A/N: Okay… some good news. Shinobi Kitten, being the sexy femme with enormous power over me, had me update old stories of mine so I may leave fanfiction in peace. Well, it may not have been her true intention but… I figured what the hell, nothing is more fun than writing fanfiction. So I'm going to stay. Some may not care and some may. But whatever you know, fanfiction is fanfiction. We interpret some characters differently and sometimes we may give them some new personalities. Which isn't all to farfetched judging how people can change.

Blooming Anger

Silvia looked down at her small dragon. She was in a brightly lit room and her little dragon sat in the middle, with all lights on him. The dragon stood on its short legs, looking bored and tired. Its eyes were half open as the lights around it hardly bothered it. All he wanted was too sleep all nice and comfortable next to Silvia in bed. But no, he had come down with something. And Silvia, while she was supposed to be all hush hush, wasn't all hush hush with him feeling a little under the weather. So Drakeus had a small cold. So what if whenever he sneezed fire came out. But Silvia sort of liked it when the fiery sneezes burnt Zelda's prized curtains… or her dresses. It wasn't Silvia's fault if Drakeus thought it was rather comfortable sleeping in Zelda's closet. That was one way at getting back at her for her little destruction of Link's heart. But Silvia put on a fake frown when Zelda got mad. And when Zelda's back was turned, she smiled at Drakeus and gave him a small treat. And Zelda's back was turned in interesting ways. It could've been up against the wall, or her bed's backboard, or sometimes toward Vincent.

But there isn't time to make fun of Zelda. Little Drakeus was sick with something. Not exactly sure with what, Silvia took him to resident doctor in the market. Or vet. Whatever people that treated sick animals were called back in the day. Actually, to someone who treated animals more specifically of Drakeus's caliber and rarity. But come on, you hardly ever find a baby dragon, let alone someone who knows how to treat them. But Silvia did, and that's where she was. And Drakeus stood on the wooden table, covered in a paper that was dotted with legendary animals: adorable versions of dragons, unicorns, and serpents, whatever your mind could think up of. Drakeus stood there, staring off into the wall with a thermometer in his mouth. Hopefully it was strong enough to protect itself from the rows of sharp fangs that filled up Drakeus's mouth.

And then, on the other side of the table, bent down the mountain of a man. Seriously, he was a big fella. He stood at very reasonable height of around six foot nine, maybe ten inches. That was pretty tall for any Hylian. And he wasn't soft spoken like some giants sometimes turn out to be. He had a booming voice and he sure knew how to use it when he needed to. His dark blond hair fell long and bushy, the same with his ridiculous beard. Both fell quite low, maybe even a bit farther than Zelda's hair. With his massive hands, he plucked the thermometer from Drakeus's mouth. Don't worry; it was fine – not a scratch on it. He stood back up to full height and stared at the temperature reached with his big, oceans of what were called eyes. "Interesting…" was all that he muttered.

"Well?" she asked. Silvia really wanted to know if Drakeus was fine or not. And she hoped for the former. She really didn't want anymore bad news. There was already too much on her plate as is. She had to deal with the fact that Zelda was using a perfectly fine man for her own selfish whims. And it was all there that Zelda didn't so much as actually love Vincent. She may have been in love with the idea of being in love with the Aegis man, but she wasn't in love with him. If Zelda were in love with him, than she could see the emptiness in his eyes. And then there was the fact that Link had pulled a disappearing trick. For almost two weeks he hasn't been seen by anyone and that was starting to get to Silvia. But the rational part of her knew better. It at least knew that Link was the Hero of Time; that he would be prepared to deal with anything that would bother him. Hopefully.

"Drakeus has nothing more than a cold," said the giant. His name was Bruce, a fitting name for a giant. Hell, he could give some Gorons a run for their money. He turned around and went deeper into his place of work. He opened a cupboard and dug around to find a bag. The cupboard, and everything else inside the clinic, was made with Bruce's height in mind. If Bruce weren't around, you'd need a step latter to even attempt to try to find what he was looking for. He took out the bag of pills and walked over, back to the table. He took a few of the pills out and put them in a bottle. He handed them to Silvia, "Give him one of these a day. They're a little bitter, so maybe you should ground them up and sprinkle it in his food. If he doesn't get better, come back to me within the week."

"Thanks so much," Silvia said. She breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm so glad that Drakeus only has a cold. I know it sounds horrible, but I'm just glad it isn't anything worse. I really don't think I could handle Drakeus being sick at this moment." She picked up Drakeus from the table and cradled him in her arms. She shot a smile at Bruce and started to turn around.

Bruce looked at her with concern. He had known Silvia for a long time. And well enough to know that Silvia never had too much on her plate to worry like such. So if something was going wrong, then something was really wrong. Bruce managed to stop her with his voice, "What's wrong Silvia? Something is up with you isn't it? Is it that Gerudo man that Zelda is keeping close?"

Silvia stopped and racked her brain. Zelda had no new Gerudo at all with her. No body else possessed the red hair and red eyes that would accompany any Gerudo. Except… of course. Silvia mentally slapped herself. Vincent! Vincent had red hair and red eyes. And with a quick look, he could pass of as a Gerudo. Well, he did have pointed ears, but sometimes his red hair covered them enough. But he wasn't tanned. Well, come on, there has to be come variation. And there was the whole 100 years for a Gerudo man. Silvia took a note to ask him about that later. But she was dead certain he was Hylian. At least, more Hylian than anything else. She turned back to Bruce, "I'm sure he isn't Gerudo. But… it's not all his fault or the root of it all. It's really Zelda, she's not really the person she lets on… sometimes I'm sure that Hyrule would be better if its fate isn't in her hands. And because she chose Vincent over… one of our other friends, well he has been taking it rather hard."

"You mean Link, do you?" he asked.

Silvia looked away, "Yeah…" She turned back, "but it's not fair to him. I want to help."

Bruce gave a small smile that should've comforted her if she saw it. But Silvia was a Sheikah, she knew his sign of empathy. "Things have to work out things for themselves. I know you want to help, but things like this are best worked out through the people themselves. I can't tell if it's be better or for worse."

Silvia nodded and walked out of the clinic. And it was bright outside. Really bright. And she thought inside was bright. And the sun was a scorcher that afternoon. If she had to judge, she would think that the temperature would near triple digits. So as she brought up her open palm to shield her eyes from the hot rays, she looked around the market. She potted Vincent and Zelda a bit far off. They were passing shop after shop with Zelda's arm wrapped around Vincent's. And Zelda stopped in front of one store. Silvia remembered that store. It was where Zelda picked up her… eveningwear. And she was pointing to something inside. Silvia hoped that Zelda wasn't motioning to the black, skimpy, negligee… complete with stockings, lace, and heels. At least show some respect for yourself, Zellie. But no, what did she do? She led Vincent inside the store. And you didn't have to be a Sheikah to see the leash around Vincent's neck.

And as she looked around, she spotted that blond slice of heaven that had been on her mind for so long. There he was, still in his green tunic, the white tights, and the cute hat. He stood at his front door, locking it. And that's something new. No one in Hyrule really locks their doors. Doors are usually open no matter what time it was. And it must be nice living somewhere where you could just step out and not lock your doors. But some people… the hero… who break in and break stuff. And take all the rupees you stored in the ceramic pots. And why would you hide money in a pot? That's like hiding money under the bed, just not a good idea. Do what Link did: deposit it into a bank. I'm sure that's where some of the Aegis fortune is at.

And Silvia watched as Link began his way across the market. He simply wasn't paying attention to his surroundings. He bumped into people without saying sorry, stepped on someone's shoe. Link simply wasn't himself. And the way he carried himself was different. His head was down, so those blond tresses of hair covered his baby blues, hiding them from the world. And his cap didn't even billow… the wind wasn't with him. All it did was sway back and forth with the motions of his walking. And he started for the temple pass all the shops. Silvia raised an eyebrow. She looked down to Drakeus and he, somehow knowing what was going through her mind, nodded.

Link looked up to temple. He wanted some answers. And where else would a hero chosen by the Goddesses go when he needed answers. And he walked up to it, going through the open door way. The temple of time, a sanctuary for those who wanted to express their faith, and Link's was wavering He remembered the last time he had to go inside the temple. Even more when he first had to go inside. All the way at the front was that alter with three indentations for three gems. And Link had gotten them all. All per Zelda's request. Go and get them, that way we can protect Hyrule. Ganondorf wont be able to get them if they're not where they supposed to be. But Zelda didn't do it herself. Oh, and forget the excuses she could've used. Oh, Impa and Silvia wouldn't let her, there would be a full search her. Lock up all the suspicious looking people, all the homeless, and especially all the big turtle and tortoises. No, if Zelda really were the headstrong tomboy, she would've got out of the castle and grabbed them herself. But, she's a princess, wouldn't want her dress getting dirty or ripped. But wait, doesn't Vincent, or by her request, rip off her dress when she wants some luvin'? Yeah, men are fools when it comes to love.

And the newly added benches lined up along the red carpet. Why it took so long for the temple to get 'em, who knows? But they are there now. And as Link walked up the aisle, Silvia watched from the shadows. Part of her wished that she could be waiting at the front, in a white dress. Something old and something blue on too… He stopped half way through and sat down on a bench. He sat down and kept his head down. He then looked up and dropped down the cushion thing that helps your knees from getting sore. But as anyone who did it before, those don't work no matter how full of fluff they were. Link was on his knees, his head down and his hands tangled together. And his eyes opened for a moment, staring off far away… into the shadows.

He sighed and closed them again, "Goddesses… Din, Nayru, Farore, please. I want to know if there's something you have planned for me. Show me something, a sign or… I don't know. Something! Anything! I don't understand how Zelda could've just forgotten all we've been through. How she could just choose someone else. I mean, she should be happy. But… I don't know."

And nothing.

And Link stood up from his seat. He only wanted one thing and that was a freaking answer. And the Goddesses were just too busy to give him anything. He walked up to the alter in the front. His eyes were narrowed in anger. He needed to know that through all the trials he had been through, there was some light at the end of the tunnel. He slammed his fist into the black stone, "Just a sign…" A tear came down his left eye and caressed his cheek before dropping down.

And the door opened. Rather noisily too. And there, light shining on it and all, was the Master Sword, Sword of Evil's bane. Crafted by some unknown person, given its power by some weird way, driven into its pedestal by some unknown hero. But it sat there now because of Link, but it had never needed to have been released. If only Zelda thought things through than just rushing into stopping Ganondorf, than Link would've never needed to pick it up. But it was a beautifully crafted blade; Link admitted that. Handled pretty well, not too heavy, not too light.

Link walked around and up the steps to the circled area where the sword was kept. He closed the gap between himself and the sword. And he looked down at it. It stood there, mighty and tall. It had a purpose, unlike Link. It was made to counter evil, and so was Link. But Link's job was done. That sword's wasn't. It would wait for the next hero to pull it out. But it showed itself to Link once again. And Link wondered why, out of all the times, it revealed its place to him one more time. Link brought his gloved hand to it and touched its hilt. The leather felt welcoming under his fingers.

Come on Link, take me out for a spin. It'd be fun, just a whirl around the field. Those peahats deserve some talking to. Thoughts like those surfaced into Link's mind and they started to bug him. The sword wasn't a toy. But Link wanted to but he couldn't. But he wanted to. But he couldn't. And his mind argued with himself for a while before he decided to give caution to the wind and wrapped his left hand around sword's hilt. And then his right joined and he pulled out the blade. And Link stood there with the Master Sword in his hand. And it felt good to have it back in his hands again.

"Link?" Silvia asked. She stood at the opening of the doors, Drakeus in her arms, staring at Link.

Link looked at the sword in his hands for a minute. There was that magically appearing scabbard on his back too. He turned back to face Silvia, a small smile on his face. He was really happy to see her. He didn't know why, but he was. She stood there, wanting to know if something was wrong. And she was quite the looker too, Link never noticed that. "Silvia, what are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing," Silvia said. She was a bit irritated at his question. She didn't need to hear that. She sighed, "I followed you in here, it's the first time I've seen you in two weeks Link. Two weeks. And what do I see you do but lock your door and walk here. And now I found you with the Master Sword in your hand."

"Yeah, well," Link started. He sheathed the Mater Sword. The sword has an innumerable amount of powers and abilities within its steel. And it was helping Link understand things, help him see clearer. And Link was a person that couldn't have been blinded so easily before. Sure, some things were just too hard to see. But other things weren't. He walked up to her, "What you see is what you get. But, why were you following me? Something you want to tell me?"

Silvia's face became slowly reddened. Link had gotten pretty close to her, and her reason for following him was her own. But it's not hard to see why she followed him. "I- I- was just worried about you, that's all."

Remember, it's not hard to see why she followed him, even with that answer. And Link saw things a bit clearer now. But if he did figure it out, he didn't let on that he knew. He simply smiled at her, "Your one of the few good people left in the world, Silvia."

He passed her. Silvia could tell that something was different with Link. But the one thing she could tell was that he had some confidence back in him. At least, he held his head up when he walked away from her. But he left her with strange words. And that somewhat troubled her. What exactly did he mean by them. Silvia turned around to see where he was going but he was gone. Poof, now you see him now you don't.

Silvia, a little distraught with Link, decided to leave the temple. It all felt too surreal to her. There he was, praying for an answer. He gets up and quickly becomes angered by the silence. And then the door of time opened, and in there stood the Master Sword. And he took it, for no real reason. It just wasn't sitting well. She kept her blue eyes on the ground as she walked back into the marketplace. Raising her head, she spotted Zelda and Vincent making their way to her. Yeah, he still had that leash on. And in his right hand, the one not entangled with Zelda's, was a bag. Oh, what could it be? Maybe it was a present Zelda bought for her favorite boy toy. The one he didn't need to wear, but the one she would wear in bed? But as they walked together, Silvia noticed how shallow of a couple they were. It was all pain, no love. But Silvia only really wanted to help Vincent, out of the two. Zelda was beyond the point for some aid.

And as Silvia explained her situation with Drakeus, Zelda had the gall to put on a pathetic excuse of a sympathetic smile. Zelda, for all she cared, could care less if Drakeus was sick or not. Hell, she would probably be happier if the little demon was rotting away at Death Mountain. And Silvia knew it was just a façade. She was a Sheikah after all, they could see through people's lies. And Zelda was playing the biggest one of them all, lying to the people of Hyrule, to Vincent, to herself, to Silvia, and especially to Link. But did she care? No, she just wanted those few hours of fun. Maybe she had heard of Vincent's track record? And applying more BS, Zelda gave her these words: "Oh Silvia, you should take the rest of the day off. You need to take care of that little baby. We wouldn't want him getting any worse, right? Don't worry about me, I have my Vincent to protect me if anything happens."

Translation: "Silvia, you can take the rest of the day off. I really can't wait to get back to the castle and fuck Vincent's brains out."

But why should Silvia argue with that? She would gladly grab the opportunity to be by herself than to be around our slutty princess Zelda. Silvia had stomached the thought of the princess having that kind of fun for long enough. And with a simple nod, Silvia decided that she would just leave those two alone. And as the two of them walked passed her, toward the castle, Silvia sighed and disappeared. Although, not as quietly as Link had done… but it was better than walking.

Back at her home, the house that belonged to Impa at Kakiriko, Silvia could finally do what she wanted to do. She left Drakeus on her bed as Silvia went around the house, making things tidy and clean again. She visited the local market in the village to buy some fresh produce to make a good dinner. Kakiriko's market wasn't as big as the one in the castle, but it served its purpose. And sometimes things were a bit fresher. It was a mean little joke the villagers played, they kept the cream of the crop and give the castle the rest. So while the castle got more, the village got the best. They were just lucky that the village grew a good bulk of the produce them and the castle needed.

So when Silvia returned home, she made dinner. Drakeus managed to wake up and was well enough to give Silvia a hand. Or claw. She smiled down at her small dragon and petted the top of his head. She loved to fiddle around with the little stubs for horns he had. Drakeus closed his eyes happily and smiled, wagging his tail. Soon dinner was ready and Silvia served herself and Drakeus. She made sure to ground up a pill into his food so that Drakeus wouldn't try anything and incinerate the thing before it touched his throat. And night was steadily becoming darker.

Walking up the stairs with Drakeus in her arms, she laid him on her bed. In a little bit of self-indulgence, Silvia had her own canopy bed. We all deserved a bit of guilty pleasures, and Silvia's was a canopy bed. She changed into her interesting nightwear. What was so different was that the back was cut out, right out in the shape of her back tattoo. It was the eye all Sheikah's brandished on their clothing, even done in red ink. And Silvia hated sleeping with it covered, so she made sure that it wasn't. She crawled into bed, on her side, with her back toward an open window. It was much too hot to keep it closed.

And in the dead of night, a dark figure was in Kakiriko. On his back was a sword and on his head was a floppy hat. Still, as it were made of lead. He crossed the village looking for a specific house. And he found it, with its window open. He let out a small chuckle. Short and a bit amused. Sometimes he wondered if the Goddesses did smile upon him time to time. But he knew better, he knew that Hyrule was better off in the hands of a worthy Hylian. He knew Ganondorf just wanted to conquer the country, but he wasn't good enough to lead it. But Link thought about it, and wondered if saving Hyrule was even at all worth it. Zelda was a no better substitute. He had fooled himself thinking that she was as pure as an angel's feather. But all that shattered when it became clear that she was really only interested in becoming a demon with two backs.

Not like her. And Link had been a fool for not seeing it earlier.

He pulled out that miraculous piece of equipment named the hookshot. Or was it the longshot? It was one of those, but they both did the same. A true marvel of Hyrule's technological prowess. Nothing like it in the world. And Link was an expert at using it. And he used it to get through the open window, barely making a sound. No one notices how swift and stealthy Link can be. He snuck passed castle guards, pirates, Gerudo, plenty of enemies, and yet that is often forgotten.

He stood up and saw the sleeping Silvia, and he couldn't help but love the tattoo. She lay beautifully, drenched in the soft moonlight. Her skin, almost glowing like his old friend… And Link's expression slowly curved down for a frown. He looked down to the floorboards. He just wanted to be with someone, and he wondered if Silvia would be that someone. What he had planned would go against her oath to the royal family. He couldn't ask that of her, to go against her duties and responsibilities. Even if he did began to notice the feelings she had and the ones he had, the ones that were overshadowed by the one he thought he had for Zelda. He wondered how Vincent dealt with them.

He walked closer to her, careful not to make a sound. She was obviously tired. Link would've liked to know why but he didn't want to wake her. He easily sat himself down next to her, his head turned to see her. To take in her figure. And he debated whether he should do what he wanted to do. Things of the heart weren't his area. But with her sleeping figure right there, so enticing and welcoming, Link decided to do it.

He lay down next to her, his nose finding the sweet smell of her hair. He placed an arm around her and closed his eyes. He would've given up everything to have a moment like that everyday. To be next to someone he cared for. But even then, he had a pang in his heart for taking advantage of Silvia's fatigue and emotions for him. He wasn't any better than the hussy of a princess… but he just wanted it for a night. For one night that was all he asked for.

And Silvia, feeling her tattoo up against something, her back arched a bit. But she knew there was no threat. Half asleep, half awake, she didn't want for the man next to her to leave. And even in the darkness, she knew it was Link. His ungloved hand around her, making sure she was safe. And for that moment, she realized she could let down her guard. She didn't have to be the Sheikah warrior, trained since birth to be a stealthy assassin and guardian of the princess. She was the woman next to the hero, there to help him when he's down, to be with him. And while it felt surreal, Silvia didn't want that dream to end. She and him, together in a loving embrace. That was enough for her snuggle closer to him and actually let the sandman come and take her away.

And then that early bird cockadoodledo'd. Silvia instantly sat up in bed as she heard nature's alarm clock go off. She looked beside her only to see no one there. Drakeus was curled up next to her stomach and that was it. She figured it was all a dream. A small gust of wind blew through the open window. Chilly. It was a chilly squall. Hyrule was getting too fickle. It needed to decide whether it wanted to be hot or cold. Silvia put on her tunic before she did anything else. She would have to report to the castle soon. She really didn't want to go, she would've rather endured the process of getting the tattoo again. But as she walked down the stairs, she noticed something on the bottom of the banister. It was that forest green hat.

Silvia stared at it before she grabbed it. It was his, and now her dream seemed that much more real. Silvia felt the material under her fingers. But she felt something inside. Opening up the mouth, Silvia looked inside to find a small note. She pulled it out and looked at it, noticing it that was folded in half. Silvia didn't know what to do. She, for the few times in her life, felt a little scared. She wanted to know what was inside, but she was scared of what it may say. Biting her lip, she opened the note to see Link's handwriting. And she read it.

'I'm sorry'

She read it again and again. I'm sorry was all it said. And Silvia wondered what exactly was Link sorry about. She didn't know what. She sighed and folded the note again and tucked it away in her short's pockets. Then she looked down at the hat. She would have to return it to him. Unless, he wanted for her to keep it. Silvia didn't know and decided to give it back to him, whenever that may be.