This one is in Vaati's point of view, so bear with me. It's a little sporadic and teeter-tottery, which gives way to his thought process (and his split personality problem). There isn't a lot of speaking, because it's mostly Vaati trying to work things out in his mind. He's also alone for most of this, so that is also why. If you like this little peek into Vaati's mind, let me know, and I'll put more up here. This was kind of a 'I don't know how to transition in so here' kind of deal.

The boy could do what he pleased for all I cared. I had only offered my help—kindly, I might add—and what did I get in return? A figurative slap on the wrist. I just don't want Link to die so early on in the journey, I thought.

So it seemed that the 'great and noble hero' wasn't as such. He was arrogant, rude, judgmental. Link thought that he could take care of himself? Fine. I wouldn't be the one healing him the next time around. Let him die; the stupid Hylian didn't even know he was out of red potion.

But that caused me to think in a different manner: Link had been alone the first time he saved Hyrule, and not a lot of people helped him along. So why did I need to help him in the first place? "His precious Zelda told him to," I grumbled to myself, rolling my eyes. "Stupid girl."

After rinsing the blood from me in the pond, I made my way back into town and to the tavern, where Lilla, Catelyn, and Colin were waiting, drinking, laughing. I just wanted Colin that night—the hardened body of a man instead of the compliant female skin for a more serious and raw fucking—so I beckoned the blonde teen up to my room.

Thoughts were going around and around in my head as I pulled off my simple purple hat—the Minish Cap was tucked away for magical emergencies—and tunic. Thoughts of Link and how he was embarrassed that someone was willing to help him, how he was trying to cover it up with—oh. That's what he was doing when he told me to go back to my whores.

I nearly hit myself with the obviousness of it. "Colin, you may go," I said, now realising my mistake.

After my door closed, I debated going back to Link's and confronting him. I knew I would have to apologise. He was still young, after all. Stupid and naïve, but somehow, he had potential. He had gotten me the pearl, hadn't he?

I paused halfway to the door to lock it, now confused again. "Fuck, I forgot to ask for it," I growled, feeling frustrated. I needed to release my irritation somehow; I shouldn't have sent Colin back.

It was no use though. I couldn't get my mind off of that blonde Hylian, and Colin was only a reminder of him, in looks and in the way he acted. I remembered Colin saying something when we met that he wanted to grow up to be like Link when he was a child; not the sword and weapon wielding, but Link's kinder side, his braver side.

Personally, I didn't think Link kind, or brave. But now that I thought about it, Link went through that entire dungeon by himself. "He nearly got himself killed, Vaati," I grumbled, my mood souring again. My mind was going back and forth, unable to make up its mind.

Damn Link. Damn this journey. Damn that princess for sending him. We had a long way ahead of us, and both of us purposefully getting on each other's nerves wasn't going to help either of us.

If this continued, I was going to end up killing either myself or him. Or both of us, for that matter. We weren't going to be able to stop in civilizations very often; most of the items I needed were in dungeons in the middle of nowhere. It was a stroke of luck that this was even in a town.

But I did not want to deal with this-time's Link. Especially when he was exactly like Green. Green… having him back then was more than enough for me. He is Green, my subconscious told me, and strangely, it sounded like that smart-assed Vio. "I don't want this!" I nearly yelled, "I want to forget them! Forget him…"

I sat heavily on my bed, suddenly nearly reduced to tears. "I don't know how to do this…" My moods were everywhere tonight, and I didn't even have a good fuck to settle them down. I stood and resumed pacing, and glanced in my mirror. You do it the same way you did with Green, my eerie subconscious replied.

"Shut up!" I screamed, leaning my hands on the bureau and staring at my reflection. "I don't want to hear it anymore!" Angry tears started making their way down my cheeks and I slammed a fist on the wood, and then swept everything off of its surface. "Fuck!"

I slid to my knees and sobbed, "I can't think of you fondly anymore, Green…" And it was there that I stayed until I could bring myself to crawl into my bed and fall asleep, only to dream of Ezlo and the Four Sword.