Aryes: Guess who's back!? ME! I brought a new chapter with me so I hope you enjoy! BTW thank you awesome readers and reviewers!

Disclaimer: I don not own any of the Legend of Zelda series or franchise, that is all!

Warning: This is a yaoi fanfic so HATERS BE GONE WITH YOU AWAY! *sweeps away haters with a broom* Now all readers I hope you like it!

Chapter 2: The Son Of The Goron Boss

The son of the Great Darunia had never been a very outspoken soul, even as a child the blonde boy was silent. The young son of Darunia was named Link. He had no last or middle name, he was just Link. He was named this by the Goron people long ago when he arrived to the Goron village, Link, in the Goron language meant 'He Who Is One.' Link was never loud nor intimidating, but every word that passed his Hylian lips were just as heavy as any boss or leader, and were heard even more so by the Goron people. The Gorons were not like other tribes of people, first of all they were made of rock. Second of all was that the Goron people respected strength and courage rather than wisdom or age ( Though those were also important to the Goron people).

Gorons of the village were in awe of the small boy Darunia had brought home 14 years ago, because he was the only a Goron in name. In the history of the Goron tribe, there has never been a Goron that was not of their species. He was but a small child at the time, but what was so odd about this child was the fact that it did not cry, scream, wail or laugh when he was taken into the village. The boy sometimes hummed a song, but he learned to speak on his own, because most of the Goron villagers had never heard a word from the blonde boy. When Link was a child all he did was look at the Goron's with fresh ice blue eyes full of wonder and curiosity as he watched them with growing interest.

This was the story that all the Gorons told to anyone who asked about the son of the Goron Boss because that was all anyone really knew about the elusive little child called Link. All of the Gorons knew though that Link was indeed a Goron in his heart and soul. The boy when he was very small played the rough games that all the Goron children played, and most of the time the blonde boy would win. Link was often called "Little Brother" by Darunia, which in Goron language meant you were very special to them, and the boss loved the blonde boy like he was a born and bred Goron from his own family. Darunia, when he was younger had two brothers, but both had died early in the boss's life, so he held Link like a son in his eyes and protected him like a little brother.

Many people outside of the Goron tribe inquired about where Link came from, but Darunia would simply stay silent and ignore whoever asked with a simply worded reply that only he would say, "He has the heart of a Goron brother. He is one of us." Gorons understood this saying very well, because all Gorons knew that the biggest compliment a Goron could receive was, "You have the Heart of a Goron." The people of the village soon saw Darunia was right as the child grew old enough to travel to the city with his father. Many of the Gorons that were traveling with Darunia were over 15 years old, but young Link would not be left behind.

Link was only 7 years old back then, but his blue sapphire eyes were observant and cautious as usual, but at the same time they were earnest and bright with the curiosity still burning feverishly in his Goron heart. The blonde begged Darunia to go, all the Gorons almost gasped as they heard Link speak, and for some it was the first time they had ever heard Link speak. His voice was like a diplomats, strong and persuasive, but smooth and clearly modest as the clarity of his voice rang out among the crowd of the tribe.

Link had been scared to speak, but he had been determined to follow his father into the uncharted city. Link, by heart, was a very curious person, so he would not yield in his eager attempts to go with the man. No matter how selfish it may have seemed, Link wanted to go to the city he had read so much about in his books. Buildings instead of caves, windows instead of holes, grass instead of dust, and trees instead of desert scrubs. Link had wanted to see it all! Darunia had agreed to let Link go to the city, but he would have to train in the mountains with him for 3 years, but this hadn't fazed the blonde 7 year old boy, because Link had known that Darunia would make a hard bargain. That is what Gorons did, they tested your strength, courage, and determination, but Link knew he would prevail in this hard training. After all, he had the heart of a Goron and the will of lion.

It was decided that the group of Goron men would go ahead of Darunia to find a place to live. The reason the Gorons needed to live in the city was, because no Goron made products were able to sell in the desert. Nobody but the Gorons lived in the desert, so they had to go to the city to help trade and profit. Darunia had taken Link the very next day to the highest mountain in the region to train, each day more strenuous and draining than the last, but Link had never said a word of complaint. Not that he said many words at all, but none of his words were in any way mean or bad, because in truth, Link had enjoyed the endless work and training with his father. When Link's three years of training torture were up, Darunia, as promised, took Link into the city where he has stayed for 7 years. The blonde boy had only been 10 years old before he left for the city, and now he is 17 years old.

"...Pathetic child, who would want such a small dirty infant?"

"Ugly Creature! You should probably kill that Hylian trash!"

"Street Vermin! Ugh!"

"Mommy, that little boy is staring at me! Tell it to stop!

"...Why would a child be left out in a storm?"

I don't know...why...Why am alone...Where am I? Who am I?

What am I? Why am I hear...?

*...mmmmm...mmm..*

What is that sound? Is it like a song?

Doo-doo-dooooo!

Doo-doo-doooo!

Dooo-doo-doo-do-do-do-do,

Bum-bum-di-de-dum,

Bum-bum-di-de-dum~

It almost sounds like the storm...

It makes me wanna cry for some reason...I feel like I know this song...I feel rain and...a-and a voice!

Song of storms~

Song of storms~

Let it just rain or pour~

Falling from the sky~

Lightning and thunder flies~

Through the rain~

In the wind~

Coarse as it is brisk~

Burning through my skin like fire~

Song of Storms~

Song of Storms~

Seperated from the core~

Pain is in my heart~

That's where the story starts~

Without love~

Without hate~

There's nothing to celebrate~

Thrown away I'm torn~

I wonder how I know this voice...I can hear the pain in her voice...Her?...It's a woman...

She sings so beautifully...

"Link, wake up. I have some news for you child," blonde eyelashes parted to reveal the stunning ice blue eyes now wide but slightly drooped with the exhausting light of the day as they glanced over to the smiling copper-haired man outside his open window. Link grumbled softly to the very odd man beside his window, or rather outside of it with a a growling edge to his voice. The man should really know by now not to wake Link up when he was sleeping, but some people just never learn. They have known each other for years, but the man still did not understand the simple fact of not waking up a teenage boy.

Outside of Link's window stood a middle aged window washer with copper coloured hair, a purple jump suit, squinty eyes and a big smile. This man was named by Link himself, because the man refused formal names, so Link named him The Happy Window Washer, because the almost always smiled. The odd and downright peculiar man was his rather smiley window washing friend, who often would just stand on his window washing platform and push his window up, because always left it open for the man.

The copper haired man would just put his tannish hands together, interlinking them while his elbows would hold the weight, it was like a salesman would look or a mad scientist. It was interesting how Link had made the window washer his friend, who stood at his open window. The Happy Window Washer wore a purple jumpsuit that clashed with his red and orange hair, and his eyes squinted almost to the point where you couldn't see his eyes. His smile was even stranger then that when that unnerving smile stretched longly, but all and all, it was nice to see him.

The man harshly pushed down the window until a click was heard from the window beneath him, then putting his hands together as was his habit, as he spoke to Link, "You know what is funny dear boy? Hmmm? Do you really wanna know?" Link once again gently mumbled under his breath a quiet answer, all while cursing his inability to really speak in front of anyone. It was a gift and a curse, the good thing was no one expects you to participate in discussions so they leave you alone, but the curse was that when you wanted to speak, you're unable to.

The smiling man's elbows slightly crinkled under the glass as he motioned slightly to the left of Link, making Link cringe at the sudden sound. Link looked up at the happy man the same way as the Happy Window Washer looked down at him. He, a young boy of 17, sitting in a black sofa chair in such a beautiful apartment. It might have looked to anyone else that he was just a rich snot nosed brat who wouldn't speak, but this man knew the truth,...he always did. The window washer often thought about the day he met Link, and how it had changed them both. He had seen the truth with his own squinty eyes only years before, but the years flew by so fast.

One day he window washer man had appeared outside of his window, because the window washer's had started working his first day for the buildings around the Hyrulian Field Park, the windows all could be opened by a window washer. On the day he first started to work he had seen Link alone crying on a long lavish green bed, curled up in a ball. The boy had been the tender age of 13, and as almost everyone know that being 13 once is enough. On that day Link can still remember the reason he had cried, he had been crying because he found out he liked men.

That was the day Link found out he was a homosexual, and the way he found out was...something he didn't care to repeat anytime soon. Something in him had died that day, more than something actually, his hopes, his dreams, and his heart. It had felt like the world was punishing him with anger at his digressions. Link remembered that he went to school with all of the other Hyrulian dwellers, but the moment he had come into the classroom, he was attacked. He was attacked viciously by their cold eyes that pierced his skin, this happened every day that he walked into that school.

But Link kept going to school, if only to bug the other students, but he also loved to learn and read. He was an A+ student, never faltering in any subject, and always curious about things. He learned many things from the school, and that school, in return, learned many things from him. People can be cruel, especially if you were different, and boy was Link different. He was not a Hylian yet he had all the features of a Hylian. He claimed himself a Goron, in heart and soul, but he also wore a very long forest green hat that went down to his mid back

He wore it everyday, because it was a symbol of his hard work from the training in the mountains. It had been given to him by Darunia and he cherished it. Link loved school and most of all learning, but he also had a crush on a girl named Nina, who was a Gerudo. He loved the way her skin melted in the sun, even though many made fun of her for it. Nina had long hair, okay very long hair that reached her ankles, and she had eyes that looked as alluring as the bright desert sand, inviting you to get lost in them (which Link did, several times), but the Gerudo girl was not interested in him at all, she made that very clear.

She loved another Hylian boy who's name had been lost to him for years now. Point was the boy was handsome, strong, and charming, everything Link was not, but Link hated him. He really hated that boy though he did not let it show on his face, he had wanted to punch the guy's lights out! That was until he started really looking at the blonde boy who stole his love. He had deep cobalt blue eyes that was like the night sky, sparkling and shining brightly, skin that was as tan as the beach, and muscles that made Link's mouth water, that was the turning point for Link. Well, one of the turning points for Link. That's what made Link run home in the dark cloudy day with tears from his eyes.

Up until that point, Link had never really cried until that day. He ran into the elevator that went to his floor and hoped to the goddesses that Darunia or any Goron were there. Luckily, that day had been a meeting for the mafia bosses at a cafe in downtown Hyrule. It was an annual event for all bosses of the four big mafia families met; the Zora President, the Gerudo King, the Kokoriki Elder, and the Goron Boss. It was an event called promptly, "Gallow Gathering". Why was it called such an ugly name you ask? From Link had been told by the boss, it was because you were in a room full of people who could lead to your demise and each boss had an ulterior motive for everything they did. It was like walking to meet your doom and be judged from your wrong doings, like walking shamefully to the place which could mean death, misery, or freedom.

Either way, to Link it sounded rather too dreadful to be a meeting, but the blonde haired boy understood the necessity for the bosses to be able to communicate openly with each other. So when Link ran home to hide in his room, no one was there. He had been so happy that the Goron were gone as he rushed into the house, locking the door before he ran to his large room to curl up on his green forest like bed. All the tears, sadness, anger, and loss roared out of him like a child wailing, he had felt the rain that hit his window later that day more deeply then he ever would. To just keep falling and falling faster and faster until it hits you like a pained cry. Link had never felt so crestfallen for the rain that could stop themselves from falling to the dirty earth.

On that day he heard a high still masculine voice tut out suddenly from the side of the room where the window was opened, "Hello there boy, why on earth are you crying?" Link's blue eyes widened as he realized he was not alone in the room anymore, his head whipping almost frightfully to the odd man who stood at his window. Link could only see the top of the man's body from the window, but the man who had spoken was smiling eerily at him from the window. His hands were gloved in a dark purple color from sanitation gloves that went along with a light lavender jumpsuit he wore. The man's face was covered with a pair of bright white goggles and a large strange black hat around his head, shielding him effectively from the pouring rain outside.

The way the voice had portrayed it, it had seemed as though the crying Link had done no justification. The hatted man had spoken to him as if it were the most absurd thing he had ever seen, and in a way all Link could not stop from turning away from window with slight shame, slightly curling his toes into the green blankets pooled around him. The blonde boy pondered about the reason he was crying, why did his eyes want to just let down his misery upon his face in torrents of water like Alice In Wonderland, he wanted to create a sea full of his tears so someone would plead him to stop. It was then that Link realized what he had done, he had been crying for attention like a kitten, and somehow that made him more angry than sad. Link then spoke to the smiling man very solemnly and answered him very simply "because there is a reason to cry."

Upon hearing this answer, the smiling man had laughed loudly, clutching his stomach area on his jumpsuit with his gloved hands. It was an unexpected reaction from the man, Link stared at him cautiously as the laughter died down, his blue eyes observantly watching the man for any sign of ill will. There was no sign as the man had caught his breath quickly, he had glanced over once more at the boy before saying the words that has stayed in Link's mind forever, "Perhaps the reason you are crying," he paused slightly as his face looked up to the blue cloudy sky, The rain that had fallen earlier had stopped slightly after the odd man's laughter. The blonde boy listened for the rest of the man's words and then eventually the man spoke after a few moments of the heavy silence he spoke once more to complete his sentence, "is because you are wearing a mask."

The young blonde boy had froze at his words, almost staring at the masked man with eyes full of something that made the already grinning man smile brighter. The strange man had seen deep pools of curiosity reflecting in the the Antartic ocean of baby blue eyes that held his gaze. Those eyes had been very similar to his own when he was but a child, and very oh so curious about the world shown before him. It was about that time that the Happy Window Washer had left the boy in his daze. The man decided back then that he liked this building, and so he began washing this building for a living everyday, if only to be the boy's tutor and friend, because they were very much alike, and in more ways then one. It has been many years since that first meeting, but each new talk was as enjoyable as the last and sometimes even more so, like now.

"Well, since you are tired I will tell you anyway~!" The orange haired man said with a interested edge to his voice. Even Link in his dormant like state could tell that the Happy Window Washer was dying to tell him something, it was apparent in the way the man looked at him, even though his squinty eyes. He wanted something from Link and Link had a feeling he wasn't going to like what came out next. "Don't you want me to deliver another letter to that bench today? That strange crush of yours did write you back to you child! It would be quite saddening to him if you didn't write back~? Hmmm?"

Link froze with his blue eyes narrowed like a cat as he looked over to his desk in the corner of the room where a note sat precariously out in the open and Link spoke cautiously with his next words knowing how each word counts, "He said that I was amusing, that really isn't flattering." The voice Link had now when he 17 was very monotone and very firm, like a saw his voice cut through any conversations, it was a double edged sword to him, because his words were picked with the most care. The Happy Window Washer was the only person Link really talked to other than Darunia.

Darunia, his older brother/father, was the man who saved him from his imminent death, and without Darunia Link would be dead for sure. The blonde boy owed all his life to the man, and Link only wished that he could return the favor one day. The blonde haired boy sighed as he remembered Darunia had left yesterday for a long trip in Zora country, and he probably wouldn't see him for another 3 months. That was practically a whole entire season without the tribe, and Link scowled at the thought.

They had left him behind for many reasons; One was the fact that they were faster without him, two was that Link ran the whole Goron tribe's financial part of the mafia business, the third reason was that Link was not good with icy weather, while Gorons had no worries because their skin could retain heat, and the fourth most important reason was that Darunia said, "No" It made Link so angry that they would leave him behind, but at least he was able to send a note to his crush. Link's heart leaped a little as he remembered Mr. Wolf's smiling face.

"Amusing can be good child! Perhaps you brighten his day~! You simply must send him another letter! I am waiting for that letter! I know you probably wrote it as soon as you got the last one, go ahead and let me read it~! Come on your youthfulness makes me so happy to be alive!~" Link blushed as he looked over at the letter he had been writing on the desk, once again though, the man knew everything. Link in fact did start writing the letter as soon as he had read the last one, but he was almost finished, so the boy shook his head defiantly. He wanted to wait to show the Happy Window Washer the letter, because the man would most certainly make fun of him if he showed him it now. Link knew what would come next from the window washer, because of his defiance, the window washer's face froze then instantly changed to one of anger!

Knowing what this change meant from the man, Link stepped out of the red headed man's reach as the Happy Window Washer turned into the Angry Window Washer. His eyes were now wide, the opposite of the sqiunty eyes Link usually saw as the man tried to grab him by the neck like a chicken. Link had learned the hard way that the man was indeed hot & cold when it came to answers, but most the time he was pleasant around the blonde boy. That is why Link was very hesitant in his answers, he always thoroughly thought them through.

"You evil little brat! I helped you deliver your letter over to him and I don't even get to see the new one!" The Happy Window Washer had instantly become the Partially Insane Not-so Happy Window Washer in a split second to the untrained eyes of an outsider. Link looked over at the partially written letter on the table with a small blush that flooded his ears as he spoke carefully, "...it's not finished yet though." The copper haired man slowed his movements until they ceased, his targeting hands of enstranglement lowering as he heard the boy sound guilty about it, even though it was not his fault. Slowly the window washer began to comprehend what was happening, and rapidly, the older man calmed to his usual self realizing the boy was not being mean, but simply wanted to finish the note before he let him read it.

"Well~ now I get it! You are truly hard to understand sometimes, but the price for me delivering these letter I'll have you know is to let me eat one of your delicious chocolate chip cookies~!" The pale man in the purple suit held out his expectant greedy hand as Link could only sigh, because everything he did had a price with the man. Link walked into his kitchen to get a cookie from the tree like cookie jar and gently he put it in a napkin, quickly tying it in a firm knot. The blonde haired boy once again reappeared as he eagerly handed the man the napkin wrapped cookie. "Link, I think I will deliver 12 letters if you give me a cookie cake~! That would be wonderful, and wouldn't even have to be my birthday to receive your amazing treats. I've decided I like this deal we have very much!"

Link falsely scoffed at the man's cunning price, but smiled knowing that was what made the man interesting after all. "Well, I shall be back at the end of my shift for the letter delivery, alright? Will you be done by then?" The copper haired man asked as he started to wind the lever that tightened the rope on the machine window washing carrier to make him higher, but he did not miss the eager nod of the blonde's head as waved goodbye to him. "See you soon then~!" He shouted to the boy as he lifted higher to finish the few last floors of the expensive looking building, wondering briefly what letter would be written from the mystery man in return to the new letter the boy would write.

After their meeting, Link sat on the floor Indian style at the table and began to reread his letter that he had already written in reply with a small sigh leaving his lips, 'I wonder if Mr. Wolf will like my letter.' Link was already feeling self conscious about the letter and he hasn't even sent it yet!Then also there was the fact that he had yet to choose a new pen name, but he could do that after he wrote the rest of the letter. That's the moment when he heard a loud squawk in the corner of the room from his albino parrot, Navi.

Navi was an albino parrot that had followed Link out of the mountains many years ago. She used to be helpful in the beginning, guiding Link to what he wanted when he asked, but now after being with Link for 7 years, the boy was pretty sure she was losing her marbles. She swooped around the large room shouting one of the only 2 words she knew how to squawk, "HEY!" The demented bird flew around his shoulder and landed on it with her claws digging into Link's skin through the clothing, when she perched on his shoulder she squawked loudly in his ear the other word she knew, "Listen!"

Link could only sigh, knowing full well Navi could go at it for hours on end till he spoke to her, and usually he said, "What?" Then Navi, being a parrot of few but annoying words, would mutter strange high and low pitch noises, then fly away in a flash into another room. It was troublesome to say the least, but Navi was there when Darunia and him trained in the mountains. It was as if the bird was his angel, because without Navi, Link would most likely be dead. She was as valuable as she was deadweight. Link looked back down at the unfolded white paper with a sad smile as he thought about the lone Mr. Wolf. It was an animal that mated for life, but living so nobel came at a cost.

'What would I be if I was an animal?', Link's yellow flecked blue eyes raised to the window as he saw some grey pigeons passing over yonder, and in an instant Link felt the world giving him a sign. 'I think I would be a bird, because they are so strong and free. That's the easy life, they follow wherever the wind takes them, and best of all they protect the precious things in their life.' Link looked over to his bookshelf and then got an idea. 'I'll just open a random page and point to a page with my eyes closed! I know I'm some type of bird, so whatever I get I can't complain.' Link reached over to the medium sized bird book and gently tipped it into his hand pensively. 'I guess it's up to destiny.'

He pulled out and held it in his light tan hands hesitantly, wishing or more over hoping the bird he randomly will choose won't be a small little bird that you could squish underfoot. Link's thumb and forefinger grabbed all the pages tightly to hold them in place as he flicked through the pages. Link stared at the green wall in front of him, not peeking at the colorful pages that held his fate as his mind suddenly screeched, 'NOW!' His fingers held the new page firmly as he eagerly and anxiously looked down at the new page. Link's bright water blue eyes widened as he saw the bird that he selected.

'AN EAGLE!' Link thought in surprise and delight. At least he wasn't a small little bird or a colorful one like a parrot. Not just any bird either, it was a Bald Eagle, famous for it's strength and courage. It was decently smart, because it could catch fish almost like a bear, so an Eagle was not an easy enemy to deal with. The blonde boy sat Indian style on the carpet floor in front of the table with the letter as he read deeply into the behavior of the Bald Eagle.

Behavior

The bald eagle is a powerful flier, and soars on thermal convection currents. It reaches speeds of 56–70 km/h (35–43 mph) when gliding and flapping, and about 48 km/h (30 mph) while carrying fish.[40]Its dive speed is between 120–160 km/h (75–99 mph), though it seldom dives vertically.[41]It is partially migratory, depending on location. If its territory has access to open water, it remains there year-round, but if the body of water freezes during the winter, making it impossible to obtain food, it migrates to the south or to the coast.

Link smiled as he thought of all the traits he held with the bird; always alone, fast, smaller than most females, strong survival instincts, and a love of fish. The blonde boy's blue eyes crinkled in the corners as his genuine smile stayed on his face. Fate really was a strange thing, because Link did not believe in coincidences at all. Link flipped the book over on the carpet to hold the page as he picked up his pencil to finish his new signature and to explain the new name to Mr. Wolf. As his pencil flew across the page like the wind, eagerly writing to his crush.

It was a strange thing for Link, loving someone who only he'd seen. Link in truth had been watching the man from the apartment for a month or two, watching intently for a reason that had alluded him long ago. Was it because the story on the computer wasn't as interesting as watching the attractive man? Maybe it was the way the man watched the world distanced? Link only knew that before he knew it, he was watching Mr. Wolf with his dreamy golden eyes. It was like everything the dark skinned man did was attracting his gaze.

The blonde knew that he was really in love with the man a week ago when he saw him a week ago. There had been a girl who had run into the corner of a square metal trashcan next to the red head, and all the little girl could do was cry from the pain. The red haired man had stood up from his seat and picked up the girl from the ground where she had held her head, crying in tears. The little child had short sky blue hair that formed a point at the top of her head, and she wore a weird dress that was blue and purple. The girl had looked to be about 6 years old. Mr. Wolf had helped her stand up and used an extra napkin from his usually meal to clean up the small bit of blood that had appeared to blossom from the cut.

The dark skinned man had spoken to the girl some words, and instantly the girl quit crying and began to laugh. Link gathered that Mr. Wolf had probably said something funny. The little girl smiled and bowed formally before she danced away from him. Link had always had a soft spot in his heart for children, something that had always weighed on his shoulders ever since he had figured out he was gay, so when he watched the scene from the window, butterflies seemed to flutter in his stomach as he had watched the scene. He instinctively knew that Mr. Wolf was someone he felt feelings of love. It was liberating to feel this love, and every small feeling of happiness Link hoped would be conveyed in his letters.

Link sat back against the front of the couch as he finished the letter, though he felt childish as he read his own eager writing.

Dear Mr. Wolf,

I swear I do not stalk you Mr. Wolf! My eyes just wander over in your direction when I am working, and I cannot control it. I always wonder how I would greet someone like you, how you would react when I greeted you, how you would react if you got a letter from me, and others things like that. I also wondered why you came alone, and now I have an answer. I am so glad that you indeed did write back, I thought you would dismiss this letter entirely and throw it in the trashcan.

I would like to ask you how your day went, and how you are feeling today Mr. Wolf. Did you have a good day? Dealing with stressful people can be difficult, so I understand the need to get away. The park is a great place to work off your hamburger! Haha! Maybe when I give the next letter I will drop off a Red Bull Would that help you? I actually thought you were at least 27 (no offense meant) I am indeed younger than you. I am 17 years old, I am sorry if that makes you uncomfortable.

Mr. Invisible, I think I will change my pen name if you don't mind. I think B. Eagle would work, because I resemble a little bit of a Bald Eagle, at least in behavior. Also I am a man, and I do write very formally considering I am so young and all. Writing is one of my hobbies so it is a bit proper sounding, I apologize for the bad habit I seemed to pick up with years of writing, too bad I can't speak the same way. I am not one for words I guess. Now I am hungry so I must eat, and my messenger will place it on your favorite bench, but sadly, not for free. I hope you do write back Mr. Wolf, I enjoy our letters and I think it would be great to have more of them from you.

Sincerely,

-B. Eagle

Link silently folded the envelop shut and wrote on the top in his overly neat handwriting,' Mr. Wolf '. Link felt a surge of trembling energy leap up his spine as he held the finished envelop in his hands. In truth Link had watched the man read his letter. The man had smiled, frowned, laughed and smirked, very handsomely in Link's opinion, as he had read his letter. Link had been watching from the window sill the whole time, anxious of the man's actions. When Mr. Wolf was writing back Link felt his heart leap out of his chest with an even amount of hope and despair as he felt, even from far away, the weight of the pen he had given him to respond. Each word good or bad, rejection or acceptance, it made Link's breath almost stop as he wrote longer and longer.

When The Happy Window Washer went to get the letter, Link's mind whirled in utter fear and eager anticipation. Both of them read it together, the copper haired man by the window and Link by the window reading silently along with the man, his whole body seemed to glow as the Happy Window Washer left him to reading the letter again and again. The only thing the man had said before he left was that he would return tomorrow to deliver another love letter. Even though Link had never mentioned love in his letter the man knew, he always knew.

Link had picked up the bird book and put it back in its place, shifting books to the side if necessary, now sitting patiently by the window with a book in hand he was reading. The blonde boy laid back in the chair as he waited for the Window Washer to return. The book he was reading was about a boy who wandered into a forest and lived there by choice, struggling to survive. It made Link eager to camp again in the woods so he could see the animals, and her... Link's only living relative...his sister.

Holy crap guys! I am so sorry I was late two days! I am ashamed of myself and it won't happen again I swear it! I really hope you like the new chapter, because I worked hard on it! Thank you Triforce-Serpent for the amazing idea of the Happy Mask Salesman (which I promptly renamed Happy Window Washer to fit the bill) I am sorry if this confused anyone seeing as how I changed the name! If anyone has suggestions that would be great! :D I love all my readers for continuing with the story! Thank you soo much! I hope you liked this one as well! Till next time! I will update the next chapter by the end of this month hopefully!

Also the Song of Storm lyrics and such I made up on the fly, I take ownership of only that and the fanfiction story.

~Aryes :)