Aryes: Hey guys! I had a really hard time with this one, but I did it! I got it done by the end of the month! Go enjoy your reading time! I hope you guys enjoy it :)
Warning: This a Yaoi BTW :)
Disclaimer: I don't own LoZ series, characters, etc.. because if i did I would simplify Ganondorf's hair design! I swear to gosh i drew his hair and I bet he takes twice as long as any woman when he is in the bathroom putting up his hair!
~Aryes :)
Chapter 3: The Challenge of Pursuit
"So, you mean to tell me this boy watches you through his window?" Ghirahim scoffed with a humorous chuckle as he slowly grilled a burger on the disgusting grill. It made him sick to be serving hot greasy food when he looked as utterly stunning as he did, really, he should be modeling for ads or be on TV, but no, he was stuck doing work in a street cart! The only perk Ghirahim had with the job was being able to get juicy gossip from the deliciously manly stranger who was a regular at the cart, and today the man had a cute little predicament indeed.
"He is not a boy, he is 17. That is almost a man by the standards of this society, but in my homeland the standard age for you to be called a man was 16." Ghirahim melted a little when he heard the rough voice of the stranger was like sand, smooth but rough when formed, but at the same time it was like chocolate, warm, hot, and smooth talking. Ghirahim laughed a little at the man's statemen, but then realized something. "You don't talk much about your homeland do you?" Ghirahim whispered in a serious, but soft voice. It was breathy as though if he said it any louder he would scare the stranger away, which wasn't really possible considering how comfy the stranger looked on the Diamond Deal's table.
As soon as the words left Ghirahim's mouth he regretted it though, because he could understand if he didn't want to speak about it. The red haired stranger was quiet for a while and did not speak again for another few minutes, but when he spoke, his voice was very confident in his words. "No, I don't, because I simply don't like to talk about it." Ghirahim watched as the man shuffled in his seat, taking a bite of his sandwich. Ghirahim wasn't at all a dumb man, so when the man gave subtle signals to drop the subject he did, if only to keep the sexy stranger coming back for more food tomorrow.
"So, stranger," Ghirahim started to ask cheerfully once more, and the stranger turned once again to face him, "You realize this man is still stalking you, right honey~!" The stranger ate another bite of his sandwich with ease, leaving only half of it left. The red haired man smiled, and Ghirahim felt his heart skip slightly as he heard the man's velvety voice. "It isn't stalking if I let him…" Ghirahim stopped cold at the sentence the man said, and more or less shouted, "Then I want to stalk you too! If he can then so can-" Ghirahim cringed as his beautiful voice was completely cut off with the loud booming voice of his employer, "GHIRAHIM! STOP SHOUTING AT THE CUSTOMER AND GET OVER HERE! THESE ORDERS AREN'T GOING TO DELIVER THEMSELVES!"
Ghirahim sighed in fatigue, he really hated his job, but he hated his boss, Mr. Demise, even more. The ugly man constantly plagued his beautifully fabulous lifestyle, and to top it off, the man was blackmailing him to keep him working at this damn food cart! 'Those photos….Goddesses be damned, I really hate it when I drink and do stupid things.' Ghirahim internally groaned as flashes of the embarrassing photos reminded him to answer his boss' orders. "I WILL IN A MINUTE! I AM HELPING A CUSTOMER RIGHT NOW!" technically a lie, but Ghirahim couldn't care less. He was most likely going to hell anyway, so why not go with a nice record.
"So, stranger~" Ghirahim cooed as the darker skinned male faced him from his bench seat, "I just wanted to let you know that there's another letter at your bench today~!" The red haired man's golden predatory eyes widened in surprise, apparently the other man didn't expect a letter so soon, but he felt slightly jealous of the boy who was able to make the sexy stranger so anxious. "Well my hunky sweet, do I get a kiss for telling you, hmmm~!" The pale man hummed expectantly, though he was pretty sure he'd get no such thing. "Well, perhaps I could do something for you," the stranger murmured from his seat, but Ghirahim's pointed pierced white ears heard it disbelievingly, there was just no way!
The older man stood from the white Diamond Deals table and walked toward the food cart, making Ghirahim swoon at every step the man took towards him. Ah hell, this is what the pale man had always dreamed about, the stranger doing dirty things to his mouth, and other places, but Ghirahim knew he wasn't that lucky. Ghirahim despite telling himself that felt all the blood in his body rush south. His heart beat resonated in his ears, while his hardness grew from beyond the stranger's view beneath the counter. The stranger stopped at the ordering window with a small smirk on his face making Ghirahim blush like a virgin, it was like high school crushes all over again. 'Oh goddess~', the pale man thought pleadingly.
" Lean down, " the man commanded, but Ghirahim was already where the man wanted him to be, "touch your forehead with one finger," Now this command puzzled Ghirahim, but he complied in hopes this would get him what he wanted, a kiss from the mysteriously sexy stranger. "Now I want you to bark like a dog," the stranger commanded, but Ghirahim automatically followed the order, confused and hesitant, but obeying. "Woof." As soon as he had said "Woof" he heard the stranger chuckle, making him look up at the stranger in confusion. Ghirahim wanted to be angry but he couldn't help but swoon at the red haired man's delicious laughter.
Ghirahim let out a surprised noise as his hair was tousled gently with a dark large hand, "Good boy, here's your reward." Ghirahim smiled inwardly as he heard the word "reward", but that inward smile dropped as he felt something hit his face then hit the counter below him. The pale man opened his eyes, which he never knew he had closed in the first place to see an unopened single condom package lying on the counter. Ghirahim's face went red as he blushed like mad from the swelling and mixed emotions he felt, embarrassment, anger, surprise, shock and confusion.
"Don't forget to be safe when your hitting on your customers, it could get you into really sticky situations," the underlying innuendo made Ghirahim's face flare like a blazing red light, he felt it from the tips of his pointed ears. He watched angrily and embarrassed as the man walked away from the shop with his deep rich laughter echoing hotly in Ghirahim's ears making him now more horny than angry. The pale man groaned slightly as he realized his problem poking out from his uniform. Ghirahim felt his hardness touch the cold steel shelf below the ordering window, making gasp and shudder at the cold touch. He slightly arched his back to move away from the cold steel shelf, only for his barely clothed butt to touch the cold steel of the grill. He was trapped between two steel objects, and with a raging hard-on, 'great' Ghirahim inwardly sighed in frustration.
"GHIRAHIM, THESE ORDERS NEED TO GET SHIPPED NOW." Demises booming voice momentarily ceased Ghirahim's moving, but the need to get off from this personal torment was back at full force making him whimper, the pale man was so hard that it hurt. The worst part of the problem was that it was obviously clearly hard through the white skintight suit, and another part of the problem was that he was in a full body suit with a zipper he could barely reach. The young man cursed Mr. Demise for his shitty uniform, and for making him do deliveries too. His hard on kept rubbing the freezing cold steel temptingly, but he needed to get rid of it quick.
So, with that in mind, Ghirahim had to think of images that would help him calm down his raving hard dick, that or completely turn it off. 'Let's see…..Grandma's licking pussy, girl's in a flower field, Christmas shopping, disgusting turkey,…ummm…' Ghirahim needed something to finally take his full mast down, something so nasty or boring. 'Two hairless cats mating a whale!' That was when Ghirahim started laughing his ass off, because even for him it was odd to think of 2 hairless cats getting it on with a beached whale. 'Where the hell did that come from?' the pale man thought as the laugther overwhelmed him. Ghirahim smacked the steel counter trying to get ahold of himself but the laughter just kept going, and it seemed like it would never stop.
Even, Mr. Demise, his boss came into the room with a puzzled look on his face as he watched the insane laughter fly from Ghirahim's mouth. He was stunned because the white haired devilish brat had never smiled in front of him before, much less laughed in front of him. If the older buff man was to tell the truth, he would say he was dazzled at the other man's antics, because the laughter sounded like an evil round of dark chorus angels, it was simply melodious his evil ears.
As the laughter finally ended Ghirahim stood up from his fetal position, hoping that his problem was gone, but he found no such luck as he looked down to see the straining bulge still prominent in the skin tight suit. He wanted to hide under a rock and never come out as he heard Demise speak quietly, "You can take a stop to the restroom before you leave to deliver." He practically feel the other man's gaze on him, and Ghirahim felt a whirl of shame as he walked by the man and pushed open the cart doors with his hands holding a dish towel like a waiter to hide his hard-on.
"Not that that will be helpful," Ghirahim muttered as he got outside, "I can't even unzip this damn skin tight suit at a-AH!" Ghirahim shrieked as he felt his arm being pulled back into the food cart harshly, almost enough to break his arm. As soon as he was dragged back into the food cart the doors shut closed, and the pale man was roughly pressed against it, the younger man's face rubbing against the cold metal almost painfully. He couldn't even speak as he heard a zipper being unzipped behind him, and instantly Ghirahim's mind jumped to one main thought, 'My boss is going to rape me.'
Suddenly and without warning, Ghirahim desparately wriggled away from the grip and tried to find the handles for the double doors to the cart with his free hands, because he knew he could never fight the man off.. The pale man felt himself panic a little as the unzipping sound stopped, most likely because the older man was done unzipping. Ghirahim closed his eyes hoping and praying to the goddesses that he had this all wrong, and that his crazy chaotic boss wasn't about to rape him.
"There, now go take care of your problem before you deliver, I don't want customers thinking that we are perverts, an give our restaurant a bad name because you can't keep your thoughts out of the gutter." Mr. Demise spoke gruffly behind him, probably the softest he had ever heard his boss' voice, and somehow that made Ghirahim feel a little guilty. The younger man tried to turn around and see his boss Mr. Demise, but as soon as he attempted to do so the doors in front of him flew open, and he was shoved out with a single command, "Hurry up and get done Brat!"
This command was followed by a slam of the doors behind Ghirahim, and the young employee was still scrambling to get on his feet to be able to relieve his problem. He couldn't believe that he had thought his boss would rape him, because obviously if he had wanted to do so he would have done so in the first place, after all he did black mail him into working at Diamond Deals anyway. The orange haired male could have just added "sex" to his list of demands earlier.
'He probably has a weird fetish or something.' The pale man thought, moreover because for all the time Ghirahim had been living with Mr. Demise, not once had the man brought home anyone. Heck, the man never even left the apartment once work was over with. 'I wonder if he's ever had sex? Or does he just jack off while I live with him and cope with it?' it was an interesting thought since the man never left the building and never invited anyone in. 'I don't have time for that right now considering my problem won't go away.'
Ghirahim cursed under his breath as he strutted to the public restrooms awkwardly, opening the men's side and hiding in a closed stall. He panted slightly as his member swelled up painfully in the now unzipped suit. Gingerly, Ghirahim stripped himself, pulling the tight fabric to and fro until he was free from its confinement. Most of his lower half, from his hips down to his toes, was still covered, but it was just enough to free his cock from the skin tight fabric. He sighed in relief as it sprung upwards in arousal and freedom.
Hesitantly, the pale hand touched the underside of his member with a silent gasp escaping his lips as his cold hands started to stroke his member. Ghirahim couldn't help, but shiver at the contrast in temperature. His lecherous mind started flashing images of the sexy stranger in his head, making him smile as he vividly imagined the man wrapped in chains and hot black leather. This was a very common fantasy Ghirahim had while sleeping, he couldn't help himself. The red haired stranger looked damn good in leather.
"Oh, yeah…" Ghirahim breathed out as his imagination became an animation in his head, he could see himself scratching the man teasingly, nipping him everywhere, and the man begging for him to touch him practically anywhere on his body. It was priceless to Ghirahim, seeing a man cry was one of the greatest turn ons for him, well, that and BDSM in general. Ghirahim was a sadistic so of a bitch, there was no lie in this statement at all. Ghirahim loved to make men crawl on their knees before him, begging, pleading, crying, needy, and such. Ghirahim was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't even realize he was full on stroking himself, leaning against the wall for support as his fantasy overwhelmed him.
But then something strange happened, his animation changed dramatically. The stranger was no longer able to be seen in his fantasy, and everywhere he turned there was white. The pale man began to panic fretfully, because he could feel it so sharply now, he was almost there. He could practicaly taste his climax coming, but he needed an extra push. Then he heard a gruff familiar voice behind him, whispering in his ear huskily, "Cum for me, brat!"
That was all Ghirahim needed to hear before he came hard, only gasping a single breath as a curse left his lips when he felt his climax crash overhead. The pale man was panting as he came back down from his sex high of stars with confusion written on his face. He knew that voice so well, in fact, it was one he heard every day. 'What the hell?' That voice had not been the red headed stranger, it had been his boss' voice. 'How on earth can that bastard's voice get me off like that?!'
Ghirahim felt his legs give a little as all the tension fell away from his shoulders, but somehow Ghirahim still stood in complete shock.'Am I attracted to Mr. Demise? NO! That man doesn't probably even know how to upkeep proper hygiene! OH GODDESS, THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!' Ghirahim felt himself panic and hyperventilate as he remembered the gruff voice once more, 'Cum for me, brat!' Ghirahim's face exploded red as he practically wanted to slam his head against the bathroom stall wall! Never in his life had Ghirahim been attracted to someone he didn't like, but now his stupid hormones were playing jokes on him. There was no way he could be attracted to that…that brute!
"I guess I really need to have sex, that's it! The only reason I thought of him was because he is the person I am constantly with! That makes sense!" Ghirahim whispered assuredly to himself. He felt that panic that had risen in his chest slowly calm itself as he thought about it a little more and came up with a solution, he was definitely going out tonight into town to get laid! If he got some sex in his system then he wouldn't think about Mr. Demise at all! Coyly, Ghirahim grinned as he came out of the restroom looking cleaner then when he walked in, and the rest of hisshift, not once did his eyes look at his employer Mr. Demise.
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 look if you got another 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, well at least in my case. 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
A snort fell from the older man as he read the new alias of his mysterious…'hmm…What would this man be to me exactly? I really never thought about a label for him. Penpal? Friend? Something more perhaps?' Ganondorf felt the edges of his mouth rise upwards in a small grin. It was an interesting predicament that he found himself in, but he was truly enjoying every minute of it. The boy truly was breathtaking in his formal words, but he was only 17 years old. The fact that the young man was able to write in such a way at a young age was impressive, and what was even more impressive was the fact that the boy had humor despite being so polite. Most people who write formally, at least from his experience, never had good humor in their writing, but the boy managed to be polite while being positively humorous about any subject he spoke of.
He felt a little smile grace his face again as he imagined what type of boy he would be, but he quickly quit this little simulation as he realized something. He knew nothing physical about him at all, no features, no height nor weight, nothing. 'There's something else I can ask him about, his else could I ask him about? Oh, I could ask him what he meant by, "not one for words".' Maybe that meant he was shy or unable to speak at all. Not one for words could mean a lot of things, and the more he thought about it the more cross he became on the subject. The red haired male gripped the letter a little more a realized quickly enough he had crinkled it a bit too hard. That's why he tried to not over think things, he easily lost sight of his surroundings, it happened far too often for Ganondorf's liking.
Gently, the red haired male flipped over the paper and pulled out his black pen with ease from his black hoodie, all while praising the fact that it hadn't fallen out from his hoodie on the jog to the park. His pen started to write the first part with ease, because he imagined last night some questions he would ask B. Eagle, but now he had new ones as well. 'B. Eagle,' the red haired man laughed richly as his mind pictured a Beagle instead of a Bald Eagle. The boss of the Gerudo wondered if the boy was aware of his subtle humor, or the effect it had on him.
Dear B. Eagle,
Hello once again, I would like to first ask you something before I forget while writing this letter to you. I would like to know something about your appearance, or at least something more about you. How about we try to ask the other 3 questions about the other at the end of each letter? I feel it will be a more effective way of knowing more about the other. I will go first since I proposed this idea, but you are free to refuse answering any questions if you wish.
Did you know your new pen name is quite funny to me, mostly because it reminds of a Beagle (like the dog breed) instead of your intentional Bald Eagle? I mean no offence by this statement, but I wondered if you thought of that when you wrote it to me. I got quite a laugh out of it. I am also impressed by your talented writing skills at such a young age. I am also interested in how you pay your friend. Is there any way that I may pay him for sending our letters back and forth considering I also read and write them?
So, your eyes wonder in my direction? I am flattered by that, many would rather run screaming than look at me at all. You may watch me and look at me all you like. The fact that you are male or younger than I am does not bother me at all, because you seem very mature for your age even if it may be just through your writing. Plus, I would never throw away a perfectly good letter in a trash can, especially one with such exquisite handwriting that would just be a horrendous crime against all calligraphy.
Here are my 3 questions for you:
1)A physical feature you have?
2)Will there be a day I can meet you?
3)Are you interested in me in a romantic way?
By the way Mr. Invisible, if you do like me in a sexual way, you will need to make me fall for you. Do you think you are up to the challenge?
~Mr. Wolf
Frustrated, he stared at the paper, rereading it more than once with a judgmental stare. "I wonder if I will scare him off with such intimidating words", they almost seemed like the death threat letters he would send to his enemies in the black of night. There was another skill to put on his list of bad habits, whenever he tried to word something just right it always turned into something threatening, he would have to work on that. Especially if he was going to be writing to his new potential love interest all the time. Ganondorf felt a small welling in his chest as he placed the newly folded letter back into its confinement.
'Am I really fine with dating a man, and one I have never even met?' The red haired male wondered with a tinge of worry, what if things got out of hand? 'Technically, I didn't say yes, but at the same time I didn't say no, and not to mention he's younger than me.' Ganondorf propped his head up with one hand, stroking his beard with his thumb stuck in his thoughts until he heard another definite voice in his head. The dark skinned male had to agree with it as it said truthfully, 'You want this man, you want to meet him, you want to know more about him, and what's more, you, the Dark King of the Gerudo tribe want to give the boy the chance to become something more to you. You think he is interesting and you crave to know more, give him a chance.' The Dark King thought about the boy becoming his lover, and you know what, it wasn't unappealing to him at all.
Link, a boy of only 17, watched as Mr. Wolf opened his letter quickly as though it were a present on Christmas, and began to read it eagerly. Even though the blonde haired boy couldn't see the man's exact expression because of his hoodie, he could tell when the man laughed. It was noticeable to him from a distance as the man shook a little, and Link couldn't help but wonder something. What did the man's laugh sound like? Was it a deep laughter or was it more of a hyena laughter? Did he laugh and smile often?
What did the man sound like normally? Link craved to one day hear the man say his name, and hopefully to his face instead of through a little letter. He watched as the man glanced upward just enough for the blonde haired boy to catch a glimpse of the man's face. His dark complexion matched beautifully with his intricate red hair in the afternoon sun, but sadly that was all Link could see of the man from this distance, but what he saw made him swoon.
Without a sound, the teenager turned in his swivel chair back to his computer that was filled with words, tables, charts and big figures, all of which involved the financial reporting of the Goron tribe. It had been a request of one of his clan mates to type it up for the tribe meeting tomorrow, because they would be discussing all issues within the tribes of Gorons. That usually meant that Link had to go as well, but he was not needed if he could type up these reports fast enough, so with speed of a cheetah Link raced to the end of them with relative ease.
It was a mind boggling fact that he was the only one who knew how to do this stuff in the whole tribe. He truly wondered how they had lived without him for so long. Link leaned back against the chair with a sigh and stretched back for a moment, relaxing his muscles instantly. The blonde teen swiveled back towards the window in hopes of seeing his red haired stranger still in the park.
"Boy, he has already left the park. It is 4 o'clock " Link yelped, surprised by the man's voice coming from utter nowhere, and the surprise was enough to make Link jump back too far in the unsteady black swivel chair. The sound of the chair crashing to the hard wood floor was lost to Link as he felt the wind rush out of him in an instant. He realized that he had also hit the wooden floor with a loud 'thunk' straight on his back.
For a moment he heard nothing except the laughter of the Happy Window Washer at the window, and then he grunted a little as a headache overwhelmed the momentary pain. "Dear boy, did you honestly believe he would stay for 3 hours?" The window washer said with an inquisitive yet mocking look. Blankly Link frowned a little at the comment, mostly because he thought it was still early in the afternoon.
"Child, you are quite the handful aren't you?" The copper haired man asked with the mocking ever present grin still perfectly centered on his face, and Link had to silently agree as he stood up from the dirty floor, brushing off bits of dust from his pants. He had thought by now that he had knew all the Happy Window Washer's tricks, but the man still managed to surprise him every day whether it be with words or actions. Link went over to the window after he picked up the chair from the floor, sighing as he felt the chill of fall coming onto his skin. It reminded him of something that he didn't want to remember.
"In fall time," Link said softly with a pause as he looked at the man, "will you still see me?" The man stared at Link for a moment longer then smiled sadly," No child, I cannot stay for more than a week, because once the chill sets in for fall. You already knew the answer child, yet you still ask every year." It was the same every year, the Window Washer would disappear from his life for 4 months and then return, acting as if he had never left, but each time he disappeared the blonde boy realized something, he would be alone once more.
It was true that he had Darunia and the other tribe members, but there is a time during the week of Christmas where Darunia and the others would leave in a Goron only trip. During that time, Link would be alone on Christmas. It was not Darunia's intention to leave Link on the week of Christmas, but during that time period it was like they were birds, they were each born with an internal GPS that took them away from where they were for a whole month. Link never knew where they had or even if they went to the same place every time, but he never asked them.
Soon the Hylian boy would have to go through that lonliness once more, and what was worse was that when he looked down at the park he would see families and couples skating together on the ice. It made him feel things he did not want to feel, jealousy, envy, and sadness. Link looked down on the park before him with a searching look on his face as he thought long and hard on one subject. Then, he thought of another problem that was more pressing then the last.
How on earth would he communicate with the man once fall set in with no messenger because what if he was seen by Mr. Wolf before he was ready! He felt his mind blur with all that could go wrong with that scenario. Then, suddenly behind him his phone started to ring loudly with a peppy tune he had learned to play from his sister, bringing Link back to the present automatically. He rushed over the table and smiled as he saw Darunia's name on the phone. Quickly, Link clicked the phone button and answered with a simple, "Hello", as he said it, he heard loud noises in the background, which was not uncommon at all for Gorons since every meeting for them turned into a party. So, most likely, Darunia was having the time of his life with all the other clans, "Hey Link, are you being good over there? I hear that you are doing the financial reports for the meeting between the tribes."
"Yeah," Link replied tersely, a smile permanently on his face, and the blonde haired boy couldn't help but feel pride when Darunia spoke again, "That's amazing! See I told you my brother is truly amazing! Ha! He is so cool that he made financial reports for the meeting next week and is already done with them! Unlike you guys, MY LITTLE BROTHER IS A GENIUS!" Link chuckled slightly as he heard Darunia yell at most likely other Gorons, boasting about him, and he probably was more than a little drunk. "When will you be home?" the blonde boy asked monotonely through the phone, he really did not want to get his hopes up if it turned out to be longer than he thought. "Fairly soon actually, guess what brother?" he seemed excited as he spoke. "hmm?" Link replied.
"The Dark King skipped going to the meeting this year! That means we get to come home 4 days earlier than usual! " , Darunia was not being mean when he said that the Dark King skipped the meeting, because Darunia actually hated to spend time away from home and his people, so it was never personally against the man. From what Link had heard the Dark King was a brutal negotiator who could goad anyone to get what he wanted, he was very skilled in his profession and very wise.
He was called the Dark King though from his wardrobe and pinpoint way of knowing when something would fail. The mystical King, who may even have psychic powers as some may argue, was especially good when it came to the field of decision making. In Link's opinion, the man was indeed a ruler, and indeed a leader, and Darunia had told him the man was honest and strong of heart, so he liked him.
"Okay." Link replied, and the call ended with Darunia saying how much he loved his little brother all over again, and how much he wanted to hug his little brother. Link clicked the red button, and suddenly had an idea! Phones! Everyone had them, so certainly Mr. Wolf had one too! That was the way they could communicate! A smile of triumph crossed his face as he turned back to the window washer who had a confused look on his face.
"Why are you smiling like that child? Did Darunia say he would come back earlier?" he asked with a smile of his own as the prideful teenager held his phone upward, and with his other hand he grabbed the letter the Window Washer had placed on the window sill. Slowly, the copper haired man smiled slyly and replied with, "Oh, that's why you're smiling." Because in an instant the man understood what the boy was going for. He saw the young teenager opened the letter and began to read it with an eager look on his face. He watched as the boy's face began to light up like a Christmas tree light, and with each passing moment and strange assortment of expressions, the older man became curious, especially when the boy's face blushed beet red.
"Child! Would you bring the letter over here please? Your constant change in expressions is making me crazy! What does it say?!" without a word the boy walked the letter over to the Window Washer and instantly the man's eyes scanned over the letter, a little chuckle escaped him as he finished the letter with a smile. "Oh my child, I think he really likes you, and he's a feisty one too~!" Link felt himself blush even harder as the man spoke. He quickly grabbed the new piece of paper and wrote furiously on it, it would be his final letter, if the man accepted it.
Dear Mr. Wolf,
Since you asked the questions I will answer them with the most sincerity I have.
1)I am a Hylian boy and I have blonde hair.
2)How about on my 18th birthday next week on that Monday at the same place the letters arrive at? Is that a good place and time for you?
3)Yes, yes I do have feelings for you in that way.
Thank you for the compliment on my calligraphy, I pride myself in it somewhat so I am glad you appreciate it. The payment that is paid to my friend is my own creation of cookies, so do not fret over the price, but sadly he will be gone for 3 months so Mr. Wolf I would like to request a different route of communication, do you have a cell phone? If you do please put my number in its phone book (1-317-455-9085) under my real name, Link. I would love to also acquire your number as well, that way I know it is you texting or calling my cellular device.
Here are my 3 questions to you:
1)Why do you wear your black hoodie to the park every day?
2)Do you like sweets?
3)Do you love puzzles and games? If so, what kind of games?
By the way, Mr. Wolf, I promise to make you fall for me no matter what! Even if I am not very pretty or rich, I will try my best, and I hope I meet you soon. I also have another hope that I dare to dream, that one day I may hold your strong hand in my own smaller one and walk through the very park we met at, and then we would spend Christmas together. Wouldn't that be great? I feel like it is still a dream to see you laugh and smile reading something I wrote to you. So I will chase after you Mr. Wolf, because you are my prey!
Sincerely,
~Link
Aryes: Oh my gosh guys! I finally did it! :D I finally got the next chapter up before the end of November! Just like i said i would! I hope you guys like it! Please tell me if you do, plus I would love any suggestions that you have to give. It really helps get my creative thinking cap on and working! I love you all, and your reviews!, I think this will be my 1st story to reach 20 reviews! *squeals* I hope to get the next chapter out before the end of December! (Maybe even Christmas Eve!) :) Thank you for reading this small rambling of mine :)
Also, my apologies to those I have offended with the 'rape' situation, it was not my intention to make fun of it at all, please accept my apologies, because I do not plan to make anymore of them. I would want everyone to enjoy my story, I hope i did not offend too many people by this, if I did I am sorry.
~Aryes
