigues me, how did he become like this? Well… it's not like I could ask him. But it's just such a wonder… Most thirteen-year-olds worry about boyfriends and girlfriends and school. I mentally paused. Well, in all fairness, I'm not "most thirteen-year-olds" either. I wonder what he's like under that evil exterior… I pushed that thought from my mind as I reminded myself that he was a merciless monster now. I wouldn't be able to defeat him if I thought of him as a person. Even if I wanted to know, I'll never be able to. He wants to kill me, and I have to stop him from destroying Hyrule. So either way. I sighed. I'm just not used to this "hero" stuff yet. I couldn't quite completely push Vaati from my mind all the way up the mountain.

As Ezlo and I made to the peak of Mt. Crenel, however, I was more concerned about making it through the Din-forsaken Cave of Flames than about the lavender-clad Wind Mage.

*Later That Day*

Well into the night, and after a lot of dungeon-ing, I decided to get some shut-eye outside the Boss' lair. I have to be prepared for the big fight, after all. As I slept, I had the oddest dream…

I was in a large hall. The floors were dark hardwood, the walls white marble, violently contrasting in my vision. There were no windows or doors, but there were large golden lanterns hanging harmlessly from the walls that gave the hall an almost eerie glow.

Vaati stood opposite me, grinning maliciously. His hands were facing upward, violet orbs of magic emanating from them. "This is it, mouse. It's just you and I now. And we both know who will emerge the victor. That renowned blade of yours will prove useless," He hissed.

Renowned blade? I wondered, dumbfounded. I glanced down at my sword and my eyes widened. This was not Smith's Sword. It was a silver double-edged blade, which seemed to be glowing with the very Light Force itself. Its golden hilt was encrusted with emeralds and rubies that shined in the lantern light.

"The Four Sword," I found myself whispering, even though I had never seen this blade before.

"Enough stalling, 'Hero,'" he spat my title like it was poison. "Let us get your demise over with, shall we?" the Wind Mage drawled. The orbs in his hands glowed ever brighter, as if eager to leave the safety of their creator's palms. I clutched the Four Sword in both hands and sprinted toward the evil Mage. A blinding white light consumed my eyesight, and then vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

I was panting from overexertion. Lying pitifully on the floor before me was Vaati. He gasped for air, clutching his blood-stained chest. A large, sickening gash was clearly visible, spilling pools of red liquid onto the dark floors. I raised my sword to look at it. The same red substance stained the shining blade, turning my reflection in the silver a horrid crimson.

My eyes widened in terror. What have I done? I frantically thought. Shock coursed through my body as the Four Sword dropped to the wooden floors with a loud clang. I fell to my knees, staining my stockings, but caring about that was the furthest thing from my mind. I leaned in closer to the mortally wounded Wind Mage, carefully placing his head in my lap and clutching his hand with my own.

"Li-Link…" He coughed, spraying my face with blood. "I-it wasn't me… It was never… me…" He whispered, struggling to keep his ruby eyes open. His breaths were short and horribly raspy. I was internally panicking.

"Shh…" I fought to hold the tears back. "Save your strength, little one," was all my vocal chords would allow me to say steadily.

"I-I'm sorry… I never meant to…" Vaati trailed off, his grip on my hand slowly lessening.

I lowered my head, our foreheads touching. His skin was cool. "Neither did I… I did not want this to happen… You're just a child… like me… This is not fair…" Tears sluggishly made their way down my face; I could no longer hold them back. It was not fair that this boy's short life was being stolen from him. Because of me. I squeezed my eyes shut, as if that would shut out the pain.

"Link…" Vaati whispered. I opened my eyes and looked into his. They were so red, like pure lava. These magnificent ruby eyes once held so much passion, so much ambition, but all I could see in them now was anguish. They were dull, as if the burning fire in his eyes, in his heart, had been extinguished.

"Y-your eyes… are beautiful," he told me. "Blue is such a… calming color… There shouldn't be so much… suffering in them…" His grip loosened more, and his eyelids fell, revealing only a sliver of ruby.

"Vaati… I…" I began.

"I know…" Vaati said, smiling slightly. It was such a tired little smile.

"I'm sorry…" I breathed out. His eyelids fluttered closed. Tears fell freely from my eyes, the panic in my heart rising. "No! I didn't even get to…" I trailed off. I grit my teeth in pain. With my free hand I brushed his lavender hair out of his pale face, and rested my hand on his cheek. I leaned forward once more, and looked into his face. The scar under his eye. His pointed ears. His unblemished skin. His lips, full and pink.

"I… I'm truly sorry, Vaati." I leaned closer and gently pressed my lips to his.

After an eternity, his hand slipped from mine.

I held the Wind Mage against my body and sobbed, unable to restrain my sorrow anymore.

Suddenly, a piercing agony shot through my heart and I couldn't breathe. I looked down; the hilt of the Four Sword was sticking out of my chest. And holding onto it was a pale hand. Vaati was clutching the sword, pure malice etched on his face. He pulled the blade out and I fell backward onto the floor.

"Gah!" I jerked awake. The dual pain in my chest still remained. I looked up and saw Ezlo, prodding me with his beak sharply. Well, I thought, that explains the sword.

"What's wrong, Ezlo? Is there a monster nearby?" I reached for a weapon. The last time he woke me up in a dungeon we found ourselves surrounded by three Moblins and a Darknut. It still traumatized me.

"No, m'boy," Ezlo shook his bird-like head. "You were sobbing in your sleep. I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"What? Sobbing?" I wiped my eyes, and sure enough, they were wet.

"Bad dream, Squirt?" Ezlo asked, concern in his eyes and voice.

"Kind of. I… I killed Vaati. I watched him die… It was… so real." I said slowly, images flashing through my memory, threatening more tears to escape. I bit them back.

Ezlo thought for a moment. "Don't worry about it, Squirt. It was only a dream. You haven't slept in days, and the heat of the mountain is messing with your mind. Just go back to sleep, and everything will be alright," he attempted to reassure me.

I lay back down and closed my eyes. Ezlo was right. I needed to stop worrying and get some sleep. Being on this heroic adventure had seriously cut back on my amount of sleep, and it was starting to catch up with me. Wiping the last of my tears from my face, I got comfortable, and eventually submitted myself to the land of dreams.

A/N: Well, do you all like it? I do. I think it's much better. Not as jump-around-y. I'll go on to fixing chapter two as soon as possible, because I'm writing a crossover too. For those interested it's called "Harry Potter and the Legend of Zelda" (so you can guess what it's about). Please review and comment and give suggestions. Anything, even if it's totally trolling, is greatly appreciated. Please review! And no flames please, it burns Link's favorite tunic and Vaati's luscious hair. And we don't want that, do we? Thank you all so much, I love you all. 3