Ello, all! Welcome to "Hello, Goodbye" a post-TP fanfiction.
Reasons why I think you should try it out:
1. It's dramatic and involves a love triangle!
2. It has LxM AND LxZ.
3. It has strange vampire-man-eating-terror loving-minions!

4. There's jellybeans, too. :D

Sorry for having to list those, just thought we'd get the facts straight. Moving on, this is CO-WRITTEN. I write chapters from Midna's POV, and Twilight Commando writes the ones from Link's. We switch off writing every chapter and I split my chapters between Midna AND Zelda's POV…

Here it is, Midna's POV!
-Later in the chapter, I'll do Zelda's POV-

P.S. Thanks to The Twilight Princess Kitty for this idea!

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I was in a strange mood today. My hands gripped the railing in a hard, clumsy fashion. My slender, long fingers ached with the pressure they transferred into the curved iron. My mind raced as I remembered that this wasn't the same. It wasn't the texture I had hoped for.

What I wanted to feel in my grasp was soft but sturdy, rough but warm. It was gray, not black, and straightly curved, not angular. Its very name sent tremors of sorrow and anguish through me, knowing that it was my fault I would never feel his texture again.

Link in his Wolf Form.

My body finally released the magical pressure that had been building up inside of me, slicing the railing cleanly. I grit my teeth, anguish washing through me. I had lied…to save…him. I had lied by saying I'd see him later…

I won't.

"Your highness, the Director of the TSIU would like to speak with you," A guard spoke from the glass doorway at least twenty yards behind me. I hated it when they interrupted me on my balcony—it was my time to think…usually in peace.

My anguish turned melted into exasperation. "I'm not dressed, nor am I in the mood to speak to him, thanks."

"That's fine. There is a formal dinner tonight, he'll be there, I hope that is alright." The guard left a whoosh of air as he left. I sighed, knowing I'd have to bathe, then dig through my stupid closet that was full of skimpy clothes. I'd have to dance with oddly dressed, perverted men just for the show of it. Being polite was what the Palace Director called it. I politely referred to it as bull-shit.

After about twenty more minutes of relaxing on the balcony, left alone to my empty, hollow thoughts, I walked inside into my bedroom. I loved it—a strange, angular loft like place in the hollow of the squared off roof, on the third floor. It was a small room with gilded furniture and teal and black markings on the walls. There was a glass mirror on the left wall, so big that it took up the whole wall.

I hadn't ordered that. I wanted to sleep like a peasant. I didn't like feeling royal, the term was boring to me. All the "royal" acting people were fat snobs. I was thin, tall, and I liked being that way. I numbly opened my closet, flipping through gowns until I saw a note written on a chalk sheet.

Miss Midna,
I've chosen this dress for you. There is an impressive number of—

I rolled my eyes, tearing the note in two. I knew what it said, who it was from. My Director of Personal Affairs wanted me to act like a bimbo to impressive everyone, making a show out of my maturity…

The dress wasn't really a dress. It was a few black scraps of clothing, covering my cleavage, draping along my sides, then barely covering my modest part. It slid down my legs, not even to my knees, then stopped. There was a hood, masquerade mask, and cloak to go with it. No shoes, but there were ankle bracelets with gold charms on them. "Great, just great…" I waved my hands, pissed off. If I had worn that to a ball in the Light Realm, I would have been thrown out. It just went to prove that I had been a fool to—

I chomped onto my lip, stopping the thought. No, I thought as I fought the wave of confusion and anguish, I did this to save both realms. I did this not only to make sure that Link stayed alive, but so everyone else did. It was not foolish. It was selfless…

I yanked off my clothes, tossing them at the bed. They dragged off the canopy, ending up on the floor, not that I cared. My room had a great "lived in" feel to it, and I wasn't about to change that. I put the "dress" on, then the cloak and hood, and then the mask. I knew it was all black…goth, I supposed. Expensive, rich, maybe…But when I turned to the mirror, I couldn't help but gasp with fury and one thought passed through my mind.

Idiot.

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Zelda's POV:

"Are you sure we must order Granite-Stone from the Gorons, Mark?" I questioned, hands on my hips. Around me, the air of the large green tent full of low, high, trilling sopranos and the clank of dishes and other such folly.

I was content—surprised, even—with how quickly the plans to restore the Castle and it's Town after Ganon had made a mess of it. We had set up tents in Hyrule Field to stay in—and the people to stay in—as we rebuilt. It was a great business chance, as well, for the bakery and café owners of the town had their own tents to feed those who needed it for both free and inexpensive charges.

I was in the planning tent, lined with maps and ink and feather pens. There were lists of resources—it was bustling, but warming. The Zora Prince, Ralis, was shipping materials such as metal-smithed pipes and railing—mainly things that were bought raw, then crafted into creative things. But miraculously, he was doing that for free, so I really couldn't complain.

The Gorons had given us a bag of ores, which we then asked Ralis to ask his people to cut them into various gems.

And now, with our stone supply running dry, we would have to rebuild with tanned granite-stone. Not my favorite choice—it reminded me of the dreaded Arbiter's Grounds, the place I lost my soul sister.

I hadn't given much thought to her and her selfless decision in those three days. She had done the thing that proved her love for Link—her desire for him to be happy and alive. Sometimes, causing someone pain so they can find love is better than letting them be happy and then die…

She was brave, and courageous. I could give her that.

"Yes, Miss Zelda, it is all we can manage…the Zora Tribe offered Aquari Stone, but with the more humid air here, it would quickly…"

"Thank you for trying, Mark. You know what is best to make our kingdom last, I will not doubt your choice," I told him, honesty ringing out in my voice.

As the day rode on without a hitch in plans, as the request and money were sent into the Goron Mines, I ate food with the commoners, and then went to the Sleeping Tent. I slept with a group of 5 other women, all of us on sleeping mats with rough but warm blankets.

I thought a little about Link. I wondered how he was doing—how he was taking it, how his village was recovering…though I didn't plan for it to be done very soon, when we were done with the rebuilding, I'd personally go to Ordon to invite the village to a celebration. Yes, that is how I could repay the man that saved my kingdom—and my sister's.

There's Chapter 1. I (fishylishy) wrote this chapter and the next chapter will be written by The Twilight Princess Kitty. Enjoy, and don't forget to put it on story alert!