Here is chapter 4, enjoy :)

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Midna looked up drearily from below her umbrella. The rain hadn't stopped for hours since going to the library this morning. She checked her watch, 5:30. The gold-streaked wolf image on the watch face made her smile. It was a gift from Link on her birthday and she'd worn it every day since then. A stray raindrop fell onto the wolf's tiny nose. Quickening her pace, the Twili girl brought the navy blue striped umbrella closer to her head as she skipped through the numerous puddles dotting the Ordonian streets. She stayed closer to the buildings to avoid being splashed by cars; that had happened way too many times last year, Midna thought grouchily. This weather wasn't helping her mood one bit, why did it have to rain during break?

"HEY MIDNA!" A booming voice jolted her at least three feet off the sidewalk. What in the world...Midna looked around until she spotted a familiar figure in a dark green sweatshirt waving enthusiastically from the corner of Ordon Greens. Rolling her eyes good-naturedly, she trudged through a particularly large puddle, thankful for her rain boots. Link's sweatshirt was completely soaked and the hood did a measly job of keeping his golden hair dry. Instead, his bangs were plastered to his forehead and dripping into his eyes. Midna quickly covered the two of them with her umbrella.

"Link, didn't Sheik give you anything for the rain?" She asked disapprovingly. Link just laughed and shook his head, "It's just rain, Midna. Besides, I haven't gotten out in forever! Sheik just needed some groceries, so I thought I'd help him out." He flashed her a bright smile and headed toward the door of Ordon Greens. Midna, shaking her head, hurried after him, needing to do some shopping anyway. Inside, they procured a cart and wheeled it toward the dairy products.

"So you're coming over tonight, right?" Link paused at section of milk, "Zelda says you've studied enough for today...I mean, that's a little weird coming from her right?" He chuckled at his own sense of humor. Midna laughed, "I suppose so, she is the top in all her classes. But yeah, why not? It's been awhile since I've had a break anyway." She shrugged amusedly, reaching for a carton of milk. They finished their shopping quickly and parted ways outside the store, Midna promising she'd be at Sheik's apartment in precisely one hour. Goddesses, the things she does for that boy...

Hands full with two bags of heavy groceries, she began the twenty-minute trudge home. Since moving into her new apartment, she'd swore her arms were getting more muscular from the heavy lifting. Thankfully, the rain had stopped its merciless downpour. Midna cringed at the thought of carrying groceries in the rain. In her hurry to get home and change, she almost didn't notice the currant-red coupe drive next to her...until her pants were covered with chilled, brackish water.

"Arghh!" Midna groaned in frustration, spotting the car stopped a few meters in front of her. Her stomach bubbled in despair. Her soaking legs forgotten, she prayed the car would continue to drive, drive far away from her life. Its owner was a man she never wanted to see again. To her slight horror, the car backed up, until she could see her stricken expression mirrored in the tinted windows. The window slowly rolled down, exposing a handsome face paler than her own.

"Good evening Midna," a smooth, velvety voice, just like the one in her nightmares. "You look tired. I'll drop you home." It wasn't a request, but an order.

Midna shook her head, "N-no. I can walk by myself." Somehow, her legs solidified from being in a jelly-like state and walked with uncertain steps. She had to get away from him fastfastfast. But where could she go? She was halfway home and not many people were out at this time. Strains of panic began to grip at her heart. Without another thought, she let go of her bags and ran. She felt her legs fly beneath her and for a second, she thought she was free. A choked laugh escaped her throat. Just a few more-

Her nose hit the pavement, limbs skidding across the ground. Nononono what happened? A can of peaches, thrown by Zant and caught between her long legs. Why why did he have such good aim? To her utmost horror, a stinging pain was radiating from her arm. Of course, she'd broken it by landing on the hard concrete. Her nose bled, her arm hurt so badly, and Zant was almost at her feet. Midna felt teardrops stinging at her eyes as Zant scooped his arms under her body and lifted her, as if he was the most caring boyfriend in the world. Midna thought fast, maybe one more thing would work. She took a deep breath and screamed into the evening sky. As she expected, Zant let go of her legs to cover her mouth and, using her good arm, she drove her elbow straight into Zant's chest. Hard.

"Oof!" A breath whooshed from his mouth but Midna wasted no time. She took off once more, forcing her legs to go faster. Not fast enough! Her breath caught in her throat as she pressed harder, her light feet making thunderous claps in the silent evening air. Her eyes made out something bright...a light! A store! Midna let out a breathy whoop and charged forward, not stopping once until she crashed into the door, flung it open, and slammed it closed with her back. Her ragged breaths burned her throat. She needed water. Her crimson eyes opened finally, seeing the people in the small clothing store gape at her disheveled appearance. Oh...it was a boutique. Her good arm felt around her pants and found the hard object, pulling out her cell phone. Her fingers fumbled as she keyed in a number she could recite in her dreams.

"Hello, Midna?" Of course Zelda would answer at the first ring. Midna almost cried in relief.

"Zelda," she panted, "Zelda it's me. I'm at Madame Fanadi's."

"Midna, are you alright?! I'll be there in five minutes!"

Sighing, Midna hung up the phone, looking at it with a new love. Thank the Goddesses for best friends. True to her word, Zelda had arrived exactly five minutes and thirty-six seconds later. One look at her friend and Zelda's sharp mind knew exactly what had happened. She helped Midna get into the car, minding her broken arm.

"That son of a Bulblin pig," Zelda muttered as she revved up the engine of her convertible. "Midna, I want you to call the police. What if you hadn't gotten away in time?" Midna sighed with effort and leaned back against the seat with a small smile. "I'd love to call them Zelda, but my arm's broken, and I think my nose is too." Zelda's expression morphed into something so comical, Midna would have laughed if she wasn't in so much pain.

"THAT COWARDLY SWINE!" She shrieked as the car veered off course toward the hospital. "Zelda relax, I can still call them." Midna glanced at her still seething friend, and took that as silent agreement.

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"Feels much better," Midna smiled at the dark blue cast that now covered her arm. Her other hand felt the crooked bridge of her nose, where the bone had been reset. She looked over at Zelda, who was now driving them to Sheik's apartment. Thankfully, Zelda had already phoned Sheik before the male could worry about their tardiness. Of course, Sheik went ballistic upon hearing of Midna's encounter with Zant. In the background, Zelda could hear Link lamenting endlessly about how he should have "at least walked Midna home."

"So is he going to be arrested?" Sheik asked later, setting a plate of chips in front of the girls. Midna frowned in thought, "I think they'll interrogate him first," her expression turned sullen, "I might have to talk to them too." Zelda placed a reassuring hand on the orange-haired girl's shoulder. "It'll be fine. He won't be harassing you anymore," she smiled warmly. Midna nodded, "Thanks Zelda, for showing up so quickly," she smiled in gratitude, which the brunette girl returned.

Midna peered at their still concerned faces, "You guys, I'm fine now, so let's have fun like we planned!" Sheik shook his head in amusement and walked over to the television. "Alright, action or horror?" "ACTION!" The three of them yelled, knowing Link's absolute repulsion to horror movies. "Action it is- we have The Bones of Stallord and Kingdom of Armogohma." Screwing up her face at the second title, Zelda yanked the Armogohma movie out of Sheik's hand and tossed it into the hallway.

"Oh wait, it looks like we just have one choice," she said smugly, sliding the Stallord disc into the player. She grinned at the stunned expression on Sheik's face. He shrugged and sat on the sofa next to Link. Midna and Zelda had chosen to snuggle on the carpet with a multitude of blankets.

"ALRIGHT MOVIE'S STARTING," Midna yelled at everyone to be quiet as Sheik pressed the play button. As the film progressed, her eyes were not on the television, but on a much more interesting sight. She prodded Zelda and motioned to the two boys on the sofa. Somehow during the film, they had gotten much closer. Link's head was resting on Sheik's shoulder and the Sheikah's arm was settled snugly around the other boy's waist. They didn't seem to realize, however, as both pairs of eyes were fixated on the screen. Sheik's face was dangerously close to Link's hairline and Link didn't seem to mind the light breaths that ruffled his hair. Zelda giggled and resumed watching the movie. Midna turned back as well, wishing that for once, she could find a lovely partner just as her friends had.

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After the girls had left, Sheik took a moment to calm himself. He had found Link practically on top of him as the movie ended, and quickly extracted himself from the younger boy's grasp as subtly as possible. That hadn't worked, as Zelda had seen with her clever eyes exactly what he was planning, and to his extreme embarrassment, made kissy faces at him and Link! Unbelievable, that girl. Sheik scowled as he folded the blankets and stowed them away. These things took time! And Zelda, being as girly as she was intelligent, couldn't resist inflicting her girly ways upon the two boys.

His apartment was spotless as before, and he allowed himself a quick glance at the object of his fantasies. Link was sitting at the table with his laptop, a look of utmost concentration on his features. The small pot from Nyct sat next to the laptop. Sheik walked to the table and took a chair near Link. "What are you doing?"

"I'm looking up whatever Nyct gave us, this...whatever flower," Link frowned as he read, "Apparently, they're killer plants that can even shoot stuff when threatened." He turned to Sheik with a wry expression, "Are you sure you want me eating this?"

"It's not for eating, but for smelling," Sheik explained, recalling what Nyct had said, "when you get into your moods, smelling it is supposed to bring you back to your senses after knocking you out for a while." Link gaped at him.

"Really?" He asked. Sheik nodded, getting up to make them some tea. He could see Link's defined profile from the kitchen, the straight nose that ended at a small point, the dusky lips that Link occasionally bit when he was perplexed about something. And his favorite, the dark blonde bangs that fell gently across his forehead and rested just above his eyebrows. Sheik shook his head to clear his thoughts and brought the two steaming mugs and set one in front of Link.

"Thanks Sheik, it smells really good." Sheik said nothing, sitting near Link and watching the way the blue-eyed boy lifted the mug to his lips to gently take a sip. A stray drop of tea lingered on his bottom lip, smoothly wiped away by the tip of a pink tongue. Sheik gulped, turning his eyes back to his blue mug. The color blue had always fascinated him; the sea, the sky, Link's eyes.

"Are you okay?" Link blurted suddenly. Sheik frowned, trying not to look like he'd been staring. "You seem really out of it. Is it because of what happened to Midna?" Sheik exhaled in relief. Link had given him a way out without even realizing it.

"Yes Link. I'm almost afraid to think of what would have happened if Midna didn't have such a quick presence of mind." Sheik said carefully, feeling guilty that this was not what he was thinking at all. Poor Midna, she deserved much more sympathy from him. Link nodded somberly, "Yeah, I'm glad she's okay though." He furrowed his brows and returned to the laptop screen, making the room silent once more. After ten minutes passed, Link became a bit restless, squirming slightly in his seat.

"Sheik."

"Mm?"

"I want to talk about something."

Sheik looked at him blankly, "What is it, Link?"

Link suddenly looked uncomfortable. "It's not...an easy subject." His blue eyes flickered back to Sheik, who was beginning to look alarmed. "Link, whatever it is, you can tell me. I'm your best friend, remember?"

"I..." Link tried, "I-I think I might..."

Sheik was too afraid to prompt him, too afraid of frightening Link into closing off his sentence. He chose to let Link form his sentence, no matter how long it took. He looked at Link expectantly, encouraging him with looks instead.

"I think I might be getting worse." Link breathed, "and it's doing things to my mind." He clutched the table with both hands and continued to stare at the laptop screen, refusing to meet Sheik's eyes. "I'm not sure how long we can keep increasing the dosage of medication," he finished gravely. Sheik placed his arms on the table leaning onto them, "you don't know that, Link, and what do you mean it's doing things to your mind?"

"I-I'm getting these weird feelings, sometimes the things I see in my episodes sort of blend into real life. Like...maybe you were more than just a guide to me." He looked up in frustration, "I'm sorry Sheik, I'm probably not making any sense right now."

Sheik cleared his throat. "Link, I think I understand what you're saying, but can you elaborate on what exactly I'm supposed to be, then?" The other boy frowned, "I'm not sure, but I think...I think he," Link was slowly reddening and obviously feeling more uncomfortable with this. "I think he liked you!" Link exclaimed. Sheik sat there, slightly deflating. Of course he knew this, Link had kissed him as the other Link who had liked him since Lake Hylia had filled up again, or something like that. Sheik was increasingly getting frustrated, he did not want that reminder that Link was probably feeling disgusted that his other self liked a boy when the real Link so obviously liked girls if Ruto was any indication.

"Link, you have to understand that how your other self feels isn't going to affect how we see you at all, so you shouldn't worry about it," Sheik said cordially. Link became agitated again, "No Sheik, you don't understand. I think those feelings are blending into my life. My real life. I think I have these feelings for you too!" The Sheikah was stunned into silence. Link likes me too? "A-are you sure? You don't have to feel influenced by what your episodes are telling you," he tried to justify that Link didn't actually feel this way, it was too good to be true.

But Link was resolute, "I know what you mean, and I've thought about it too. But I realized I actually, really like you. You're one of my best friends and you've helped me when people would normally want to stay away. I mean, who can blame them? But you've been there for me since the beginning, and you've never complained even once during my fits, even though you have every right to! I feel like I can connect to you, Sheik, and…" Link trailed off, "I understand if you feel grossed out."

Sheik's eyes had widened considerably during Link's monologue, and he could hardly believe his ears. "Link," he breathed, coming closer to the Hylian, "don't be stupid. I like you too." He reached up and cupped Link's face softly before bringing his hand back down. "I do like you, and I've been waiting for this for such a long time. But I wanted to give you space since you have so much more you're going through right now."

Link shook his head, "I think us being together will help me! Maybe if I have more things to look forward to, then my mind won't be idle and more prone to my stupid episodes. I'm so glad you feel the same way, Sheik. I couldn't handle it if you hated me."

"I could never hate you, Link, even if I didn't feel for you that way," Sheik said softly, feeling fireworks and confetti erupt in his stomach. He couldn't believe this, it was actually happening after all this time! He didn't know what to do. Cheer? Jump up from his seat in pure, unadulterated bliss? Be serious about it? Wait, he'd better make sure first.

"Link," the Sheikah breathed, hating himself for what he was about to ask, "Where are you right now?" Link's eyebrow rose.

"In your dining room," he said...confused as to why Sheik would ask such a question. But for Sheik, he'd gotten all the answers he needed. Link liked him. Link was sane and he liked him! Sheik couldn't stop grinning. Link grinned back sheepishly, "So...does this mean we kiss or something? I haven't really done that with anyone yet so it might be-"

Warm lips covered whatever Link was about to say next. That was it. They were actually doing this! Their mouths crushed against each other's with a fervor neither of them knew they possessed. Their hands couldn't stop roaming their bodies. Sheik felt Link's hands tangle in his hair and bring his head closer as the younger boy angled his face to probe deeper into Sheik's mouth. Sheik moaned loudly, feeling Link's hands gently squeeze the back of his neck. His own hands moved down toward Link's nether regions, where he could already feel something forming. He gently kneaded the area where Link's pelvis met his legs and was rewarded with a low groan from the younger boy. Sheik had no idea where he'd gained these skills but continued anyway, massaging closer and closer to Link's need.

"Sheik...please," Link gasped. Sheik smiled through the kiss, and with one quick motion, unzipped Link's shorts to feel him through his thin boxers. "Aaah Sheik!" Link cried out, arching himself into Sheik's hand. The older boy used more pressure and rubbed harder along the shaft, pausing at the tip and pressing in-

Link's boxers were soaked with the white liquid that gushed out in streams. With a few more thrusts, Link let out a soft moan, resting his head in the crook of Sheik's neck. Sheik chuckled into Link's hair, reluctantly pulling his hand out of Link's pants. He felt Link smile into his neck. "That was so awesome," he tried sitting up again, but a wet squelch sounded through the air making Link flush an interesting shade of red. Sheik let out a laugh, "Looks like you need a shower," he smiled, helping Link stand. Link stopped, looking at Sheik with a smirk, "But not alone right?"

Sheik gulped, eyes widening, and nodded slowly. "Whatever you want, Link."