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The Bringer
Chapter 1: Memories
How long have I been away from him? A week. A month. I find time doesn't matter to me anymore. All I can think about is him. What will he think? How will he act? Towards me? Towards it?
My hand rest on my stomach. It isn't any different than it was years ago. At least on the outside. My mind can't wrap around the idea of creating life. Last I checked I was male. Nothing seems to have changed since I allowed Link to take my innocence those few months ago.
I was fine one day and then throwing up the next. My craving for strange food, like salmon drizzled in chocolate then covered in assorted nuts between two pieces of honey bread, is what set Zelda off. She confirmed her theory with Impa, then confronted me.
I didn't speak for a week.
Link had yelled at me at one point. Said I was being a woman. I just sat and took it. Emotionless. Yet it only seemed to fuel his rage. He told me to man up. How could I tell him that was impossible. I would never be a man again and it hurt to think of myself that way.
I was a freak.
I blew up at him when he started to rant about me only using him for sex. I had only submit myself once to the man. He had no right. I was the first to swing a punch. It connected with his chin. His anger unbottled and I was the only thing within reach. He had grabbed me then and slammed me against the wall, pushing all the air from my lungs.
I had collapsed back on the stone as his fist hit beside me. I cried for him to just stop. To let me go. But it had only earned me a slap. My face stung and the bruising had just recently gone down. I had sank to the floor and Link towered over me.
The realization that he could hurt me, hurt what I held inside me, is what pushed me to tap into my link with Zelda. Within seconds she had appeared, probably by warping. Link turned on her, but my best friend would have none of it. Impa came forth when Zelda called upon her and restained Link.
He spouted curses at me. Telling me I was nothing. A selfish man that he had given everything for. To him I was now considered worthless. And the idea of what I had become would only drive his anger. So I didn't tell him of it.
Of course that was probably the reason I left. If Link couldn't deal with me than I suppose I wasn't needed.
I had already left the castle and was halfway to the desert, my first home, when a messager hawk found me. Zelda had found out that Link had been drunk that night. She wouldn't force me to see him, but she wished dearly that I would come home.
I couldn't.
That night had left a deep, aching hole in my heart. Every time I think of Link, that dreadful argument is all I can remember. Not the tender way he undressed me for the first and possibly last time. Not the joy in his voice when I first confessed. Only the coldness of his eyes and hatred in his heart.
"Where are you, brother?" Nabooru stood next to me on the balcony overlooking the vast desert. The sun had begun to set, bathing Din's sacred land in golden light.
"My thoughts."
"A terrible place, really." She tsked at me. "One can get lost."
"Maybe that would be best." My hands strayed from the railing to rest on my belly.
"You need to come out of this depression. It's not good for your health." Her fingers grazed mine in, what she must have thought was, a reassuring manner. But it only caused me to move away from her and the edge.
"All you care for is the thing inside me." I clenched my fists and scowled at the floor, willing it to break away and reveal my own demise. For I had not the courage to do the unthinkable.
"Silly boy. I wish for you to smile once again." I shook my head at her. It was all a ploy to save what I wished never was.
"If you care so much, then take it. I know you have want of one." I knew I had struck a nerve. Nabooru had been dubbed barren. She could not be a woman. Just like I could never be a man.
The smack had been quick. Hitting me right where Link had. I simply took it. Had practically asked to be hit.
Tears fell from Nabooru's eyes, but I cared not. I wanted her to feel terrible, just like me. "If you continue to push me away, I won't be there when you need me most." Despite her anger, I was hugged. "You aren't alone in this Sheik. I will always be here. If you have need of me."
I kept from saying that she was contradicting herself. Instead I clung to her. Sobbing.
"Shh. It's ok. We love you. The Gerudo are a faithful bunch." It was like letting the flood gates open. I drenched her breast, because dang the woman for being taller than me, and she cried into my hair. But, by the goddesses, it felt good. So good in fact that I shared my troubles with her.
"Nabooru, I'm scared." Her arms tightened around me as I shook. "Every day it grows and I get closer to losing my sanity. I have been at many of the procedures."
Nabooru cut in, trying to sooth me. "It's okay to be afraid. What you bare is a miracle brought about by the heavens."
"It will hurt." I buried my face as far into Nabooru's chest as I could, seeking comfort. I repeat one phrase over and over as she rubbed my back. "I'm scared."
"I know." Her hands moved, one to my hair and the other to my belly. "But it is nothing to be scared of, dear. You are strong." The woman that had been the pillar in my life for as long as I can remember touched her forehead to mine. It was a way she had always calmed me.
We stayed like that until the last light left the sky and the bright moon was high in the night.
"You are blessed, brother." Nabooru moved away, but not before poking my nose gently. "Remember that."
I slept blissfully without a single nightmare that night.
*Cringes* I... uh... Mpreg anyone. *Smiles nervously* I wanted to try my hand at it okay! Don't give me that look! Meanies. D:
I would ask for reviews at this point, but eh... Good job reading all of this. xD Review if you want. Don't if you didn't like it. I would rather not have people telling me that what I wrote makes no sense.
Duh.
It's freakin' mpreg. Nature never intended that, but who cares! Unicorns! People still write about those! I do what I want.
P.s. I have over seven thousands words on this... It will get published regardless.
Love and baby laughs,
~Annoying :)
