AN: Revel in my complete fic~ And the crappiness of it all~ And... I fail at cliffhangers (I'm sorry.) And, I hope I kept everything correct via my own memory and wikipedia... *sighs* Ah, for SuperSmashGirlBB's bittersweet contest. I forgot to mention that... the quote is the inspiration, and this is not a song fic.
Pairing: Dark Link/Link
To say Dark was pissed was an understatement. He didn't like it when Link left the house by himself (well, never truly by himself, since Dark would secretly stalk him.) It was annoying watching those women throw themselves at Link, watch them flirt with him, and he hated it. Dark wanted to tell them to "fuck off", and he wanted to add a few more words (something like "bitch" would do.)
However, Link would be pissed if he did that, and so he chose to just glare at all three of them. It was fairly easy, as he wasn't all that pleased to begin with (ignoring their fascination with Link)—he had barely avoided a fight, and he was forced to speak up (he didn't like speaking with anyone other than Link.)
It didn't help that he was still missing some memories of his—he didn't remember bragging to those bastards about killing a guy with a bullet nor does he remember ever killing a guy with a bullet (except for that one time when he obtained that handgun.)
"Fuck, I need to fix that," Dark muttered, still glaring at the girls. The frustration that was building up in him (the anger) would soon need an outlet, and the girls would make good targets… He shook his head—he couldn't (shouldn't) murder innocent girls (even if they were flirting with his best friend.)
Dark managed to convince himself to leave the scene (just before Link looked his way), and he found himself back to that decrepit room, the bane of his existence. In fact, he was certain that the room also hated him (and therefore tortured him through various means.)
If anything, the place was even messier than he first remembered and considering how messy he thought it was, that was a miracle within itself. "I should—"
"Dark, are you here?"
He turned towards the door (at least, he assumed that someone was able to enter this pathetic room through the door), and noticed Link. "Oh, you're home." He tried to keep his voice as monotonous as possible, as to not show that he was watching out for (stalking) him.
"Well, yes. Where else could I go?" Link was confused as to what Dark was talking about (even if he did leave for a while, he would always return to that one room in the end.) "I mean, I don't know about you, but I have nowhere else to go."
"I believe you have the option of going to Ike's house. Or even visit Marth and… Roy." Dark shuddered, remembering the last time he visited the two (unannounced) on a whim. He was mentally scarred, and that was at the (not-so) tender age of eleven.
"Yes, because I'm stupid like you assume I am." Link sighed. "I don't even know why you think I'm stupid enough to walk in on Marth and Roy doing who-knows-what, and Ike is like a horrible introverted hermit. I think I would rather die."
"Yes, because you hate Ike, the rebellion's general, so much that you'd murder yourself before seeing him," Dark retorted, amused by this revelation. He knew Link didn't mean what he said about Ike, but Dark was (probably) going to remember this, and use it as some form of blackmail.
"I don't like him enough to visit him whenever I can," Link growled in response. The blonde was getting angry, and he knew that he would soon be attacking Dark with whatever he had on hand at the moment (the last time he had done something that drastic, Midna had arrived to find both him and Dark in an awkward position while he held a… "toy" she had called it.)
"I still say you should've visited him."
'Anything would've been better than seeing girls flirt with you,' Dark thought, adding onto the sentence that he had said out loud.
"Why is that?" Link had a feeling, he was almost certain he knew why Dark wanted him to see Ike, but he'd like to hear it from his closest (and maybe only) friend.
"I don't know about you, but I'd like to be updated on this stupid war."
"It's not my fault you're too shy to ask him. In fact, I'm trying to figure out how you became friends with him." Link was actually curious—Dark didn't talk to many people, and he didn't open up to said people unless something traumatic happened and was forced to trust the other (he was the only exception.)
"Shut up. It's not my fault he's antisocial," Dark replied, glaring at the ground. He knew that he was being too timid for himself, but he couldn't help it. He was growing up in a world ravaged by war, and he wasn't going to trust anyone that could kill him (especially since he wasn't sure which side to take in this battle.)
"So you believe I can make him open up his 'dark, soulless heart'?" Link asked almost sarcastically—he didn't know what to expect when it came to Dark, so that wouldn't be that far off of what Dark usually expected of him.
"Of course," Dark replied sarcastically—he wasn't stupid enough to believe that Link had the ability to do that (considering the guy was basically a hermit.) "You were just going to hug him, and he'll fall into your lap and cry about how crappy his life is."
"Dark," Link started.
"Yes, dear friend of mine?"
"Please shut up."
"Yes sir."
Sighing, Link allowed himself to fall to the ground, exhausted. It was then he noticed the items he acquired earlier, and he regretfully got up to put all of the items away.
Dark, on the other hand, was considering his next move—he knew he had to choose a side (since it would be impossible to flit from side to side after the age of eighteen.) He didn't care for the rebellion, but he didn't like the tyrannical leader of the world.
To say he thought the war itself was stupid was an understatement. The war was created because some idiot thought they should've got the throne. It when all downhill from there.
If Dark could remember the beginning correctly, the original leader of the rebellion (who died, according to rumors) was someone calling himself Tabuu. Now, since he was supposedly dead, the leader was Zelda, a powerful, charismatic female that knew what she was doing.
The country he lived in (Germany) was currently being ruled over by an arrogant princess, Peach. He hadn't met her (yet), and planned on keeping it that way—rumors were powerful, and he didn't want to meet someone who was either a narcissist or made rocks seem smart.
The rebellion had Ike running their forces in Germany (thankfully), and he seemed like a decent person, if he didn't act so introverted all the time. He also was with that other person, someone Dark has the pleasure of saying he hadn't met—he couldn't imagine anyone spending time with the too quiet general for more than an hour.
The country's military wasn't shabby, however, as the two brothers (Mario and Luigi) run the military. They weren't bad at fighting, considering the fact that the rebellion wasn't any closer to controlling Germany (and they were in the country for at least two decades), but they lacked the ability to think beyond defensive tactics—at least, that's what he believed.
He had to stop thinking about the war—he wouldn't join any side right now, and he didn't need to think about it for a while. His head hurt, it was painful, but he ignored it… Just kept ignoring it.
"Dark, are you coming to visit Ike?"
It disappeared, that debilitating headache. In response, he grinned such an arrogant grin that Link (the person who knew him best) was confused. "Of course," Dark purred in response. "I can't wait to tell him of my success."
