My first ever fanfiction oh my goodness! I'm so excited and nervous! Please be gentle and don't make me want to die of shame xD I think I cracked my jaw chewing on a mint ;-;
Also this was a little more AU than originally planned so be nice XD
Rated M for language, violence, adult situations ( *pelvic thrusts*) and dark content!
I do not own Legend of Zelda, for if I did...ooooh the things I would do ;D
Laughter.
There is really nothing like it. That distinct sound of joy often accompanied by the whir of toys, soft whistle of the wind, or the calls of animals. However at this moment in time, the shrieks of delight were caused by only two sources.
At the base of the grand statue of Hylia, a couple of children argued playfully. One bashfully tried to yank something from the grasp of the other who was keeping it from her reach, grinning. It was easy for him because of the height he had on the younger girl. He would hang it tauntingly in front of the girl's face, but when she tried to grab it, he would jerk away to her distress.
"Link! Give it back! Oh, Don't look at it!" she cried while stretching out her arms to frantically pull her belonging from the older boy.
"What is this even supposed to BE?" He cheekily taunted as he dodged her feeble attempts while studying the drawing pad.
He turned it upside down, and then sideways with a feigned look of contemplation plastered over his handsome features. With a mischievous gleam in his sapphire orbs, he glanced at the flustered girl over to his left. She had stopped with her futile efforts and reduced to huffing and glaring. Her little hands were clutching at the fabric of her dress and her disheveled hair was sticking out in random directions. He fought the sudden urge to smooth it down. The pink blush tied the whole look together and he had to pause to admire the picture before him.
He smirked and tossed the black notepad back to his friend. Zelda stumbled, but managed to awkwardly catch it with one hand. She shoved it under her arm and stormed off, with a generous amount of rude faces made. Link laughed and jogged up to his fuming companion.
"Zelda, it was good! I promise, it was perfect. You will get an A in art class for sure." He added a charming smile for good measure.
"Oh, why don't you just go away? I should never have showed you. You have always been one for kind and sincere words, Link. You were just the person to go to for a caring opinion! How could you NOT know who this was?!" She half pointed half smacked her drawing and expected an immediate answer.
Link, unsure of what to say, merely cupped his chin with his hand and chewed on his thumb. He honestly had no idea what it was. It looked to have been sketched by someone who hadn't slept in ten days and been jacked up on those bizarre purple and white potions found at the market. How could someone so beautiful create something so utterly horrible? At loss for an answer, he just said what he could:
"It...is...Pipit caught in a windstorm while on a mission to deliver some pumpkin soup!" He proudly finished.
He grinned impishly at the furious Zelda who answered by pelting him with crunched up pieces of paper. He cried out as one hit him right in the eye. Accepting this challenge, he started picking up the forsaken amo and fired it back at her with a laugh. Zelda couldn't help but giggle herself and in the heat of open warfare, the insulted picture was long forgotten.
Her pink lips curled into a wide smile as the sunlight shimmered in her golden hair. It caused her creamy skin to glow and create a rosy flush to her cheeks. The cherry blossom-pink gown swirled at her feet as she tiptoed around the lush grass and flowers, searching for more things to aid her against her childhood friend.
"Was it not Pipit? 'Cause it sure as heck looked like him!" Link called out as he flung a yellow-tinged ball of paper towards her general direction.
He growled as it didn't even come within four feet of her, and ducked down before he could be hit again in the face.
"Well, it wasn't supposed to be, but hey! I had to do a significant figure in Skyloft history, so why not? He won last year's Wing Ceremony! It was actually-Ack!-Link! Watch where you fling those! "
"All's fair in love and war, Zelda!", Link roared in a furious battle cry and he hurled another ball of fury.
It was easily caught in the hand of a tall figure that approached the two people. He had paused at the base of the steps to catch the piece of flying parchment before continuing his ascent up to the platform where the fight was occurring. With a flick of his wrist, the paper was sent whirling back to Link, and hit him square in the mouth.
"I'm surprised at your horrible aim, Link. I thought I had trained you better than that!".
"Pipit!" Both teenagers exclaimed at once.
Zelda hurriedly scooped up several sheets of paper and crammed them into her notepad. Pipit chuckled softly as he handed her another piece of scribbled parchment and she quickly grabbed it. Pipit carefully took in Zelda's bashful appearance and gently smiled. She refused to meet his eyes and was looking anywhere but him. After all, he was the most respected student in Skyloft and she was supposed to be practicing her ceremonial speech for the festival two days from now. Pipit had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing in her face as he realized the reason of her obvious distress. She thought he was going to tell her father...
"So, how is the speech going, Zelda?" He picked a flower from her hair with grace. "It appears that you are having a...distraction."
He tossed his head over to Link, who hurriedly approached the two. Link sent a slightly embittered look at Pipit, obviously disappointed to have his moment with Zelda cut off so abruptly. Pipit grinned at Link, well aware of the quiet boy's affections towards the blonde girl, as was every other civilian of Skyloft. Most just quietly gossiped about it, while others were bold enough to make passing remarks, all in good nature of course. However, Pipit felt as though he was allowed to be a little more daring in his taunts to Link's expense. He was Link's best friend, after all.
"I-...I ran into Link on my way back to…..Well, I thought maybe I could- take a break from rehearsing my speech-...and well..I-" Zelda frantically sought to find the words that would convince Pipit to keep quiet.
Pipit cocked his head at the struggling girl, positioning his hands on his hips. He could see why Link was so enamored with her. She was certainly quite charming, her looks made her the most beautiful creature in their tiny town, and her grace made her the envy of almost every female. Often, he pondered why he didn't harbor feelings for Zelda the same as Link did. Maybe it was the intimidation of her father, the Headmaster of the School. Maybe it was the fact Link cared for her so.
As Pipit stood before her, he finalized a frittering thought that has crossed his mind several times before. There was something unnerving about that blonde child. Now, not unnerving as though he feared Zelda's holy status or was afraid even of the girl herself.
It was the ominous atmosphere that surrounded her. It hinted to something dark that lurked in the shadows, watching, foreshadowing the future. He could sense it when she played her harp or danced at flower festivals. She was like a beacon of light in a crumbling, devastated world. Maybe he was over exaggerating, but Zelda was not meant to mingle with ordinary folk, he was sure of that…
"...-So please, don't tell my father! I only wanted to show Link my drawing!" Pipit was jerked back into reality to a flushed Zelda up in his face. Pipit's blue eyes widened for brief second, before returning to their old familiar glint. What was he thinking, that Zelda was unsafe? Shifting his weight to the other leg, he reached out, taking Zelda's chin in his large hand.
"Listen here, you little squirt, I'm not gonna say a word to your daddy. What do you think I am?"
After placing a chaste kiss on her cheek, he winked at Link for good measure, before sauntering off, leaving the Zelda and Link alone again.
Link squinted his eyes in Pipit's direction, before turning his attention to the lovely girl before him, but Zelda was already yards away, running back to her quarters. Tilting her head back over her shoulder, she smiled sweetly and waved a small hand in the air, her golden hair glinting in the sunlight.
Link hesitantly raised a hand back at her. He almost went after her, before stopping himself. He sighed, leaning against the Goddess Statue.
I'll tell her today….Today, for sure!
Zelda swung open her wardrobe doors, her cerulean eyes sorted through her various dresses for something appropriate to wear for today's celebration. Scanning each one thoroughly, she picked out a mint green one and held it up to her delicate frame, scrutinizing herself in the mirror. Her still damp hair clung to her face, her skin tinged pink from her hot bath. She tossed the dress on the bed, displeased. When half of her garments were strewn across the room, she finally decided on a dress of white and pink.
Slipping the silken sheath on, she hastily buttoned the back, before donning her shoes. She glanced at the clock, and then relaxed when she saw that she had a few minutes to spare. Zelda perched at her vanity, squeezing the excess water from her long yellow strands. Almost dry….The girl reached for a small wooden box that sat on her vanity desk. Her long fingers twisted the top off before she swirled her pinky in the creamy pink substance. She hardly ever wore makeup, but today she wanted to look extra special for him. Link…
Her cheeks flushed so brightly, she didn't even need the rouge. She bit her lip, fighting a small smile at the thought of him. Link and her were childhood friends, they always spend a large portion of time together. Some people teased them, commenting about how they were like siblings. Or maybe something else.... She shook her head, her blonde hair whipping around. No, she couldn't think of Link that way! Besides, there was no way he would like someone so plain and uninteresting.
Link was adventurous, excelling in sword fighting and tracking. She could maybe make a potion every fortnight that wouldn't explode. He was popular and well-liked, every girl fawned over him. Link was so easy around people..so charming and gentle. She always felt self-conscious...Most of the time, other students didn't want to interact with her. Their conversations quieted down whenever she entered a room and some made excuses to leave. Link never did. He would eagerly greet her and attempt to include her in the now one-sided conversation. Maybe she just wasn't meant for social things…..which is why she dreaded what was coming.
Every year at the Loftwing Festival, she was required to play the role of the Goddess. She hated it. She truly enjoyed playing her harp and taking on the role of someone so highly honored. No, that wasn't it. It was being in front of the entire population of Skyloft. It made her almost sick…
Bang! Bang!
Zelda was jolted out of her stupor by the abrupt knocking of her father, telling her that it was time to go. Smoothing her hair down, she pinched and pulled at her little chubby cheeks, forcing them into a smile.
Deep breaths...Time to shine.
Link looked over the horizon of people. She should be here by now...He absently cracked his knuckles. Pipit gave his friend a short jab to the shoulder, impatiently wanting his attention back.
"Ow! Hey, what was that?" Link hissed at his friend, rubbing the tender spot.
"Look, she will be here. Relax, mate." Pipit crossed his arms over his chest, in mild annoyance. "So…," he grinned wolfishly, "are you gonna tell her?"
"Excuse me? Tell her what?" Link forced causality as he reached to play with his belt.
"You knooooow! Come on, man, you've liked her for what, three years? Tell her!" Pipit straightened his hat. "Worse case scenario, she shoots you down."
Link winced at those harsh words. Would she really shoot me down? Pipit noticed how uncomfortable his words had made Link. He gave Link a brotherly shoulder nudge, trying to put some salve on the emotional wounds he had inflicted. He was about to say something when the music began…..The most ethereal sound he had ever heard.
All attention turned to the Goddess Statue. The pure sunlight shown on this lone figure, standing in her glory. Her dress swirled about her feet as she swayed seemingly with the wind. Her pale skin and hair was illuminated by the sun, as her hands danced across the wires on her instrument. Every stroke released a beautiful chord into the air, blending to create one perfect harmony. For a second, everyone in the audience believed they were standing before the very Goddess herself.
Once the song finished, Zelda opened her eyes, content with her performance. She smiled brightly, and turned to face the crowd. Her smile slipped off her face, as she saw the expressions of countless people surrounding her. Her hands grew clammy and her mouth became dry as they stared. She could feel sweat creeping up in her back. She was felt as though she was about to melt right into the ground…S-someone...help me...
Link saw his friend's growing distress, and quickly came to her aid. Stepping away from the crowd, he went to Zelda's side, taking her slender hand in his, entwining their fingers together. He looked down at her with smiling eyes. She looked sheepishly up at him, thankful. He cheered loudly and the audience followed in suit, applauded the girl and her wonderful skills. Zelda tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and wiped her moist hands on her dress. She just wanted out of there as soon as possible.
As the crowd began to disperse, Link turned to look at Zelda, who was gazing at their still-combined hands. He tightened his grasp ever so slightly. He took a deep breath, and opened his mouth to say three little words….
"Yo, Link! Get your ass over here man, the competition is starting!" Pipit yelled over the clamor.
Link paused, jaw clenching as he tilted his head to the obnoxious brown-headed twit. Link glanced at Zelda and then back to Pipit, hoping that his friend would catch the drift. Pipit's grin morphed into a pained expression before awkwardly backing away, turning his attention to the green-haired girl to his left, apology spilling out of his demeanor, only understood by Link.
"He's right, Link! Come on, let's go! You have to win this!" Zelda tugged at his sleeve, leading him to the flying dock.
Link stumbled behind her, feeling his confidence deflate, as he resigned to saving the confession for another time. He tried to smile back at the beaming girl, but it came out more as a grimace. Zelda noticed this and gently brushed some hair back from his face.
"You can do this." She whispered sweetly. With that, Zelda retreated to her post where she was to bid the new knights good luck.
Pipit walked over to a sulking Link and slapped him hard on the back.
"Uhm….my bad." Pipit's awkward apology send Link flying over the edge.
"You asshole! I was almost…..Gah-!" Link repeatedly punched Pipit in the arm.
"Whoa, hey! Chill out, man; you will get another chance! Once you win the competition- Oh wait! You won't!" Pipit laughed, hopefully trying to get his friend's mind off women.
Link blinked for a moment, and then laughed, biting the bait. Both boys raced up the edge of the dock, the sky winds flowing in their hair, as they leaned forward, eager to show the other who was boss. Silent taunts were being shared between the two, the confession of feelings momentarily forgotten.
Once Zelda commenced the competition, Link hurled himself off the edge into the sky. He was not prepared for the experience. At first, the breath was knocked out of him, and the wind whipped at his eyes, making them water. He could swear his stomach was coming out of his mouth, and his instinct was to curl himself into a tiny ball, maybe that would absorb the fall.
"Link! Whistle, call your bird, man! I am not saving your ass!" Pipit's voice was barely audible, but it snapped Link out of his temporary shock.
He whistled. Nothing. He whistled again. Nothing. Oh Goddess, I'm going to be splattered! Link continued to whistle, as the clouds rushed to greet him. NOOOOOOOO-!
He was jerked hard by his back, whip-lashing Link's neck. Link twisted around to see this huge flaming bird carrying him, a claw clutching at his shirt. Link half-gasped, half-grinned, swinging his leg around to properly mount the loftwing. About time, you bloody thing, he thought goodheartedly.
He soared through the air, hearing the gasps from the crowd below. He dove through every hoop, scored every goal at lightning speed. He laughed out loud, throwing his hands in the air, basking in the warm sunlight. He had won the competition.
Pipit flew up beside him, long enough to say a hateful remark that was lost to the wind, before diving down, landing on Skyloft soil.
Link, however, was not ready to give up this splendid feeling of bliss quite yet. He made laps around the isle, soared to little chunks of land surrounding his home that he had never traveled to. Oh, how he loved it.
"I knew you would do it!" Zelda approached her friend on her own loftwing, gleefully giggling, hardly able to contain her excitement. He smiled at her, pausing to admire her beauty. She truly was perfect.
"Uhm…..Zelda….We have been friends for so long, you know….and I think I have fe-"
"What? Link, I can't hear you!" Zelda's voice strained to call out to him.
"I think I have feelings for you." Link mentally slapped himself as he heard his voice crack.
"I'm sorry I can't-"
"I LIKE YOU!" Link shouted at the poor blonde girl.
Link instantly felt like a moron.
Zelda's blue eyes stared at him, as her mouth gaped open. Link felt like chopping off his own head and giving it to Groose to play kickball with. That wasn't supposed to be like that! Link buried his face in his collar, looking anywhere but her.
At first, he thought he imagined it. Then, it grew louder. He turned to his right, to see a laughing Zelda. Her cheeks were flushed pink, as she leaned over her reins, unable to contain herself. The sound so pure, it sounded like the tinkling of bells. She reached up to wipe a tear from her eye
"E-excuse me?" No matter how endearing the sight was before him, he did not appreciate being laughed at.
"I'm sorry!" Zelda said, an occasional giggle bubbling through her words. "I just…..After all this time….What timing!" She smiled, her pink lips tilted upwards.
Link gave her a crooked smile and shrugged, a rosy blush tinging his own cheeks.
Zelda now looked over at Link fondly, laughter fading, leaving a sweet atmosphere. Her sapphire orbs shone brightly through her black lashes as they looked down, thinking of the best way to phrase her feelings. She leaned close to him, keeping her bird near his. She thoughtfully bit her bottom lip as her eyes glanced back up at him.
"Link….I like you-"
"WATCH OUT!"
Time seemed to freeze for a brief moment, capturing this moment.
Then, Hell shattered it.
A horrible screeching sound attacked Link's ears, causing his hands to fly up to his head, trying to block out the horrible noise. His loftwing desperately tried to escape the swirling destruction around them, as the winds grew stronger, whipping at Link's face, scratching it raw.
Link couldn't see, couldn't hear, could barely understand what was happening.
"LINK!"
ZELDA!
Zelda had been flung from her loftwing and was now plummeting towards the Surface, twisting violently in the air like an abused toy.
Link gripped at his reins, yanking the bird in Zelda's direction. Roaring winds shrieked in his ears and blocked his vision, but he kept going. He heard her screaming his name.
"REACH FOR ME!" He cried, as he thrust his arms towards hers.
She desperately stretched her hand out to his. Only their fingertips grazed.
Link's loftwing gave in to it's instincts and tore itself away from the storm with a shouting, hysterical Link on its' back.
Zelda was gone.
A lone figure sat slumped in his throne, legs swung lazily over the arm. A white-gloved hand propped up a chiseled jaw, while the other casually swirled a small crystal ball about in his palm. His white attire contrasted sharply with the darkness around him, blending into his skin and matching his neatly-styled hair. The only that that mirrored the atmosphere surrounding him was his eyes.
He had the blackest eyes.
So dark, you could barely differentiate between his pupil and iris. He liked it that way, it unnerved anyone who looked into them. No one could stand his gaze for long.
At the moment, he was idly watching the orb twist in his fingers with a vague disinterest. Watching the two Skyloft children awkwardly ramble and trip over their feelings had given him a slight migraine. Reaching up to rub his brow, he glanced at the sphere out of the corner of his eye, to notice the blonde girl tumbling from her hovering home down to the barren surface below. He had just enough time to see where she fell before the gem went cloudy. Somewhere in the Faron Woods…..
His grip tightened on the small object, before it shattered under the pressure. Crystal shards scattered the floor, but not one even marred the cool flesh of his hand.
He rose from his seated position, bits of crystal crunching under his feet. He snapped his fingers, his burgundy cape immediately wrapping around his tightly muscled shoulders. With a faint sigh, he snapped again, vanishing from the room, leaving only a trail of ascending geometric shapes.
She better not be bruised too bad.
*Stares at the paper* I realized I forgot a lot of the original story ;w; I started this fanfic over two years ago and finally finished it within two days. Also, I know this came across as a Zelink story and I can assure you, it's not! XD Things will pick up more next chapter...if…..it's good enough to continue w I also noticed that Link is extremely OOC and for that, I AM NOT SORRY! also I know there are grammar mistakes that I didn't catch! DX Ill get better I swear!
anyways! Please leave a review! :D Always welcome!
Keep on shroomin' =^..^= (not the drugs Dx )
