I warn you right now, this is severely angsty. This is an old idea that has... stuck in my head for awhile was was reawakened from another fanfiction I'm working on.

If you do not want your heart back, continue reading.

Note: .xxx. is a change in perspectives. (There is ones of the present, and ones of the past… of the future and of the present if you wanna go the other way) and a .+++. is a change in scene/time (as in a few hours/days later, etc. not years)

Observations

Whenever Link told him he loved him, he was lying.

Kafei knew that, not from the way he said it, or how he said it, because Link didn't show any of the signs.

Link didn't look away, his voice didn't waver. No he looked straight into his eyes, and said the words confidently.

Only his eyes.

Those sky blue eyes never wandered his body. They never took in his face.

The only thing Link ever looked at was his eyes.

.xxx.

He didn't notice it at first. Perhaps he was blinded by love. Blinded by hope.

When he was stuck in his child body, he and Anju needed to break it off. He wouldn't make her wait for him. He wouldn't let her love a child for years and years when she could be happy elsewhere. He loved her too much for that.

And besides, it would destroy the relationship with her and her mother – he knew she didn't approve of their relationship already.

It broke his heart, but they needed to break it off. It was for the best.

Once he recovered, he came to a disheartening realization.

Who would love him when he was mentally much older than them? An adult in a child's body.

When all of his peers knew him as the future mayor. As the grown man they had respected and feared.

When he felt so old amongst those who were supposed to be his own age.

And yet, Link was always there, by his side.

Not to mention there was just this something about him. Link wasn't like other kids his age. Link was different. That is what his eyes told him.

Sometimes, when he turned and caught a glimpse of the boy in green, it was not a boy he saw, but a grown man and a sword at his back. A warrior.

Sometimes, if he looked hard enough, he could see the worn expressions the older guards had in their eyes.

And sometimes, when Link wasn't paying attention, he couldn't see anything at all. As if he was looking into the eyes of a corpse.

Of course, Kafei never told him any of this. And Link never talked to him about Anju. It was a silent agreement. They didn't pry into each other's pasts. It may have made them who they were now, but they didn't need to talk about it.

Another thing Kafei had come to realize is that something, or someone had stopped the moon from crashing into the land, and the more and more he talked with people and got to know Link, he came to a conclusion.

If it weren't for Link, they would all be dead now.

A silent hero, but he figured that Link preferred it that way.

He wondered if Link did anything for himself… He supposed he would need to keep a closer eye on him.

.+++.

His results were discerning. Never, did he ever see Link wanting something. The way he acted, the way he spoke…. It was so neutral. So… mechanical.

"Hey Link?" Kafei asked one night as they sat on the ledge of one of the buildings.

"Yeah?"

Why does he always look so deeply into my eyes? Kafei wondered.

"Do you have any friends?"

There was a laughter – but something was off with it. "What else would you call you?" His eyes were closed now.

"Well other than me." Kafei joined in the laughter a bit awkwardly. "Anybody else?"

"Well…" He snickered and kicked his legs a bit faster, his hands now between his thighs. "I guess I have a few but I doubt you'd approve of them~"

"Oh come on now! Why wouldn't I?" Kafei challenged him, getting lost now because Link's words and actions seemed to be genuine.

"Oh 'cause you don't remember him fondly. Although it really isn't the real him that you remember."

Kafei crossed his arms and raised a brow. "Oh, try me."

Link now looked up at the sky with a gentle smile on his face. "…The Skull Kid. He was possessed by the mask he wore and he did all those bad things. It wasn't his fault… but he and his fairies… they are from the same place I'm from. And it's nice to talk about those things with people who actually know what I'm talking about…"

Well Link was right when he said he wouldn't approve, and he tried to interrupt at first, but he let Link continue. He sighed. He didn't know if he could yet forgive the Skull Kid… for if it weren't for him, he'd be with Anju and they'd be running the inn together…

Yet Link's sadness brought him out of his own woes, and… why did it hurt to hear it? He reached out and squeezed Link's shoulder. "We all need somebody like that."

He understood, because he had Cremia to talk about his past with. She understood.

Just like the Skull Kid understood Link.

"While I may not understand, I am here for you Link. That's what friends are for right?"

Link smiled, placed his own hand on top of his, and nodded.

And their eyes met again.

"Ah, Thank you."

.xxx.

And whenever they made love, Link's eyes never opened….