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Chapter Four Of
"A Velvet Curtain"
"Confessions"
NOTE: I wrote this chapter a while ago (like, beginning of August) but my router for my computer was messed up, so my dad had to buy a new one in order for my Internet to work again.
Review replies are dumb. I'm such a freak. Much thanks to the reviewers, though. I've abandoned this story and all my other ones on this site because I've been focusing my attentions on my other stories. Plus I found the English-dubbed version of Cardcaptors and I've been watching it for the past couple days. Call me a freak or a loser, but that show was definitely my favourite when I was younger. My sister already thinks I'm a loser anyways. ;)
I'm not going to bother warning you about same sex stuff anymore. I think you should've learned by now. When you're finished, you can review, right? That is, if everyone hasn't forgotten who I am by now. I haven't posted anything in months. My bad.
This chapter mainly focuses on Link/Ness/Young Link (not necessarily love) with a little bit of Marth on the side.
Although it was warm and light in the hospital wing, —due to the florescent lighting—Ness felt utterly cold. After all, his best friend was lying on one of the ugly metal beds, clearly unconscious, and not realizing that there were people who cared for him. Ness didn't understand it. After all those years of caring for Young Link and checking up on him, his best friend still didn't get it. Ness wondered if he ever would.
A short loud beep that emitted from the monitor by Young Link's bed jolted Ness out of a deep slumber. He woke with a start, and winced, standing up to rub his now-sore backside after falling off his chair with a thud on the ground. Remembering that he was in the hospital wing, he walked slowly over to Link's bed, and placed his hands on the sheets, leaning over his face.
"Oh why, Young Link," he whispered. "Why did you have to jump? There are people who love you. I—" Before he could say another word, the door banged open and Doctor Mario strode in quickly towards Young Link's bed. Pushing Ness roughly aside with a careless apology, he checked the blond boy's pulse, and took care of many medical procedures, ignoring the dark haired boy who lay on the floor, rubbing his backside again.
"You okay?" Ness looked up and saw Link standing there, his pale hand outstretched to the boy on the floor. Ness accepted and pulled himself up, standing awkwardly next to Link.
"Are you?" he said suddenly, turning to face Link. Link, whose face was void of any emotion, shrugged, and turned to go sit down in one of the hospital's attendant chairs, patting the seat next to him. Ness hesitantly sat down next to him; he didn't yet trust Link that much.
"It's okay, Ness," Link said quietly, staring intently at Doctor Mario, who was still bustling around Young Link.
"No, it's not, Link. This has happened more than once, but those times I managed to stop him from doing it."
Link turned to face Ness, his sapphire eyes filled with curiosity and sadness.
"What has he done before? When did this first start?"
Ness sighed. "Well it all started a week after his tenth birthday…"
"Young Link!" Ness called from outside of Young Link's home. He tapped his foot impatiently on the concrete sidewalk.
Finally, Young Link came bounding out of the house, calling over his shoulder, "Bye, Mom! I'll see you after school!"
"Took ya long enough," Ness teased, gently punching Link playfully on the shoulder. Young Link stuck his tongue out at Ness and ran a little ways ahead, and began walking backwards.
"You know, Ness," he began slowly, "after my birthday, I really feel like a man."
There was an awkward pause and the two of them burst out laughing.
"Corny alert! Corny alert! Mayday! MAYDAY! Evacuate ship! Everyone run for their lives!" Ness yelled, and Young Link laughed even harder. That is, until he accidentally bumped into an unusually large fellow.
"Hey!" the boy shouted. He looked no older than twelve. "Watch where yer goin', punk!"
"I-I'm s-sorry. I didn't see you there," Young Link stuttered. The boy grabbed him by the shirt.
"Yeah, ya better be sorry," he growled.
"Put him down, Mouth! It was an accident!" Ness shouted, running over to break the two apart. Mouth dropped Young Link on the sidewalk, where he wrapped his arms around his legs and rocked back and forth gently.
"Yeah! He's the accident!" Mouth yelled. He leaned down and put his face to Link's. "You touch me, talk to me, or even bother me wit' dat ugly face o' yers, then I'll be makin' sure that ya don't eat lunch at dis school again!"
He swiped off Link's hat, stamped on it with his massive foot, and tossed it in an open manhole. All Link could do was watch as his lucky hat was tossed in the sewers below. A single tear fell down his face and, unfortunately, Mouth saw this. He burst out laughing, pointing with one hand, and using the other to hold his fat stomach.
"Ha! The wimp's cryin'! Wait 'til the guys get a load o' this!" Mouth laughed and walked off, still laughing.
Ness kneeled down beside Young Link and rubbed his back encouragingly.
"It's okay, Link," he said soothingly. "He won't bother you anymore. Don't worry."
"He threw my lucky hat down the drain, Ness," Young Link whispered. "My dad gave that to me."
Ness was silent. He didn't know what to say.
"Don't worry about that fat guy," he repeated, trying to sound reassuring. "Here, let's go to school."
He lifted Young Link's arm and gently pulled him along to the school.
"…And this kept on for three years," Ness concluded. "You'll never believe how happy Young Link was when we started Junior High. Mouth went to a different school."
"Hang on," Link said abruptly. "Mouth? Mouth?"
Ness looked at him oddly. "Yes, Mouth. Why?"
"I know a Mouth!" Link said loudly. Doctor Mario whirled around and glared at the pair of them, making a "shhh" sound with his lips.
"No stinkin' way!" Ness gasped.
Link nodded solemnly.
The LoungePeach sat on a black leather couch, her head leaning on the armrest, and her legs propped up on the couch cushions. She pointed the remote control to the television, changing the channels, ignoring all movement from behind her. She'd decided to skip the second meeting.
"How's it going, beautiful?" a deep male voice said from behind her. Peach sat up and looked behind her, giggling and running her fingers through her curly blond locks once she saw whom it was. Peach had always found Marth attractive—for as long as she'd known him, anyways.
"Hey, Marth," she said warmly, moving her legs from the cushions, allowing Marth to sit down next to her. The cobalt-haired man did so; plopping down on the seat beside her. He looked at Peach and smiled, then looked at the TV.
"You still haven't answered my question," Marth said, sliding over a bit so he was closer to Peach.
Even though she though Marth was incredibly good-looking, she felt a touch scared when he moved closer to her. So, with a cough, she moved over a little bit as well. Marth frowned.
"Don't be scared, I won't hurt you," he said in a sultry voice, cupping her chin with his hands. Peach grinned as he leaned in for the kiss.
Brace yourself, Peachie…Then it came. She felt his soft lips on hers, and closed her eyes; not noticing that one of his hands was headed for her chest. She felt his tongue pound against her closed lips, as though begging for entrance. Obeying them, she parted her lips, and felt his tongue crash through the opening. Somehow, it didn't feel right.
Trying to push away, but unable to, Peach fell helpless to the lustful ways of Marth. She felt his hands slide under her pink t-shirt, running them over her chest. She grabbed his hands out of her shirt and tried to push him away, but he just pressed deeper, and moved her hands away, using one hand to hold them, and the other to reach up her shirt again.
She tried to squeal but was unable to because of his tight kiss. She fell helpless to his hand as they moved from one breast to the other. As they were about to encircle them again, she pulled her hands from his grasp and slapped him across the cheek, and then pushed him away.
Marth fell back surprised. He rubbed his sore cheek, where a red handprint sat, and glared at Peach.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he cried. "You were enjoying it!"
Peach breathed heavily and glared at him. "Sure, when ya started to kiss me. But I dun like to be touched that way, Marth!" she cried back. "And besides, it seemed as though thas all ya wanted; was to feel me up."
She stood up, whirled around and tried to run off, but Marth grabbed her elbow.
"Look, I'm sorry, Peach," he said quietly. Peach looked into his eyes, and thought she saw complete sincerity in them. Being the gullible blond that she was, she naturally believed it and smiled.
Marth took that for forgiveness and pressed his lips to hers again, except this time it felt less lustful. After a few seconds, he pulled away and looked down in her eyes.
Peach giggled. "That was good," she said, smiling. He pecked her cheek and rushed upstairs, skipping the steps two at a time.
She shook her head and followed him, headed towards the room that she and Samus shared. "I don't think he meant that," she thought. "He seems to be really sorry."
Back in the Hospital RoomNess stared at Link, surprised. "How do you know him?"
Link shrugged. "Used to know him when I lived in my old forest. That's in Hyrule by the way."
"I know where it is, you know," Ness snapped. "But—I mean—what—are you—how is he now?"
Link raised his eyebrows. "He's actually nice, you know. Skinny too. Name's still Mouth, though."
Ness chuckled softly at that, but one look at his best friend and he stopped.
"You know, Link," he said softly, "I think I'm beginning to like Young Link."
"Don't you already like him?"
Ness glared at him. "I mean, I think I love him."
Link was silent.
Ness stared at him. "Are you going to answer?"
"It's okay Ness. Here, I'll leave you two alone." Link slowly strode out of the hospital wing, leaving Ness alone with Young Link (Doctor Mario had left some time before).
Ness walked slowly over to Young Link's bed. He leaned over his best friend, smiling slightly. Brushing a strand of blond hair from Young Link's closed eyes, he stared deeply at his shut lids.
"I wish you had never done this," he whispered. "Then maybe I could've told you how I feel."
Ness leaned in closer, and gently placed his lips to the other boy's. He stayed that way for about half a second, but immediately jumped back when Link's eyes darted open. Young Link turned his head to face Ness, who was on the ground again.
"How did you…?" Ness was shocked. Young Link smiled slightly.
"It's okay Ness. I heard everything," he whispered.
Room 101
Samus was alone in the room until Peach entered. She entered with a huge smile on her face, and a dainty little skip to her step.
"Hello, Sammie darling," Peach said without her heavy southern accent. Samus stared at her.
"Where's your accent?" she asked suspiciously. Peach frowned.
"Are ya kiddin' me?" she said in her southern drawl. "When I'm all excited an' junk, I can lose that ol' accent."
Samus chuckled. "So spare me the torture of waiting, Peachie. What happened?"
Peach sighed dreamily.
"Marth," she said, sighing.
Samus coughed. "Marth? Marth happened?" She'd been expecting something completely different. Like maybe Peach found a gambling site. Samus chuckled to herself.
"Yes, Marth happened. I think we're…"—Peach paused dramatically—"…in love."
Samus almost laughed, but felt a sudden pang of jealousy. What did Pretty Boy have that she didn't have?
NO! Wait, why am I thinking crooked? That kiss meant nothing! Ew! No way!
But why deny it anymore? She did tell me I have beautiful eyes. People have said that before, but never the way she said it. But now she has Marth…
"Sammie!" Peach called in a singsong voice. Samus sighed.
"Sorry, Peachiekins," she muttered. "Well, I'm happy for you I guess."
Peach stood there, staring at Samus confusedly.
"You dun sound very enthusiastic," she said, her bottom lip quivering as though she was about to burst into tears.
Samus cracked a small smile. "Stiff upper lip, darlin'. Of course I'm happy for you! Just happened so suddenly, don't ya think?"
Peach shrugged.
"Who cares?" she cried. "I have a lover!"
And with that, she bounded out of the room, skipping merrily down the hall.
Samus stood there, staring at Peach's retreating back.
"Yeah, you do," she murmured. "Me."
The Hospital Wing
Ness stared at Young Link in a mixture of shock and confusion.
"And?" he whispered. Young Link tried to frown.
"And what?" he whispered back hoarsely.
"And how do you feel about that?"
"You sound like a psychiatrist."
"Link…"
"Okay, okay. I guess…well, I dunno how I feel."
"That's it?"
"I guess…"
Ness threw his hands up in the air in frustration.
"After all I've told you—after my confessions of love to you, you have nothing to say?" he cried. Young Link buried his head under the covers.
"I'm sorry," he said, his voice barely audible.
"Sorry isn't good enough, Link. I love you—and you won't tell me if you love me back, or not," Ness said shortly, and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Young Link laid there, tears slowly streaming down his cheeks.
"I'm really sorry, Ness," he whispered. "I love you too."
The Entrance Room
Link wandered into the entrance room, past the leather couches and flat screen televisions, and sat himself down on the bench beside the tall door, his head in his hands. He had left Ness with his 'younger self' (he didn't quite know how it had happened, but he accepted it quickly) and felt even more alone than usual. The odd thing about Link was that no matter how alone he felt, he never felt the need to slit his wrists, or commit suicide, or anything along the lines of it.
He was feeling even more sorry for himself, when Mewtwo hovered into the lounge, and noticed the poor boy all by himself. The Pokemon glided over to where Link was sitting and sat down next to him, hovering a few inches above the seat.
"What's wrong, Link?" he asked quietly.
Link lifted his head, and noticed the Pokemon. No matter what Mewtwo said about being there to help, Link didn't feel like sharing his troubles with someone he didn't know. For someone who had the Triforce of Courage, Link wasn't very brave outside battle.
He couldn't even remember how his self-esteem deflated. Years before, he was a cocky little shithead, and nowadays he couldn't even bear to look up at anyone, most especially Zelda, the princess he had served and saved for years. He faintly remembered how he'd tried to save this one girl—Malon, they called her—and achieved nothing but losing a friend. He remembered that he was bragging to everyone that he could handle anything; that he could handle whatever it was that was attacking Malon. He was too late to save her.
No, that wasn't it. There was something else, but Link couldn't place a finger on it. He knew it was something to do with Zelda, so that's why he could never look his princess in the eye nowadays.
"You can't tell me—or you won't tell me?" Mewtwo asked.
Link raised his head again, feeling it spinning. He clung to the side of the couch and stood up drunkenly, bowing his head. He released the couch and tottered to the side, holding his head in his hands. Mewtwo stared at him worriedly, but Link didn't care.
"Bathroom," he muttered, trying to walk towards the nearest bathroom. It took him ages, but he made it, holding onto the wall for support. He tottered over to the granite counter and bowed his head over the sink, averting his eyes away from the mirror.
Link turned the tap on, watching the mix of cold and hot water splash down into the marble sink. He glanced up accidentally and caught sight of himself in the humongous mahogany-framed mirror. He stared at his reflection disgustedly, leaning in closer to study him.
"You're pathetic, Link," his reflection seemed to say to him. Link used two fingers to stretch the bags beneath his eyes. He rarely got any sleep, and yet he hardly ever seemed tired.
"You don't even know what you're upset about," his reflection continued. Link tried to draw his gaze but he continued to stare at himself, studying his body from every angle. Once upon a time he thought he was the Goddesses' gift to women, but now he wasn't so sure…
"You're a disgusting creature," the reflection spat at him. Link tugged at his blond locks and lifted the bottom of his tunic, raising it so that his pale thin body reflected in the mirror. He pulled it down quickly as if he was sickened by what he saw.
Like he was sickened by himself.
Room 113Marth wasn't about to deny it: he loved himself. He knew he was attractive, he knew he was dangerous and he knew he was a turn-on. He got more women than any man could ever have dreamed of, and Peach wasn't anything special. She was just another object for him to screw around with while he searched for a new toy.
He entered his room and was pleased to see that Roy was lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling like there was something there that he couldn't draw his gaze away from. Marth walked over and snapped his fingers over Roy's dazed face. The redhead snapped out of it, shook his head and sat up, looking surprised.
"Marth!" he said loudly. He too seemed happy that his teal-haired roommate had joined him in the room.
"Did you also skip out on the meetings?" Marth asked, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. It seemed that everyone had skipped the meetings.
Roy nodded absentmindedly, looking as if he couldn't care less.
"Uh, Samus and uh, Kirby and the mutant turtle thing and Luigi and Falco are the only people that I know of that went. I saw Zelda a little earlier with her nose in the air like she fucking owned the place. I passed by Captain Falcon on my way upstairs; he was rubbing his nose and seemed really jumpy. And then the guy with the big nose and red hair was outside, smokin' out of this totally Godfather-esque pipe," said Roy. "I don't know where everyone else was. I couldn't find Peach, either."
Marth shifted guiltily. He crossed the room and sat himself down on an armchair, directly across from Roy. Roy studied his roommate suspiciously.
"Where's Peach?" he asked, smiling slightly. He leaned over to his bedside table and lifted the shining silver lighter from its place by the lamp and began clicking it continuously.
Marth watched the flame flicker and die out before he answered Roy's question: "I met her in the lounge."
"Oh?" Click. "What'd you guys talk about?" Click.
Marth shrugged. "Nothin' really." Click, click.
Perhaps Roy's doubt showed on his face because Marth added, "I kissed her though," in a perfectly casual voice.
Click. Thud.
Roy dropped his lighter in surprise, thankful that he'd put the flame out before dropping it. He had already started one fire and he wasn't counting on starting another.
"Oh, really?" Roy tried to sound casual but it was so difficult since he just found out that his two best friends had made out in the living room.
Marth shrugged like it was no big deal. "Yeah, I kind of felt her up too…"
"You WHAT?"
Marth winced. He'd expected a reaction like that from Roy.
"Yeah, so she slapped me. But then I said I was sorry and now we're cool."
'Better than cool,' Marth thought.
Roy fell backwards on the bed, his arms and legs spread out over the covers. He was in shock; he knew Peach wasn't used to getting felt up because he'd always been there to protect her, like her own personal bodyguard. He knew that he wouldn't be able to help her all the time, but it was so difficult not to feel protective of the blond.
"You are so lucky I don't kick your ass right now," Roy said, sitting up and smirking. Marth laughed, sending strange tingles up Roy's spine. He shook his head to get rid of these feelings but it clung to him like a leech.
Marth didn't notice anything.
"I am so bored, aren't you? Link still in the hospital wing?"
Roy rolled over onto his side and curled up into a little ball. He'd forgotten completely about Link.
"Yeah, I think so."
Marth nodded wisely while Roy engaged himself in clicking the lighter that he'd picked up off the floor.
Click. Click. Click.
The Bathroom
Link was still studying himself in the mirror when the door swung open and a very confused-looking Peach walked in. He whirled around, and gaped at Peach who was looking very embarrassed for herself.
"Sorry! Sorry! Wrong bathroom!" she gasped out, her cheeks reddening. Link muttered an "it's okay" under his breath before turning to stare at himself in the bathroom mirror again.
He waited to hear the door swing open again but it didn't come. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Peach studying him carefully. Sighing, he stepped away from the mirror reluctantly and stared at her.
"Peach," he began cautiously, "you do know that this is the men's bathroom, right?"
Peach stared back boldly. She wasn't the same Southern girl from only moments before who had apologized profusely for stepping into the wrong bathroom. She stood tall and full of purpose: her eyes questioning him with a mix of curiosity, pity and even anger. Link didn't get what she wanted.
"What?" he asked finally.
Peach looked away. "Why?"
"Why, what?"
"You're not pathetic, Link."
It was Link's turn to look away. He didn't want to deal with the gambling addict at the moment. As much as it pained him, all he really wanted was to get back to the mirror, study himself carefully and ask himself what he'd ever done to deserve this.
"You're not the first person to say that," he replied softly. "But you don't know the full story."
Peach walked closer, reaching her hand out to touch Link's cheek. He winced at her soft touch, missing the days when Zelda used to touch him like that. Link glanced at Peach who smiled at him gently, just like Zelda used to back then. Staring at Peach brought back memories of the girl he once loved—maybe still loved.
But these days, Link wasn't sure about anything anymore.
"Can ya tell me?" Peach asked him gently.
He shook his head. He could barely remember the whole story, but he knew that whatever it was, someone telling him that he wasn't pathetic wasn't good enough. Just like him. He wasn't good enough.
"Why not?" Peach asked, keeping her voice tender but persistent. In all honesty, Link was getting annoyed with her.
"I just can't. Please stop," Link said, pleading. Peach heard this sudden change in tone and dropped the subject, still staring him deep into his eyes. Link stared back, admiring how much she resembled Zelda. He stared harder, concentrating on the faint memories he had of the old times.
Maybe if he tried hard enough, he could relive that pure bliss for a minute.
Even if it were simply seconds, he would've died just to be happy again.
I liked writing the Link parts. The end is probably my favourite, as is the first bathroom scene.
I'm actually pretty proud of this chapter. It took me ages, but tonight I sat down and told myself that I'm not going to bed until this chapter is finished. And I did it! I'm so proud of myself. I have such an amazing plan for this story; I already wrote out what's going to happen in each chapter, I just need to put it into story form. Trust me, the first three chapters weren't very interesting, but once you read this chapter, it starts to get better. I'm excited. Review, please! I think I deserve that for my first update in months. ;)
By the way, excuse the first two chapters. I wasn't up to my complete writing potential then. I don't think I'm there even now, but it's developing over time, if you haven't already noticed.
Next chapter will focus on two different duos: Marth/Roy and Peach/Zelda. I'm excited. You should be too. Maybe I can actually finish the next chapter in less than six months!