Aryes: Hey guys! I got another chapter finally up, I got stuck along the way, but I'll make it and it may take like a week longer than a month to put up these chapter's because they are so long, I hope you guys like this one.

WARNING (READ THIS!) : There is an OC in here but he will not be used for romantic materials! You may never see him again in this, but in this chapter I felt he was needed. Usually I hate OCs in my stories and avoid them at all costs but I felt this one was needed. Also this is Yaoi! (BOY X BOY, MALE X MALE, SO YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!)

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the scenarion and the OC(s). Thank you.

Chapter 4: The Connection of Curiosity

"Brother, what does love mean?" Link asked Darunia with a inquisitive voice. The little blonde Hylian boy was sitting on Darunia's lap as they did every night before bedtime, usually Darunia told his young brother a story of adventure, but tonight he had told a story that was different. In the story Darunia had said a word that Link did not know, love.

The Goron boss had just finished a wonderful story of a young confident boy who defeated a villain and fell in love with the princess. A great story in the beginning, but at the end Link was lost. Darunia laughed as he watched his little brother climb upwards to him as he waited for an answer, "Well little brother! Love is a feeling, most can't even explain it but people say love is the greatest feeling in the world!"

Link looked at the older Goron with wide eyes in disbelief and Darunia had to admit that the 5 year old boy truly had the face down to a T, "Really!? Is it better than fighting or-or hunting!?"

Darunia laughed heartily at Link's skepticism and strange eagerness for learning new words. Darunia then asked mockingly, "So you think hunting and fighting is better than being with your Big brother?"

Link gasped as though that were the worst thing he had ever heard, quickly shaking his head hastily, and suddenly hugging Darunia tightly, "No! Big brother is better than hunting and fighting together! Big brother is the best!" A smile graced the older goron as he felt Link tighten his grip even further, his cute little brother was so innocent that it was comical.

"That is what love is Link, a feeling of needing someone or wanting someone near you, and wanting to protect them." Link looked up at the Goron boss with curious eyes as the older man tousled his blonde hair playfully.

"I love you Link."

That was the first and last time Link had ever heard his name from his older brother, and he would never forget it.

Never.

_Dear Mr. Wolf,

Since you asked the questions I will answer them with the most sincerity I have.

I am a Hylian boy and I have blonde hair.

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?

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:

Why do you wear your black hoodie to the park every day?

Do you like sweets?

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

Intently, Ganondorf held the letter up and began to chuckle at the others childish blunder. Despite the teenage boy being an excellent writer, he had forgotten a key point in his letter. The teenager had told him the where, the who, the how, and the why, but he had forgotten the most important detail, the why! After Ganondorf stopped internally chucking at the boy's mistake, he trailed his eyes down through the rest of the letter more critically as a small smile slipped onto his rugged face, making him appear more like his real age. With every word the older man he felt his heart warm at the others words. It seemed that the young adolescent had decided to accept his challenge, but Ganondorf wondered if the teenager could really make him fall in love. It would most certainly be a hard challenge considering that he, the boss of the Gerudo, had been pursued by many beautiful people, but never had a single one captured his heart or his interest at all.

Lazily, the red headed business man brushed the solemn thought aside and continued to read the letter, smiling warmly at the others sentiments that seemed to rise off the paper into his mind. The teenager certainly had a way with his words that made Ganondorf yearn to make them reality. It was as if the boy's earnest thoughts and wants were portrayed with his words, and his emotions.

"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."

This passage of the letter somehow made him picture it a little, even if he didn't know very much about the other from just from their short descriptions of the other. From the letters they have sent so far Ganondorf could imagine the basics though, the boy being probably smaller than him in stature and width wise. Probably feminine looking based on him being from Hylian decent and having blonde hair, so he was probably very shy, but intelligent looking as well. That was all he could visualize about him, and so far Ganondorf found each trait very charming somehow in their own way.

Hylians rarely wanted anything to do with Gerudos, but this Hylian boy seemed to be different in many ways and this difference was definitely an improvement to how the Gerudo viewed Hylians all together as a race. This boy was indeed changing him, perhaps even for the better. Ganondorf felt a pull at his chest and felt a flutter in his stomach as he thought about the other, like where he might be, or what he was doing. Then he remembered the boy's words, "My eyes are just drawn to you as I sit working." A strange flutter again happened in his stomach as he looked upwards at the sky.

Ganondorf began looking around at the buildings in the area, and narrowed down how many could actually see his face from where he sat at the bench now, there were only two possibilities and both were large buildings. So he smiled gently at them, hoping his mysterious writer would see his face and know he was enjoying his letter. He knew that he was not supposed to try to seduce the other, but he couldn't help but admire the courage that his little penpal had, to be able to send letters to a big Gerudo male like himself. It made him want to be a little more proactive towards meeting and pulling in the other. That was one trait that the Gerudo himself prided on, having courage, and Ganondorf knew that it was a trait that rarely was achieved by many so maybe he felt the Hylian deserved a little reward for his trials.

The red headed man read further down in the letter till he got to the end then paused at the signature, it was signed 'Link'. It was sudden, Ganondorf felt his shoulders slump as he felt his instincts kick in, and they were telling him that the name was familiar to him somehow. At times like this he needed to take his mind off of it so his mind didn't panic and jump too wearly to conclusions. Ganondorf took the last bite out of his sandwich, hastily finishing it throwing away the wrapper and the empty cup out into the garbage can beside him which was also blue.

Tiredly, the Gerudo boss tried to search his brain for it, but somehow he could not find anything at all. 'How strange.' the red head thought to himself, 'Where on earth could I have heard his name from?' That was the main question going through his mind, could it have been from one of his enemies? His allies? Or just from a TV show or magazine or something completely harmless in general? This panicky thought was quickly analyzed and confirmed as a real possibility.

Regardless, Ganondorf felt confident in his gut that he hadn't heard the name from an enemy, the boy was just too sincere to be tricking him plus he would've most likely remembered it if it came from a nemesis. It was probably just another word that got caught in his ears that's all. The Gerudo careful looked at the questions again so he could write about them. 1- Why do you wear a black hoodie? 2 – Do you like sweets? 3 – Do you like puzzles and games? If so what type?

Each question was a reasonable one, and Ganondorf thought up a few of his own for the boy as he held the letter gingerly in his hands, starting to fold it into a smaller piece of paper and put it in his left pocket. Then, he reached in his other hoodie pocket and grabbed out a folded blank piece of paper. The red haired man gripped the paper tightly but realized that the wind was too windy to write on his lap today. Ganondorf stood up and walked over to the Diamond Deals food truck and sat down at a table that was set up there. He took out a pen from the envelope his curious penpal always sent him and began to write, holding down the paper as it fluttered trying to escape.

Dear Link,

You are indeed an interesting man, and now I have a name to put to the formal letters. I have to tell you something though, you seem to have not put the time for our meeting next Monday. Will it be the same time that I come every day? Unfortunately, I do not come to the park on weekends because of work, so I will not be able to pick up your note in time to get that day into my schedule on time, so here is my number so that you may contact me the time, 1-317-600-4352. Also I must say that I am completely excited to see how you intend to seduce me, I cannot wait.

I wear it for simplicity, and to hide my appearance. You see, getting out of the office, I actually tell them that I am napping during the time when I come to the park so I wear it so if anyone I know from work comes here they won't know it's me, and...it's pretty comfortable.

I do enjoy sweets, but don't tell my coworkers. I like to maintain my tough appearance in front of them so I rarely eat sweets in front of them.

I like all kinds of puzzles and games, and usually I win them. My favorite type of game would be mind games, because I enjoy testing my knowledge on things, that's why I always win.

As much as I enjoy answering your inquisitive questions, I would like to ask more of my own about you. You interest me very much, and I would like to know more about the man who wants me to fall in love with him. I will ask you 4 questions of you this time.

1) What is your favorite season?

2) What do you find so attractive about me?

3) Which building are you in?

4) Would you like anything for your birthday?

Sincerely,

~Mr. Wolf

Quickly, Ganondorf folded the letter up and put it in the envelope along with the pen, and he walked back over to his bench, knowing full well it was a cheap move to not sign his own name when the other already did, but he was infamous around these parts. Maybe he didn't want to scare away his new pursuer? Perhaps he really wanted this man to make him fall in love, Ganondorf sincerely wanted those words to come true, but he did not want to hope for something to happen when it never could so he wanted to see how this would work out in the end before it even began. That's how it always was, but somehow this time Ganondorf felt different about this.

This relationship was making him want to be different than the others. He didn't want to just walk away when things got serious or run away at possibilities of hurt, somehow this boy made him want to live in the moment and enjoy what they have, which really wasn't that much right now, but it was becoming something quickly and Ganondorf was curious about the other very much so. This was the first time Ganondorf had ever pursued something blindly, and he hoped it wouldn't lead him off the edge of a cliff.

Ganondorf walked briskly to the blue bench but paused as he saw a strange man sitting on the blue bench and staring at him intently. It unnerved the red head slightly that orange haired male on the bench was watching him like a stalker did, but he put on a gruff face as he walked to the bench. "Do you need something?" Ganondorf gritted out slightly as he stood a few feet away from the other, but his tone was not hostile in the slightest rather more curious. The other man looked at him and smiled widely and almost creepily as he spoke casually, "So you're the man that my friend has a crush on huh~?" Ganondorf froze a little he processed his words the orange haired male had said, 'friend?'

"I am here to deliver that letter to him, because usually you are gone about this time and the wind is picking up so I decided to give it to him a little earlier~" The man commented offhandedly but the Gerudo's heart dropped as the other man spoke about time. 'Oh goddesses be damned, what time is it!?' Quickly, Ganondorf glanced at his watch and his golden sandy coloured eyes widened almost comically as he saw it. He only had 12 minutes to get to back in time for the twins to get him from his nap! He needed to start running back to the office fast or they would figure out everything. "Here then, thank you for delivering our letters. I am sorry also for our short meeting, but I am very late so I must be on my way right now."

The copper haired man simply nodded in understanding as he was handed the white letter that fluttered in the wind, threatening to blow away, and then Ganondorf started his tiring run back to the office in a hurry. The Happy Window Washer simply held the letter in his hand and looked back up to see the large figure of his friend's crush slowly fading and the Happy Window Washer couldn't help but mutter, "Young love,...how naïve they are to this world's cruelty, seeing nothing but the other and getting drunk off of each others affections...Oh how I wish I could be young once more like that. Ignorance like that must be bliss." Then, the copper haired man disappeared, on his way to his impatient friend who lived upon his tower-like building, like a modern day princess.

After the Gerudo's exhausting run back to the office and wonderful climb through the fire escape, he pulled off the comfy clothes and stuffed them back in the shopping bag with zeal, clearly not caring if he made noise in the process. Then, with the quickness of a lion he redressed himself as a business man and practically jumped onto the couch, sighing and kicking off his shoes with ease. The messy looking red head sat on the black leather couch and held up his phone to check for any missed messages or calls, but there were none which was indeed a good thing. He put the phone back onto his expensive table and wondered briefly whether or not Link would text him the time for their meeting today. Ganondorf moved a little on the couch and thought about the the strange man in the purple jumpsuit he had met earlier, was he that friend that Link had talked about? He probably was considering the man the teenager spoke of was the messenger of their letters. He layed on the couch calming his breathing to a more normal pace just as he heard the knock of a door.

Calmly, Ganondorf groaned as if he had been asleep and inquired with a raspy voice, "yes?" "Sir, you have requested that I wake you up for your meeting today." the voice belonged to one of his two body guards but at the moment he could not place whether it was Solari or Lunadi, but he simply asked another question, "I see, what's still on my schedule for today?" With a swift movement he stood up from the leather couch which squeaked from the small movement and he readjusted his grey tie with expertise, he had done this motion so many times that it was habit. "You have two meetings left, one now at one of our warehouses with Wren Gallavant to discuss the price of shipping our products, and the other meeting is at the "Black Forest" bar with the owner Roller D. Kriller to discuss their alcohol shipment price." Ganondorf frowned, making his face more hardened as he walked to the double doors hoping the day would go fast so that he could relax at home and finally get some free time.

Demise watched his wrist watch tediously as the minute hand slowly ticked by next to the second hand and the hour hand. His mind kept rewinding back to the moment only a few days earlier, when his only employee got a hard on in the middle of work. A situation that had made him panic a little, but luckily he had controlled his reaction pretty well with anger. The worst thing was that he was fixated on why the other had gotten a boner at work, and his mind was lewdly supplying answers full of false hope. The hope was that the white haired man was thinking of him when he got it, but Mr. Demise knew the truth crystal clear.

The kid hated him from the core of his little gay heart and that was the end of his hoping. The white haired man rarely spoke to him unless he was complaining, or mocking the orange haired male's sense of fashion and hygiene in one blow. It was annoying and depressing all the same to be hated by the one he held dearly in his heart, and the worse part was the fact that he had fallen for his pale coworker. Truth be told, Demise had not even thought about his employee like that until he saw the boy come back home hopelessly drunk and crying one day a few months ago.

When he had seen the full on tears fall down the boy's pale hurt face, he couldn't resist the urge to hug the poor boy who had cried about his boyfriend leaving him in his arms all night. None of that had mattered though as he had held the boy tightly in his arms, that was when the first dirty thought had came to him, 'He fits perfectly in my arms.' That was how all of it started, this twisted mind game called love, and as the days went by it became worse like a disease in his head that controlled his thoughts. A week ago Demise had woken up to sticky sheets because of a wet dream of the minx and him together. With every day that passes his dirty mind brought more lewd images to the point where it wants to ignite this invisible relationship to a flame.

Last night, Demise had made a plan to go out tonight to see if he could relieve some of his sexual tension, if only so he could wake up with dry sheets. So here he was at a gay bar, sitting at the bar with a shot glass in hand. He was dressed out of his comfort zone, wearing a green tank top (which was very strange considering he rarely wore a shirt at all), warm brown fuzzy jacket, black tight jeans, and brown work shoes. He held the glass tenderly as he swirled the contents of it in sheer boredom, while his other hand tapping the counter in a habitual rhythm. The orange haired male had been there for about 1 hour, but he had not been approached at all by anyone. This was not surprising at all, but he could no help the sigh rolling off of him, along with his hopes to relieve his stress.

"Hey Demie Bear~ Are you having a hard time?" asked Momma, the wonderful bar tender whom everyone usually calls Momma, but Demise had known Momma more intimately than that. Momma was a thin brunette who was rather small like a woman, his green eyes a shade brighter than a normal green so they sparkled like grass with dew water in the morning. He leaned on the black sleek counter in an white apron and black T-shirt and looked to be in his 30's. "Yeah you could say that,"

Demise sighed but he looked up and continued in a nicer tone, "..I haven't been here in a while Momma, it's nice to see you." He smiled at the brunette, the reason he could talk like this with Momma was because they had dated a long while back before he had become a bartender. Momma had been a wonderful lover, but they had both wanted different things and often they didn't stay in each others company other than to fuck, so they separated a few years back.

"So Demie, why are you here? Are you sulking again about that cutie you are living with but NOT fucking?" Demise laughed heartily at Momma's stress on the word NOT. Momma had always hated people living together when one liked the other, but the other oblivious to it or straight. Momma always asked why torture yourself that way, and now I truly understand what he meant, Momma was truly too compassionate for us at the bar. Always thinking about us so kindly even if we had run in with troubles and such.

Momma stared at Demise from the counter snapping the older man back from his reverie. "Plus, does he even know how you treat your lovers differently from anyone else, I mean look at me, you used to snap at me all the time before we had become lovers. Try and at least persuade him to sleep with you, even if it is only once he'll see a big change in behavior from you." Momma said already knowing the answer, he had not told the other man a thing about how he acts differently. "I can't tell him Momma." Demise said darkly.

"He already hates me...You can't cure that kind of spiteful hatred." Momma nodded carefully at Demise's words, but then spoke vehemently."But! You can get a lover at least and stop torturing yourself so much, even a sex friend would do. Hell, I would even do it for you considering how pent up you are. There is no telling when you will blow a fuse Demie, and permanently scar us all with your rush of anger, and drinking is not helping you!" Demise sighed deeply, knowing that Momma as always was right when it came to emotions, considering how many emotional people he dealt with in a bar. He did have a tendency to get very angry when his temper and his sexual frustration were at a point, especially when mixed with alcohol, it could be explosive. Momma moved away from Demise to get another drink for other customers.

"Hello sweetie, what an I get for ya?" Momma's chipper voice asked loudly over the roar of the crowd, but the one who responded to it was very familiar sounding to Demise. "I'll have a scotch on the rocks." the response was instant and no hesitation in it with a deep conviction, "Give this guy a rusty nail on me." Demise looked over to see his most frequent customer pointing straight at him with a dead look on his face. Demise looked the man over, just to make sure he wasn't hallucinating from the alcohol in his veins. The red haired man looked as professional as ever with a black suit that fit rather well, and seemed to accentuate his dark skin, probably picked out for that very reason.

"What are you doing here?" There was a pause of silence between them that was interrupted by the sound of two drinks being placed in front of them after Demise asked. The orange and black haired male's cup was wider while the other was more straight with a business like feel to it. "Even your drink choice is business like..." The bulkier man muttered as he caught the other man with a small smirk which only appeared when the man thought of something amusing to him.

"I do tend to like it for other reasons you know?" Demise felt a small laugh leave him and he felt two pairs of eyes on him, one from Mr. Dragmire and the other from Momma who was serving a drink to a customer. "You are a true enigma, even after all these years, you are still very unpredictable." A clink of a glass came as the other man took a sip from his scotch, his golden eyes gazing at it fondly as he spoke, "I should hope so, I'd rather my enemies remain in the dark about many things I do." The bar livened up a little behind them as they heard a small group laugh heartily and Demise felt a small pang in his chest from the sounds. The laugh had been so rich and so much like another person he used to know, a woman who had been his life many many years ago.

Abruptly, Demise took a big swig of his rusty nail with a grimace and slid the glass over to Momma on the otherside of the counter, he watched Ganondorf motion for another round out of the corner of his eye and Demise clutched his head and groaned rather whiningly, "Why the hell did you get me a rusty nail?" There was no anger, but rather curiosity as he changed his question, "Or rather, how the hell did you know I needed a rusty nail right now?"

Ganondorf just glanced at him with a mocking look as though he were an absolute idiot then returned his gaze back to the light brown clear liquid that was left in the small cup. In one whole drink, quickly the red head finished off the last of it just as Momma left another two drinks for them. "I know for a fact that you like to drink hard when you are brooding over something. I should remember at least that much from having you as a roommate from college." A small leer to the side made Demise cringe as he remembered what he could from his college day.

"Yeah, I guess this was my favorite drink right before a test wasn't it and when I got dumped?" said Demise with a matter-of-fact voice, and a small nod of the head from his red haired friend confirmed it as so. "So," Ganondorf started bluntly, "what is this problem you're brooding over? It's another attraction again isn't it?" Demise cringed at the other man's choice of words, looking up at Momma who had heard the question clearly. Momma's eyes clearly said even from a distance, "I am not getting involved with this." With a sigh, Demise drank from the new glass cringing at the taste, he was sure to have a nasty hang over tomorrow with this drink, but then again there was nothing to wake up for, and surely nobody to wake up with.

"You are too cruel with your words." Demise relied plainly, but instantly Ganondorf attacked, taking the off statement as a confirmation, "How long?" The bigger male cringed a little again, where on earth does this man get his intuition, a woman? Demise scratched the back of his neck and spoke bluntly, because obviously there was no point in hiding it, "Live with him, but never slept or dated him." Ganondorf's hand flew to his mouth, trying desperately to hide his laughter at the other man's pitiful downfall, but the Gerudo was a business man so he could deal with this. With a quieting thought, Ganondorf released his hand to show a blank face as he asked, "Really?" Demise felt a bit of embarrassment as he nodded, knowing full well that Ganondorf knew exactly who "he" was. "Well that's very pitiful my friend..." the red head started.

"Yeah" Demise admitted, but then Ganondorf continued on, "-considering you were man whore in college, I believe this is something called Karma."

Demise slammed the table loudly, but no one paid attention to them because loud tables were the norm in the bustling gay bar. "You are just jealous that people approached me instead of you, and if I am not mistaken you were worse than that, you threw away people half the time before you even slept with them!" Ganondorf quickly responded to the others outburst promptly, " I was never attracted to them though, they were simply people I used to sharpen my skills as a man, and let me remind you that they all were aware of that fact and my reputation the moment they tried anything with me."

Demise gritted his teeth at the man's statement then calmed himself as he remembered the kind of man he was speaking to, after all he was speaking to a man who had never been attracted to anyone at all. A man who's whole life had been dedicated to being the boss of the Gerudo, it was almost sad to Demise that one of his only friends had never experienced any type of real love. The Gerudo wasn't that bad looking at all, moreover he looked exotic and foreign, except for his manner and behavior. "Jeez, you'll never fall in love if you keep up that attitude."

Ganondorf, the Dark King of the Gerudo, smiled beside Demise and chuckled rather light-heartedly at the others verbal attack, as there was a joke the other man was missing. "What?" the orange and black haired male asked aggressively, and this question made Ganondorf laugh harder, because this was truly funny, the situation and all who were a part of it. This in turn made Demise very pissed off, he hated being out of the loop of a joke, "WHAT? You fucking asshole what's so damn funny?!"

A twinge of anger flicked through the black suited man's yellow eyes, but it quickly morphed into a mellow look, a habit he had of showing anger politely, he did not particularly like being called such a vulgar term, but since it came from anger the other brushed it off as he spoke, "I am actually being courted as we speak." the other man turned towards Ganondorf and leaned on the counter with his arm with a confused look on his face. "What? Now?" Demise asked as he looked around the room, and Ganondorf held back the urge to laugh at the man's very immediate mind set. "No, I am actually being courted in such a strange way that it would only suit me wouldn't it?"

Demise only raised an eyebrow as the other continued, which was unusual for the red head to do,"I am have the number of the man who is courting me, but it seems we will be talking to each other the same way we have, through letters, I have debated whether to text him for two days now, but I can't be at the park to read his letters-" Ganondorf stopped as he found himself rambling over such a subject with someone whom he was supposed to be somewhat comforting, and to top it off it was on a subject that the other was brooding about. "So what are you going to do?" asked Demise with a curious and hopeful tone of voice.

"Usually people who are depressed over love don't want to hear about it.", the red haired male commented, but the other male cut him off, "You are avoiding the subject." Ganondorf silently cursed the other man, but realized that yes he had strayed from the subject quite like a child. "...Well, I don't know..." Ganondorf admitted in a dark breath, hating himself for having such a vulnerable moment in front of another person. "...Holy Shit! You really like this guy! Do you think you might love him?" asked Demise, but was cut off as the other shouted loudly at him.

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT IDIOT! I'VE NEVER MET THIS KID!" Ganondorf bellowed but instantly stopped himself as he realized all eyes in the bar were on him. Quickly, he turned toward the bar counter and regained his cool composure despite wanting to hit the other man's pleased face which consisted of a content twinkle in his orange eyes. Somehow, even with his business composure, the smile still angered him enough to punch him in the face straight on.

"So it's a kid? How young are we talking here?" asked Demise a little hesitantly, it would really wound him if Ganondorf went and fell in love with a brat for his first love. The black suited man sighed frustratedly but answered his friend with a quiet voice, "18 next week." He watched as the other man's eyes widened and a single eyebrow raised in surprise at the answer. "Do you have any of the letters with-"

"There is no way in hell you are reading them." Ganondorf cut him off automatically, as if it was programmed in, and watched as the other man down another drink with enthusiasm as he started to laugh, "Momma can you send me and my friend a margarita for my friend over here? This time put these two on my tab!" Ganondorf sighed again and hid his face in one hand, pinching the bridge of his nose, it truly felt as though he was having a business meeting with a Goron.

Momma turned around, his apron fluttering with the force of the turn, a smile evident on his bright face as he spoke gingerly, "Coming right up Demie~ Feeling better?" He made the drinks with such skillful hands that both had to watch to see if they could track the hand movements, neither could follow the fast work of the man's experienced hands. Momma walked over and set two wide top glasses down that were filled with a green frothy smoothie like substance drowned with alcohol and called a margarita, "What are you so happy about now?" Ganondorf glared at Demise, daring him to over step his boundary with his words, but the other ignored him and said, "Well, this guy is finally being courted by someone! The odd fashioned way, with letters to boot!"

"Oh really, what's the boy like, I am assuming we are talking about a male here right?" Momma asked with genuine interest in his voice that made it very hard to say no to. "He's a boy. I'm sorry, but I really don't know much about him other than he has blonde hair, Hylian, and is turning 18 soon." Ganondorf said and heard the bartender gasp along with his friend. "Wait, you're dating an 18 year old! How old are you?" asked the brown haired boy earnestly, and then Demise asked with a smile, "Wait, he's a a Hylian!?"

" Yes I am, and I am only 23 years old!" Momma gasped in shock, "No way! That is crazy! You don't look that old at all!" Ganondorf smirked and Demise shook with held in laughter beside him, "I know I have rugged good looks, but that was a bit insulting." Beside the red head, Demise let loose his loud booming laughter that he could no longer contain, and Ganondorf was no longer amused at his friend's antics. As usual the the orange and black haired man was laughing at his expense, again. Ganondorf was now tired of everyone for the day, even with all the alcohol buzzing around in his system.

"I have to get back to my meeting," Ganondorf stood and opened his wallet slightly and put 4 bills on the table in a business like manner. "Thanks, come again~" Momma chirped happily from the other side of the counter with a wave while the booming laughter continued from Demise until the red head left the bar, but even then it could be heard over the other people's chatter. Each step Ganondorf took was affirmitive, but sadly he had lied about going back to the meeting, he really had nothing else on his agenda for the day except home. His meeting had been over for a short while ago with no real hassle. The weird thing about his meeting with the bar's owner was the fact that Ganondorf's mind had been focused on something else entirely, or rather someone else. Link.

All day throughout all his meetings he had been watching the clock, holding his phone in his pocket sporadically, and the uncertainty about the call he would receive still plagued Ganondorf's mind. Today was Friday, which meant he wouldn't be able to go to the park till Monday because of work. The Dark King wondered if the book would even text him the time at all today, maybe he was busy?

With a flip of his hand as if by magic, a cab pulled up in front of the red head on the street, he really did have good luck with hailing cabs. He opened the door and shut it angrily, even though the particular man he was angry at was still probably laughing at the bar. Actually, it was more of a combination of people that was making him feel this way, Demise, Link, and even the orange haired friend of the Hylian boy. Everything now irratated him and made him tired, he just wanted to relax and not worry about anything considering he had been worrying all day.

'Bzzzt,...Bzzzzzz-' Ganondorf picked up his phone from his pocket and clicked the green button with a loud click and held to his ear all while looking at the outside world flit around as the car sped hastily through the streets, "Hello." His own voice made him cringe at the moment, it was so unappealing when he answered a phone call in anger, his voice sounded angered, intimidating and gruff even to his own ears. "...um...sorry." The voice that had responded was small but masculine, it was unfamiliar to the red head, was it someone who called on accident or something! 'oh shit', thought the suited man as he sensed fear in the others voice, but before he could say a word the other man hung up.

Ganondorf held out his phone quickly and looked at the caller ID and felt his heart drop in shock. Why hadn't he checked the fucking caller ID earlier! The person who had just called was Link, the name flashing on the phone as it shut the call page. Earlier today, in anticipation of Link texting him he had put the boy's number in his contacts so he would know. He never thought the Hylian would actually call him, and he had just literally scared the other man who was courting him unintentionally because of his bad habit of gritting things out angrily. Ganondorf groaned at his mistake, wishing he had been more tactful and decided to always check the Caller ID. Ganondorf clicked the green button to call once more, planning out his words as he heard the phone dialing, embarrassed at his own behavior and ashamed. He just hoped that the man would answer his call, and not instantly throw it across the room or something extreme with fright.

' 'Brrring, brrring, brrring' the phone lay on the table untouched as Link holds his chest, working up the courage once more to talk to the other. The red haired man had sounded angry, but if he was calling Link again maybe he had made a mistake. Link reasoned that and it took him only a moment later to pick up the phone and press the green button. He held it up to his ear, and his heartbeat raced as he spoke, "...Hello?"

"...hello?" the voice soft and firm, almost melodious to the Dark King's ears, he felt his heart race at the sound of it. "This is Link right?" Ganondorf asked gruffly but softly in completely happiness, it was completely different then the voice he had used earlier. It was a considerable change in attitude and in emotion. "Is this Mr. Wolf?" the voice was breathless, and sounded skeptical and cynical almost as well as shocked. The Dark King understood the feeling quite similarly, it was as though they alone were in a dream. This connection between them, it was strange and calming, and it seemed to completely dissipate all his stress, anger, and sadness. This curiosity they both seemed to possess for the other was almost like a strange pull of fate.

"Yes, yes I am."

Aryes: Hope you enjoyed this chapter, thank you for all the wonderful reviews! They make my day, and if you have any suggestions I would love to hear them! Also if you like my stories in general, I am combining with another fabulous writer (the wonderful LoneArticWolf09) in a combination effort with our new joint account (Username: LawofAries) to write some fun fanfiction, first yaoi pairing we are writing about is, guess who?! Thorin x Bilbo! The Hobbit movies have inspired us! Hopefully you follow our account if you like that pairing, and we hope to make it soon!

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