A/N: I just finished Phantom Hourglass. What to do now…?
Why, write some Dark/Link. Duuuh. Isn't that what you all do? (It's funny; a couple of years ago, I wouldn't touch this pairing. It grew on me. Slowly. Like a fungus.)
Three words about the music of this chapter: Dark World Jazz.
Universe: Not OoT, actually. A made up one.
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100 Battles
Hunger
"Hey," the blonde said, smiling cheerfully as he opens the door for his companion. "Thanks for coming!"
"Yeah, yeah," the ebony-haired boy mumbled. "You practically dragged me here, Link."
Link laughed. "Well, yeah! We just saved the entire world! We need to celebrate!" With that, he entered.
This was a bar, but it was civilized enough, for all the people in it. In the corner, a small band was playing some sort of jazz song; a few dainty tables with some occupied tables surrounded the ensemble. But Link's intent was clear-taking his friend's arm, he strode over to the counter and took a seat, said friend filling the one beside him; the blue-eyed hero raised his arm, still smiling that stupid smile of his. "One please, Talon! The usual!" He paused, tossing a red rupee on the table. "…But I think Dark here wants something stronger, you know?"
The young man scowled. "The strongest thing you have here."
It wasn't long before the bartender comes around with the beverages-Link's a chalky white, Dark's a deep brown. Link thanked the man, before adding to his order. "Oh, and something to eat. We just saved the world! We're starving!" A couple of people drifted towards him at the claim, and he flexed his muscles in a comedic manner. "Yeah, it's true. So it's this bright, perfect-" Dark began tuning him out.
He was so goddess damn cheerful all the time; it had become very annoying, very fast. Of course…Dark was the reason behind it, mostly, being a veritable siphon of negative energy, but still-gah! He couldn't wait to leave this place! With this thought in mind, he took a sip of his drink, enjoying the burn it left in his throat. Goron Ale was simply the best.
Oh, and here was the promised sustenance. The shadow nudged the hero. "Hey."
Link turned, grinned innocently. "We were just talking about you. How you help me out 'n' stuff now."
Dark grunted noncommittally. "Food's here." He returned his attention to a blank spot on the wall above the taps, ignoring the strange sensation that had just washed over him-it felt like his innards had disappeared for a moment…but they had reappeared quickly, though the lightheadedness remained. It was probably just hunger talking, but…hunger couldn't explain this burning sensation smoldering about his cheeks.
Another long sip of ale was taken. A very long sip. "Just hungry…" he muttered, beginning to shovel down the chowder.
"Huh?" It was-surprisingly enough-everyone's favorite legendary hero. Joy.
"It's nothing." His shadow frowned, giving his counterpart a steely glare. "Now stop smiling like that."
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And now I go to bed. :3