A/N: Nothing much to say, except Happy Reading!

(And Knil, AKA Kane, belongs to me—for once, WOOT—as Zelda belongs to Nintendo!)

~ LoveandZeLink

Chapter 6

Sorry girl, but you missed out
Well tough luck, that boy's mine now
We are more than just good friends
This is how the story ends

I don't exactly know where I'm headed.

But anywhere is good enough when I'm escaping from the grubby hands of my currently ex-boyfriend as I gained speed on the more efficient wheels of a skateboard. It's not mine—oh no, I did not plan to get home with this piece of crap—but it was luckily abandoned with the grungy graffiti paint peeling and one of the dirtied wheels feeling extremely lopsided. It doesn't matter, the board still gave me some distance away from him.

"Zelda!" I heard him cry from some ways back. I spared a quick glance, finding that he's a lot closer than I think, and immediately pushed with my left foot.

But —godsdamn it — it's pouring too damn hard.

I halted under a streetlamp, just momentarily to do one final thing.

But I shouldn't have stopped.

Never, never, never will I ever look into those eyes again, eyes that dashingly sparkle with an azure light, and feel loved. At least, that's what I wanted to think. Yet my heart pleasantly thumped and pleadingly urged me to run back into his arms. To let bygones be bygones. Isn't that what I wanted?

No!

My head intelligently told me to take both my hands, raise them high so the streetlight can clearly shed luminescence onto them, and give him the finger. He stopped and his eyes softly depressed, not from surprise like I originally wanted, but from clear disappointment. And maybe from guilt.

I yelled at the top of my burning lungs, "See you later, cheater hero!"

Just then, the streetlight I was leaning on, spazzed crazily, before breaking out into darkness. The abundant showers of raindrops grew heavier and turbulent thunder claps grew more intense.

I then made my getaway as a "Zelda, please!" chased after me.

But I skated onward. I didn't looked back. I couldn't when I twisted around random corners. I soon felt my legs achingly burn from pushing myself too forward, too far. But still, I pushed onward from the thought of listening to him talk about his secret affair with her. At least, there's nothing more and less that he can say about that.

Finally, finally, I came to a sudden stop. My whole body completely suffered with screaming pains and resounding aches and crazy cramps. So very part of my body sighed from the sudden rest. I collapsed onto the ground, wet and exhausted.

Where the hell am I?

I looked around—relived to find no sound of him—but recognized a restaurant he and I frequented at. The thought immediately smacked me in the face like reality demanded me to wake up.

Fired up with new found determination, I got back on board and blindly skated to the apartment front and halted beneath the heroic overlay of the rain protector thingy. Before entering those secure doors, I spotted something at the bus stop, that brought another stupid thought of him.

"Bet you can't grind that," he taunted me, the moment we stood outside our new apartment.

I took my gaze from the luxurious building and faced "that."

It was a bench.

I scoffed, brushing off the challenge with a roll of my eyes. But I was a bit nervous from the worn green wood looking dangerously frail. Now that I really think about it, I wasn't a bit nervous, I didn't want to accept the challenge at all.

"Another time," I answered, a bit meekly. I shamelessly turned toward the doors to our new home.

"Coward."

"Cheater!" I savagely countered, testing out my wheels before instantly flipping onto the top part of the green bench.

At first, it seemed to going all too well. Though the rain was for the worse, I strangely enough kept my balance perfectly, leaning side to side only slightly, and fairly enjoyed the sound of scraping metal against rotting wood.

Before a loud pop resounded throughout my ears.

The board wasted no time when it sneakily slid from underneath before I could get my mind together. I can't even remember the moment when I pathetically reached out to nobody as my body flailed stupidly, but hopelessly to the side. The next moment had to be when I painfully crashed upon slippery pavement and a new pain exploded from my left leg.

I cried out loud, holding my awkwardly shaped and agonizing leg to my chest.

Rain continued to pound onto me, thoughtless on the condition I was in. No one was in sight, it was such a foul weather and the thunder felt like direct screaming to my ears. There was no sight of clear light as well, though moment from moment, claps of thunder gave off a dangerous spark. But I was in so much pain and torture, I could only curl into myself.

I didn't care anymore.

I didn't care that I won the ever precious fame and stardom. I didn't care that I was supposed to be singing my best single, Sk8er Hero, right now. I didn't care that my long-term boyfriend cheated on me with my long-forgotten best friend.

I didn't care.

It was my tough luck that my next moment was all featured in black.

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I woke up, confused as ever.

I was surrounded by little, many candles that burned off the scent of calming eucalyptus and it looked pretty sure that I was inside someone's home. On their sofa, in fact, without my Sk8er Hero hoodie or even my shoes. I was left in my ratty, black tank top with his tie still around my neck and damp jeans.

I looked a little bare.

Oh dear Nayru, was I going to be raped?

The impossible thought of it raced through my mind and I was going to fling my legs onto the ground and run like the wind.

Till I remembered my leg was most likely broken and the rapist would have got to me by now. I mean I blacked out, how much was of an opportunity was that?

Shrugging the thought off, I looked ahead to my seriously broken leg that was bandaged neatly with soft gauze and currently lied on a cushy pillow placed onto the elaborate table in front of me. My other parts were safely tucked into a blanket—a hundred percent Gerudo cotton, I checked—with another opulent cushion gently underneath my head. Groaning, I tried to sit up, rubbing the slightly less throbbing ache in my head.

Blacking out sucks.

"Are you awake?" A male voice called from my left.

Manically shrieking as a first response, I impulsively pulled the expensive blanket up to my chin.

"No, no, please don't be afraid." The voice softly soothed me from where ever the hell it's from, "I'm not going to hurt you. Well, if you can see that clearly." From my left, a swipe gesticulated to my mummified leg. Screw that, he could be a nice rapist.

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Ahm... let me..." The voice stood from it's spot to my far left and—

What the hell?

The voice was obviously male, so it wasn't a surprise when masculine features were revealed from the dim lighting; I saw his hair was a light shade, an average blonde really, and emerald-green eyes flickered from each feature on my face. His eyes were surprisingly warm and worried, they did held no lust to rape me. However, from the way he carefully held himself in a rumpled sweater vest over a button-down oxford, and in immaculately creased khakis was all I need to know to see a PREP smack over him.

I recoiled in horror.

He was pretty cute too. Damn it.

"Uummm..." I stared at him, helpless to reply next to a prep, "you haven't... said your... um—name."

"Name?" The guy pointed at himself like I directed the question to someone else. Yeah, the dude right next to you. "My name is Knil."

"Say what?"

"Knil. But most call me Kane."

"Where the hell did you get Kane from Knil?"

Kane unexpectedly chuckled, it was weirdly different from Link's delicious throaty laughter. His was more silvery, I guess, with the way he was careful how loud or deep he can get so it came out perfectly pitched to a girl's fitting.

It was stupid.

I found myself praising Link for not being like that.

"Really?" He interrupted with a snicker, this time more boyishly as I nodded slowly. Warily. "Well, Knil is a handful, right? So I just took the 'K' from Knil and stuck it with the second letter, 'N.' So it sounds like Kay-en." He shrugged, a bit too bombastically.

I stared at him. He smiled like I was so shocked from his so-called brilliance. Well I'll show Mister Preppy here how I'm sooo shocked.

"That's stupider than having an already stupid name."

He unexpectedly laughed again, walking away as well with his head bent towards himself. I can't help, but smile from the quick jubilation glowing from him from inside the depressing dimness of his home.

"Why is there so many candles out here?" My gauze-covered foot nudged a tiny candle.

"Power's out," he said, and then from behind, "you hungry?"

I swiveled my head to see he was head-deep in the confines of his fridge, the blare of no light giving me a bad idea about his food. But it's only been a couple minutes, right?

"You have limoncello?" I answered with his question of my own.

"Ahm, not quite. Will green tea with lemon do?"

"What the hell, why not?"

A fit of laughter was the reply I got back. I comfortably smiled again, snuggling into the expensive fabric and sinking into this magnificent sofa of his. Although it wasn't anything like the one Link and I picked, they were both comfortable!

Link.

Shrugging him off, I slowly looked around my surroundings, achieving more information that 'Kane' probably owned a candle factory, but then my eyes caught the window. It depicted several familiar buildings that I've walked by millions of times.

"Where am I?"

From the his place in the bustling kitchen, he calmly replied, "In my penthouse."

Rolling my eyes, I called out, "And that is?"

"On the Castles at the Swifty April."

It took a moment for me to realize that famous, apartment-complex name.

"Um," I raised my forefinger at an invisible him, "I live here too."

I heard another burst of laughter, but coming towards me. "Of course you do."

Kane came from behind the sofa and settled a glass tray before me, a few ways away from my leg. On the tray was a wineglass with a citrus color and a yellow lemon sliced on the glass's rim and another glass filled with something else, I couldn't tell. But on the center was a plate of...

"Pizza!" I freakishly squealed and immediately reached over for a slice. It wasn't fresh, I could tell, but it was heated somehow so it wasn't all that bad. Plus it tasted exquisite with the right amount of sauce, melting cheese, and many herbs for a pizza.

Link loved pizza.

Biting back the tears, I ripped off another bite while Kane took a spot to my left onto the sofa. He smiled as I savored the unique flavor before swallowing, then lifted a mug of some green lemon tea thing.

"This is the bomb," I talked, before bringing the tea to my lips.

"It's a week-old."

I comically spat out the tea to look at him, head-on.

He only smiled again, not acknowledging I ruined his carpet, before nonchalantly digging into his own slice. I was so hungry and shrugged it off before finishing the rest quickly, immediately reaching over for a second.

Gods, heartbreak can really work up an appetite.

And I finally broke down. Feeling sick to my stomach, I slowly set the down onto the plate with a quivering frown. Kane noticed, casually leaned back into the sofa, and began to talk to me.

"So, what's your story of being found in a ball with a broken leg in front of our apartment?" He warily questioned, setting down his pizza as well.

I buried my head into my knees, before rudely replying, "None of your business."

"Well," He leaned back into his spot with arms behind his head. "I've had quite the night. Another lavish party, another boring place to socialize, and another night wasted. Especially when the special guest had not shown up. Oh, but the amount of girls I got to hit on me was quite spectacular." He smirked as I coolly picked up the glass of green tea.

"Zero?" I guessed, sipping the tea. It warmly pooled into the bottom of my tummy, and I took another swig as Kane laughed heartily. His laughter was beginning to lose the silvery perfection and the small change caused my heart to slowly mend.

Damn, Zelda, slow down!

"Not exactly." He paused, tilting his head up as he carefully thought. "And just so you know, I am no liar. But it is such an unbelievable number." He smirked quite arrogantly, before saying, "It was approximately twenty-four ladies who had shamefully flirted with me tonight."

Inwardly, my heart broke the small mend.

"Twenty-four of those snot-faced children."

I scoffed, rolling my cerulean eyes in the process, "Twenty-four is a stupid number."

Smirking deviously, he showed me his phone before his finger swiped at screen. The device tilled, then the phone was by my ear. "Twenty-four new voicemail messages. Message one, 'Hhhhiiiii Kane! It's Delilah! I had so much fun tonight and soooo I was thinking about your offer to meet for coffee and ssoooo how's tomorrow afternoon sound?' *beep* Message two, 'Hey Kane! You remember Scarlett? Well it was such a pleasure to meet you and I am totally on for dinner!" *beep* Message three, 'Candy Kane!'" Here I laughed loudly as Kane quietly, but bemusedly, snickered. "'It's me, babe! Your sweet Tootsie! Call me later so we can hang, kay?'"

I waved at him to stop already—I couldn't handle myself if we'd reach twenty-four—and he agreed to do so. I felt a 'lil better and went back to greedily munching on pizza as Kane was putting away his his phone, but I ninja-like swiped it from him before he could.

"I know we only got to third of your conquests," I smirked at him, causing him to raise a brow at me, "but those girls sound plain desperate. I bet they hadn't had a boyfriend in ages."

"You're quite wrong." He picked up his glass of something and clinked the ice in the glass around. I took another bite of pizza. "I don't think these Castle Town socialites will agree for any other boyfriend than Crown Prince Knil of Elury." After another clink of ice, he sipped at his drink.

I stared at him. He flickered his emerald gaze to me, once, before going back to his drink.

"I know you," I mumbled, taking on a slight flush.

"And I to you," He coolly set down his drink, then leaned down to gaze more closely at me, "Princess Zelda of Hyrule. But more known as the Rocker of Wisdom."

I immediately looked down, focusing on my hands which are covered with a new coat of inky black. But, I focus on hearing the most predictably words next, "Why would you give up your throne to rock?"

But it never comes.

Creasing his forehead with concern, Kane remarked softly, "I just don't understand why you, all broken up and drenched to the bone, if you're an ex-princess and current rocker of the year."

The minute he finished that sentence, I'm in tears.

"I found my boyfriend was getting it on with our best friend that came back from her kingdom for our concert so I ran away from them like a coward and he tried to explain but I didn't let him so he chased after me and I just kept running until I got here and then I tried to grind this bench and then—and then—"

"Here you are," he concluded, staring at me with something unfathomable in his watchful gaze.

"Yeah," I sniffled, drawing the blanket closer to myself. He offered some tissues from behind the sofa, but I tearfully refused with my damp eyes attached to his kind face. "I'm really sorry, Kane. Talking about my love life when..."

"It's quite all right. We didn't know each very well, so I don't blame you for following someone else, someone who was very close to you. Saved Hyrule and all, together," he remarked softly.

"If you say so... but, no, that was him and our best friend, Midna." Wiping my runny nose with my shoulder, I mumbled with a swirl of my finger, "I just stood in the background, acting like the cliche damsel in distress. What a real, Hyrulean princess would do."

"Oh." He ran a hand through his head, thoughtfully. "But you were still closer than that?"

"I guess not if he'd go on with my own best friend. I guess they were more than good friends too, none like I thought before. I hate him, though."

Another pause ensued.

"They were just kissing, am I right?"

"Yeah, but still—"

Kane instantly gripped my chin, tilted my head up and kissed me, smack there on the lips.

WHAT.

I stayed as still as a stature when his lips pressed more firmly onto mine, yet he was stopping himself, but that made him all the more pleasant. Immediately, I did not accept the invite, but in time—I did

Hahaa, I realized in the middle of this.

Link can suck this.

Then, just as I thought we were going to get a little further, he broke away, almost too quickly with his fingers off my chin. We then conscientiously stared at each other for a puzzled moment, before he nonchalantly leaned back into the sofa with two hands brought onto his knees, eyeing me carefully. That actually looked kinda... appealing.

How did...

I blushed furiously, embarrassingly hiding half of my face into the soft blanket. Nervously, I pressed more fingers onto his phone, which was starting to cover with sweat from my clammy palms.

"Now," He then gestured to the space between us, "we have done the same as they have. But at the same time, we're just two platonic friends. I mean, we have just met, haven't we?" YES, but we were engaged before! "Does that make their mistake just as bad as ours? Or more importantly, did it really mean anything?"

Before I could jump to my defense, there was a rapid knock at the door.

Almost shrieking again, I shockingly jumped just as Kane shot a perturbed look at the door.

Silence.

"Whose there?" Kane called out cautiously.

"I know Zelda is in here." The last voice I would ever want to hear answered. "And I need to talk to her. Please open this door?"

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