Well guys, I'm back. I decided to continue this story (a convenient year later, merry Christmas to all of you!) because I can never get enough of this pair. Enjoy, I'll see what I can do. U_u
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Ganon x Link chapter 4
Ganondorf let the door close softly behind him, leaning against the wall. His massive figure sagged slightly against it. What had he just done? Had he just—taken the Hero of Time? He felt no regrets; no, regrets weren't like him. This was a new emotion entirely, and that angered him. Ganondorf's golden eyes alit in fervour as he pushed himself off the wall and stalked down the halls.
A Bokoblin met him as he walked, grunting its concerns about the prisoner. It mentioned that, did Ganondorf realize the danger he put himself in by keeping such power inside the castle? Ganondorf nearly wrung its neck at the thought, slapping the creature away. "There is no concern! Absolutely none!" he hissed to himself. "If anything, my Power is much stronger because of the triforce present. Besides, I need him if I want to resume my purpose in the world of Light." That must be it- that was definitely why Ganondorf kept him alive and well here. The Bokoblin, still following with its head bowed, gave a pitiful mewl and nodded.
Yes, Ganondorf had his plans for the prisoner. He was going to make the Hero of Time pay—he was going to break him. For hundreds of years, he'd been beaten and unable to accept defeat by the triforce of Power, forced to live with his constant belittlement while the triforce of Courage revived the Hero of Time. It was his turn for glory, for achievement, for reign— even at the cost of the Hero's prife and life. Especially at that cost. He was going to keep the Hero here for the next few weeks, slowly shattering what pride he had left. And then he was going to return to world of Light, leaving Link in the Twili realm for good, and take what was his. Ganondorf was going to enjoy seeing the boy grovel—but something unnerved him. He couldn't place why he'd shown the boy tenderness in the first place. Hell, it didn't matter.
Link dug at the sheets of the bed with clammy fingers, ignoring the strips of hair that fell in his eyes. He shook, eyebrows furrowing in confusion and anger. He couldn't accept what had just happened—it was too impossible. His most hated enemy, the enemy that he'd been risking limb and starvation for years had just—… Link let out a roar of frustration, batting at the sheets that cupped him softly. The bed was too soft, the room was too small, the food was too good! He'd left that abandoned by the edge of the bed. He curled his lip in revulsion and took a bite of a roll that was still a little warm. He hated it. He hated the kindness.
Over the next day (he couldn't even tell the hours in this windowless nightmare of a room), he deliberated how this could happen. He wondered what could possess Ganondorf to keep Link prisoner here instead of just killing his strongest enemy. The idea that Ganondorf had feelings for him danced across his mind for a brief moment before Link batted it away with a laugh. The thought that he needed Link also crossed his mind, and it seemed plausible too; but Link knew that Ganondorf wouldn't stoop so low as to need someone else. There had to a different reason, Link just assumed it to torture.
Without his weapons, without his double clawshot and his trusty master sword, Link was powerless. His triforce glowed blearily at Link, his only comfort in such a dark place. It felt warm like sunlight against his skin, and enforced Link's resolution to escape tenfold. And at that moment it came to him. The longing stroke of grass, the thrill of running endlessly—it'd be his. He had just the plan, horrible as it may be. He smirked and rested back on the bed, staring up at the ornate canopy.