A/N-

Late. Late. Late. -seriously planned on posting this, what, months ago?-

I loathed the Gerudo Training Grounds. Hope you weren't expecting me to write them. -twitch- Only warning here is Nabooru jumps Nyche's bones (so to speak), and it's pretty abrupt. ...Deal with it, it was the plan from day one. XD

Dark stared at the door that seemed to be mocking them, grinning maliciously, cackling at their inability to unlock and therefore open it.

"What did we miss?" Nyche sighed, folding her arms.

"Stop taking it so personally – this place is a maze, it's natural that we'd miss something." He pouted, eyes still narrowed on the door.

"Well. We missed something, this is a given – what?" Nyche shrugged.

"Split up?"

"Sure."

They eventually found the key sitting placidly on a platform above the lava room, much to Dark's disgust. They picked it up and returned to the doors, Nyche ignoring her 'brother's' muttering and throwing open the chest, revealing a single shimmering arrow. Like the Fire Arrows, a diamond shaped sapphire surrounded by thin tear drops that flared out like rays was embedded just beneath the head. Frost covered the arrowhead itself, and even the wood was icy.

"...Ice, maybe?" Nyche looked over her shoulder at Dark with an expression that said everything.

"What do you think, Dark?" The slender man stuck his tongue out in reply, and she rolled her eyes, striding out past him.

"Let's see if Link's back yet."

They arrived in the desert and approached the temple, ducking into the cool, dark building against the blast of night wind. Dark looked around, eying the tablets with a little frustration.

"Nothing's changed, so..."

"He's not here yet," Nyche finished, feeling the same frustration. Dark sighed and shrugged his shoulders, rubbing them a little.

"Okay – I'm going to Kakariko Graveyard. I have something I need to do; wait here for me. If Link comes back, tell him I'll be back before sundown tomorrow." She raised a bemused eyebrow at that and nodded. He sang the dark notes as he walked out, disappearing in a shimmer of purple. Nyche stared at the space he'd been occupying and sighed, sitting with a thump, staring at the ceiling.

Hours (at least she thought so) passed without change; something would occasionally rumble deeper in the temple, and sometimes she thought she heard music, but she was otherwise stuck.

"Well, well, well. You must be Nyche." She started, shooting to her feet and summoning the gauntlets in the same breath, sinking into a fighting stance instantly. A giggle sounded from near the entrance, and she rose a bit, padding halfway down the short staircase.

The newcomer was a buxom Gerudo in pink; she held up her hands to show she was unarmed, one hip shifted to the side.

"Hi – I'm Nabooru, Ganondorf's second in command." Nyche nodded slowly, letting the gauntlets return to the void as she backed up off the stairs.

"Nyche – but you know that." The Gerudo dropped her hands and sauntered up the steps, leaning against the low rail and smirking up at her.

"Well, aren't you a pretty one?" she commented, tossing her high ponytail over her shoulder, leaning onto her elbows and fluttering her eyelashes at her. Nyche felt her cheeks flame and looked away, trying to remember the fantastically cool Water Temple. Another soft giggle sounded close to her ear and she gasped, stumbling away as the Gerudo straightened, lips parting in a coy smile.

"Mm...pretty and skittish..."

Nabooru had intended on leaving the ring with Mirani and returning to the Spirit Temple, but something had prompted her to bypass the Fortress entirely and simply wait in the Temple. She hadn't expected to find a bewitching blonde pouting in the front room. She stretched a little, feeling her smile widen at the slightly panicked expression in those shimmering silver-lavender eyes.

"What's wrong, Nyche, pretty one?" she murmured, stepping closer, cornering her. She slid her arms around the slim waist and arching forward, touched her nose to the blonde's pert one. Nyche squeaked and squirmed, gasping in surprise as she accidentally ground her tender body against Nabooru's. The Gerudo shuddered and muffled a moan in the girl's throat, amazed by how aroused she'd become in so short a time. Nyche's fingers curled around her biceps, slipping a little on the gold armlet, and she leaned a little bit away, panting. Nabooru stared at her soft, pouty lips and swallowed hard at the bolt of hunger that rippled through her body. She gently brought her hand up against the blonde's face, brushing her knuckles against her jaw. Nyche's eyes glazed, then fluttered closed, lips parting in a soft sigh – an unspoken invitation. Nabooru leaned forward, resting her hips against the girl's, and kissed her slowly, one hand coming up to cup the back of her head.

Nyche moaned against the Gerudo woman's warm mouth, gasping in surprise when teeth nibbled at her lower lip. She dug her fingers into the hard muscles of Nabooru's upper arms and kissed her back fervently, lights exploding behind her eyes. Nabooru eventually pulled away, eyes almost glowing with tenderness and hunger. It was unexpected – inexplicable. She backed up some, only to be pulled back by the blonde, gasping and then purring when the girl accidentally grazed her chest. Nyche flushed and began to apologize, only to have her mouth captured in another hot kiss. She purred and returned it, savored it. Her hands fell to the woman's generous curves, and she fought the urge to fondle her eagerly, flushing at the heat coursing through her.

"Nab-Nabooru-ooooh, Nabooru, s-stop..." She leaned back against the wall, eyes locked on Nabooru's heaving chest. She slowly raised her eyes and blushed hard at the raised eyebrow.

"I'm – um..." Nabooru leaned forward and kissed her shortly, catching her wrist and pulling her forward.

"Don't apologize, lovely – I don't mind you admiring me." Nyche licked her lips, eyes returning to her bosom.

"I'd love to do more than admire..."

Dark entered the Temple quietly, eyes adjusting almost instantly to the dim light.

"Nyche? Where are you?" He heard a startled gasp, shuffling, and a warm chuckle, before Nyche popped up from the platform above him, clutching a Gerudo blanket to her body, cheeks a bright scarlet.

"D-Dark! You're back!" Dark raised an eyebrow at that, looking at the blanket she was clutching to her body, trying in vain to cover the fact that she was naked.

"Nyche...what are you doing?" Another sultry chuckle floated to his ears, and he felt his eyebrow inch up even more as a Gerudo woman sat up behind Nyche, tossing thick red curls over her shoulder to lean against Nyche's back, arms slipping around her waist.

"Hello, Dark. I'm Nabooru – Ganondorf's second in command." Dark nodded, feeling a smirk growing at Nyche's deepening blush.

"Looks like a lust for the Gerudo isn't isolated to Link." Her blush seemed to intensify.

"Shut up, Dark – eep!" Nabooru squeezed her hips again, unseen by Dark, and rolled her own against the slender woman's body again, nibbling on the graceful column of her throat.

"We'll be dressed in a moment, Dark." He chuckled at her dismissal and returned to the burning desert sands, leaving Nyche to melt into the sensual Gerudo.

They joined him outside of the temple, Nabooru's arm slung lazily around Nyche's waist. Nyche leaned against her, smiling a little, as they all watched the sunrise. Dark felt a weird prickle across his body, and frowned, half turning to face Nyche and Nabooru, when Nyche cried out, panic clear in her wordless reaction. He turned completely, about to draw his sword, only to stare in horror; Nabooru and stepped away from Nyche, eyes wide and frantic, as purple and dark blue light engulfed her, and screeching cackles sounded above them. Dark only barely yanked Nyche back, knowing she was about to do something Link-like.

"Nabooru – Nabooru!" The Gerudo woman screamed and disappeared completely as the screeching cackles faded. Nyche stared brokenly at the spot she'd been standing in, and burst into tears.

The blue light ceased, and Link spun the Master Sword lazily, resheathing it and running out of the Temple of Time, slowing a little as his eyes landed on the path leading up the the castle.

"Link?" Navi bobbed in front of his eyes, tone concerned.

"Is everything alright?" He nodded slowly.

"I...wonder if he's okay..." Navi paused, dimming. Ganondorf again.

"I'm sure he's fine, dear – but we have a Sage to save, remember?" Link rubbed his eyes and nodded, pulling the Ocarina out.

Sand whipped around them as they landed on the platform and were ambushed.. He caught an exuberant Dark and laughed a little, nuzzling his hair.

"Missed me, huh?" His shadow leaned forward, touching his nose to his.

"A little bit..." He pulled back, expression turning solemn.

"Something happened in the past?" Link started, nodding.

"I finally met Nabooru – she sent me to get the...Silver...Gauntlets...what's wrong?" he asked, worry tinging his voice. Dark looked over his shoulder at the temple, then back to him, leading him across the sand.

"Nyche and I met Nabooru as well; I think we have more history with her than we thought, because she and Nyche had an instant attraction to one another. Nyche's torn up – Nabooru just...disappeared in dark light. We heard cackling, but I don't know who it was..." Link bit his lip, eyes rising to the temple towering above them, when he suddenly pulled the Silver Gauntlets off and pressed them into Dark's hands.

"I need to go back to Hyrule Castle – start without me. Navi, go with him." Dark blinked.

"What-"

"There's something I need to get. I'll join you as soon as I can." Dark watched him go, baffled. Navi chimed in question, and he shook his head.

"I don't know either."

Link landed in the Temple of Time and hit the ground running, ignoring the Redeads as usual and sprinting up to the castle.

"Ganondorf! Ganondorf, I know you can hear me – augh!" He yelped as he landed hard in the throne room, faced with a bored Gerudo king leaning against the wall, arms crossed across his broad chest. He rose and brushed himself off, glorying a little at how ridiculously edible the man managed to look – maybe it was shadow-born thing; Goddesses knew Dark looked absolutely ravishing all the time. He crossed the space between them, wary suddenly. The smallest smirk hovered at the corner of Ganondorf's mouth, and he was running his eyes over him in the oddest fashion.

"...Welcome back." Link nodded, feeling his hackles rise.

"Is something wrong?" he asked quietly, eyes sweeping the room. No guards – no one at all. The king chuckled, and the air around him turned cold.

"Nothing's wrong, beautiful." He whipped around in time to feel his hand burn as chains twined around his wrists and he was yanked to eye level with the smirking Gerudo, who cupped his jaw with contradicting tenderness – and out of the corner of his eyes, Link saw the flaming Triforce of Power and blanched.

"Nothing wrong at all..."

A/N: I started listening to Judas (Lady Gaga's) near the end – can you tell? Eeeeek so short, but it's only because this is winding down ridiculously fast. Phah.