A/N: Well, this was going to be a oneshot. But, like I said, I have to elaborate. But it won't be long at all. Five chapters max. Humor will be thrown in, but in a realistic manner. Unlike my other stuff. (See Peach's Birthday or Gangsta Fo' A Week) But for all you lovers of underappreciated characters, this is for you. It's got some swearing, but at a minimal. Has anyone else ever noticed how fuckin' much Ingo and Talon are like Mario and Luigi? One's pudgy, ones a toothpick, one is always in the others shadow... The resemblances are actually astounding. Their colors are red and green. Hmm. I wonder if this was done on purpose... DOY!!! It's still neat. Without further ado! Chapter One.

A Job I Love

Chapter One: Thirty Seconds Well Wasted

He stood before it, it's beams a perfect mahogany, it's roof bright red. The shingles were tarred together amazingly, to perfection. The barn was immense, and from the sounds within, it housed over 20 horses. Ingo smiled, the sun beating down on the clear day. He was the one who had stayed up day and night to complete it. Him, and no other. He took a deep breath and the smell of clover and grass filled his nostrils...

He was ripped from his thoughts by the screeching roar of his teacher, and the whipcrack of a ruler being snapped through the air and broken on a desk. Fifteen year old Ingo Koutes could've sworn he had only been thinking for seconds, when in reality the open window had been the focal point of his attention for well over an hour.

Ingo was tall for his age, at 6'1 he towered above most kids. However, he was rarely near enough people to tower over. A loner since birth, Ingo had only ever had one good friend in his whole life. Still had him, luckily. He had short, scraggly brown hair an a nervous, long face.

"For the love of Nayru!" The teacher, a large, barrel of a man roared. "What will ever amount to a boy who does nothing but sit and dream?" The mountain of a man stormed towards Ingo, and the young boy felt the eyes of the class upon him.

"Sorry sir. I was just watching the horses." He quickly gasped, as it was the truth. Of course, there are times when the truth gets you more trouble than a lie would, as was the case here.

"Ohh." The teacher, who was a substitute for Proffessor Glade today, guffawed. "The horses. How could you resist looking at the horses?" He mocked.

"Well it's simple sir!" Someone yelled at the back. "He gets to avoid looking at you!" This comment was greeted by a roar of chatter and laughter from the class.

"Who-" But the teacher was cut off as the clanging of the old school bells sounded. Everyone filed out swiftly, still in ecstacy over the ballsy comment of the anonymous individual. Ingo gathered his books and strode out the doors behind Malorie Ambrosia. This was fortunate for him, as he was head over heels in love with her.

Malorie was beautiful indeed. Her flaming red hair cascaded down her back in perfect, wavy strands. And she was perhaps the most perfect, wonderful person Ingo had ever known. He took in every detail of her, and clearly told himself he was going to talk to her today, perhaps this instant.

He opened his mouth to perhaps let a 'Hello" slip from his mouth, his eyes focused on the back of her amazing crimson hair, and he failed to see the peice of the school floorboard which jutted upwards. The greeting became a yell of: "Shiiiit!" and was followed by a dull thud.

His books sprayed out on the floor in front of him, and he could taste blood. He began to collect his books, embarassed and defeated, his burst of courage obliderated. He was nearly surprised out of his skin when a smooth, pale hand placed his last textbook atop the makeshift pile he had made.

Ingo looked up into the smiling blue eyes of Malorie. "Had an accident?" She giggled, but instantly became serious. "Your lips bleeding, are you okay?"

Ingo stood and dusted himself off. He used his tongue to probe the inside of his mouth. "Yeah. I'm fine. Must've bit it when I fell." He was at a loss for what else to say. "Are you okay?"

Malorie laughed, and Ingo would die a thousand times to be trapped in that moment for all eternity. "Of course I'm okay, Ingo. It takes more than a couple sailing encyclopedia's to hurt someone." She put a hand on his shoulder. "I never knew you were such a funny person, Ingo. I'm glad we talked. Keep better track of your books!" She smiled, and walked away.

Ingo had the urge to climb atop the school and announce his love for her to the world, and then jump off, the righteous power of his love giving him the ability to float, leaving him unharmed. His thoughts were interrupted once again that day as a swift kick was delivered to his rear end.

"Do you get a kick out of blocking up the hall or something? Get a move on string bean!" Ingo turned, ready to tell someone off, only to see the beaming red face of his best friend Talon Lon. "You actually thought someone would dare talk you down with me in the school? You need to lighten up, Ingo. Seriously, how could someone as skinny as you block the hall?"

"I guess I'm just rejuvinating my senses. I feel like I've died and gone to heaven." Ingo sighed, staring at the retreating form of the redhead.

Talon chuckled. "Your that enthused that I got you out of trouble today? Gosh, it was nothing. The man obviously is aware of how ugly he was if he believed it to be true.."

"No!" Ingo laughed. "But that was you? That was some quick thinking, thanks Tal."

Talon bobbed his head sagely. "As always. If that isn't what made you a right little ball of beautific bliss, what did?"

Ingo nodded towards the retreating form of Mallorie, who had turned to deliver a small smile and a wave to Ingo. "I just spent the most amazing thirty seconds of my life with Mallorie Ambrosia."

Talon whistled. "Wow, thats like, amazing. I mean she rarely even talks to the proclaimed 'cool guys!' Wow, your like legendary."

Ingo tried to keep from beaming, to no avail. "Yeah, I know. She said we should talk more often."

Talon laughed and patted him on the back. "Yes, yes. Don't swell up your thin head, now. Well, I better get going, Dad wants me to help him out at the ranch this weekend. What are you doing?"

Ingo shrugged, his head afloat. "Probably nothing."

Talon smiled. "Great! Then you can come over! As long as you help out you can probably stay all weekend! We know how you love to hang with the Cuccos."

Ingo had a memory of being drowned in a mountain of snarling poultry and shuddered convulsively. "Yeah. Right. I'll go, but I'm not going ten feet near those demon birds."

There was a shower of feathers and an explosion of infuriated clucking as the birds descended upon Ingo and Talon. There was murder in their eyes. Talon shrieked and began to grab any eggs in sight.

"How did I let you talk me into this?" Ingo screeched, taking a raging Cucco in the face. The egg he had collected fell and broke upon the floor as the bird harried him with indignant clucks and pecks.

"Easy!" Talon panted, holding a magically full basket of eggs aloft. "Your way too passive!"

Ingo gritted his teeth as a particularly nasty Cucco delivered a strong peck to a rather sensitive area. Passive. Yes, as if one could do much else when Talon sat on you and demanded you helped him storm the inpenetrable fortress of Chicken Coop.

Kalon, Talon's burly father entered the coop. The man's face was bright red from laughter. "Oh boy!" He chortled. "If thats how you boys get eggs from these little things, it's a damn good thing I'm not letting you collect the Super Cucco eggs." Kalon let out a peal of belly laughs as three Cucco's carried out some brutal violence upon Ingo's person.

Talon quickly counted the eggs. "Thirty! Let's go!" Talon had not even finished his sentence by the time Ingo had scuttled out the door. The two boys stood outside the large building that housed 10 of the most vicious and aggressive specimens of poultry seen in Hyrule, panting heavily. Kalon's laughs followed him as he made his way towards the farmhouse.

"If you hate them so much, why do you keep coming back? I mean, we always have to do that." Talon asked Ingo, confused and smiling at the same time.

Ingo laughed. "Are you kidding? I told you, getting my hands dirty with hard work is a job I love. It's better than what we're taught in school. To "apply knowledge to make a place in society." Where's the satisfaction in that? How does that compare to looking at a barn and saying, "I helped build that?" Or looking at a newborn chick and saying, "I collected those eggs!"

Talon looked at him, his expression thoughtful. "Wow Ingo. I never thought I'd hear that from you."

Ingo smiled. "Just goes to show people can always surprise you. Now, weren't we going to fix up that old tool shack?"

Talon shook his head in admiration and the two boys headed towards the decripite old structure that served as Lon Ranch's tool shed. The sounds of laughter were carried up into the warm summer day.

A/N: So ends Chapter One! I'm glad I could get this started, and probably finished so soon. The next chapters will probably be rattled off in rapid succesion. If not... I apologise in advance, as I tend to do a lot. I hope people will enjoy this, and leave heartfelt reviews. I enjoyed writing this, it gives faces to characters that are left vague. It shows Ingos always loved hard work and effort. Regardless of how many reviews I recieve, this will continue, and hopefully be completed by Friday of next week.

-Stewey MacDonald