Link sighed and stared blithely at his food. One word echoed endlessly around his skull.
Zelda.
Zelda.
Zelda, Zelda, Zelda.
How could he have forgotten her? How could she have forgotten him? What was it in this place that made them forget even their…Lovers….
His thoughts slowed whenever they reached that word. The "L" word, the word that had meant as much to him as mercy and kindness for as long as he could remember.
The thought hit him like a ton of bricks, how long had he been here? It had never occurred to him because he really didn't want to think about it, but here it was, staring him in the face like an illegitimate child, absolutely refusing to be ignored.
He felt a cold pit of fear enter his heart as he realized he truly didn't know. How was Hyrule? Was Gannon lose again? What would happen in his absence. He felt panic begin to set in as he imagined the fate of all of the people he had so foolishly abandoned.
Link's chain of thought snapped like a silver chain as a finger was thrust into his face. Link looked along the finger to see that it belonged to a very angry looking Zelda.
"You." She stated firmly, her finger pinning him as if he were a butterfly in a collector's tray. "I know you. You're the fairy boy."
Link nearly screamed as he heard his horrid nickname revived, but something in Zelda's searching gaze made it die in his throat. Instead, he smiled weakly and replied. "Not exactly, but it's a start…"
Zelda nodded sagely and began to leave but Link saw her eyes drawn irresistibly to his meal. Link sighed and pushed the food in her direction.
"Ohnonono, I can't allow you to do that, you won after all."
"Really?" Link replied, eyeing her emaciated frame. Zelda began to shove the food back into Link's direction but stopped as her stomach betrayed her with an almost bestial growl.
Link crossed his arms and smirked. Zelda's ears turned a deep shade of pink and Link had to fight down laughter as she ate, the picture of embarrassment.
Link sat in polite silence as Zelda wiped away the few crumbs that had fallen into the folds of her dress, already she was looking more healthy and capable. Sighing, Zelda stood and stretched. "Thanks for the meal. Would you be willing to witness a match?"
Link stared at her in amazement. "We're allowed to do that?"
Zelda giggled and replied "Silly, didn't you read the rules? We even get special booths to watch them with. Though the guards may protest, you'll have to be let in, it's the rules…I swear you can be a little dense."
Link watched her walk off, a slight swing in her step and sighed. She was a long way from remembering but at least it was a start.
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"For the last time, yes, I AM allowed to view this match, yes I HAVE received a special invitation from one of the participants and NO I will not take my hat off as a matter of respect during the opening ceremonies!" Link screamed at the rather condescending R.O.B. unit. Funny how they had little defining personality traits, for instance, earlier he had met one that wouldn't give him a towel until he said "Pretty please with Ram on top?" He supposed that he used to get around these problems before by sticking a sword in them until they were sufficiently reprogrammed to get him what he wanted.
He sighed heavily, life was so much more complicated now that you weren't allowed to get rid of life's "little problems" through violence.
The R.O.B. gave a pre-recorded sigh. With an air of arrogance it repeated "I'm sorry but this booth is for V.I.P.s only. As a commoner you have to sit in the stands."
Link's attention was momentarily distracted by a tall lean warrior swathed in blue. He brushed by Link with an aura of authority as Link boggled at the emblem on his chest. This man was a Sheikah, and a familiar one at that…
Suddenly the Sheikah locked eyes with Link. There was a momentary pause where his blazing crimson eyes met Link's icy blue ones, then he slowly winked.
Then he turned to the R.O.B and said in a voice like silk. "As a participator in this match, I have given him special permission to watch, so please him through."
Link ogled as the man glided past, silent as the night, yet as deadly as any blade. It screamed in every subtle movement, and writhed with the man's lithe muscles I can kill, I will and I won't care.
Somehow it struck a chord in Link's fractured memory. The connection was made with an almost audible click. "Zelda?!" Link screamed, aghast at the transformed princess.
The blue figure turned and held a finger up to its masked face. "Not so loud, remember, my stage name is Sheik." With a wink she walked down a corridor and out of sight.
Link stood with his mouth agape for a good five minutes before rushing down the corridor after her, only to be manhandled to his booth.
"Thank you and have a nice day, meatsack." The R.O.B. that had escorted him buzzed as it slammed shut the spectators door.
Link swore and looked around for another way out. The booth was lavish and had single row of seats that afforded a perfect view of the stadium by means of a large glass window. There was a single door leading to a patio outside but sadly no other ways back into the hall.
Link sighed and sulkily sat down on one of the seats. It was made of velvet and was quite comfortable. The opening ceremonies were starting however Link was unable to watch them because the patio was being used by a very… distracting woman.
She wore a light blue skin tight futuristic suit that somehow managed to communicate nudity even though she was fully dressed. Her blond hair was tied in a ponytail and her sharp blue eyes were focused on the stage. Link felt his brain rattle around his skull as he tried to pull his eyes away from her form. Instead he found himself walking out on the patio to meet her.
She whipped around as soon as Link stepped outside. Link swallowed dryly as he saw how god had graced her upper torso. This chick is sta-a-acked. Link thought somewhat guiltily.
"Who are you?" She growled angrily as she fell into a defensive position.
Link shuddered and shook his head as her "gifts" bounced around. This was no time for those thoughts. "Hi…I uh...came in here to…" his words melted with his brain as the woman angrily swung her arms into an offensive posture that just happened to look like something out of a dirty magazine.
"You just came in here to stare at me, didn't you? Well take this you pervert!"
Link panicked as she launched into a flying kick. A sickening crunch resounded as it connected firmly with his chest. Link fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes, unconscious.
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Sorry I wasn't here for so long. First there were finals...then there were holidays...then there was procrastination...I swear next there's gonna be a lake of blood or frogs raining from the sky next...
Super smash does not belong to me. If it did the stages would have more variety.