Hey, readers! Thanks for all of the reviews and hits! I'm coming towards the end of this story, but I want to start another one. Atleast as soon as my creative juices start to flow again. (You can see I have a passion for juice) But I don't want to do it on Skyward Sword (which I do not own any amount of). I want to do it on The Hunger Games (Which I also do not own any amount of, either). Tell me what you guys think. And enjoy!
He must be terrified. Pipit worriedly thinks, his mind amuck with images of Link being comforted in Flynn's arms.
"Oh no you don't," he says to Flynn, although Flynn is a mile away.
He reaches the foreboding thunderhead and shoots through the dense, dark clouds, coming out drenched. Inside, the rain pours heavily. His vision impaired, Pipit squints to spot something similar to stables.
He catches sight of a flooding stream and a few windmills. But then lightning streaks the distant sky and shines brightly on Pipit's eyes. Stumbling by the unexpected flash, Pipit almost loses balance on his loftwing. He still searches fervently for Link. Where the hell is that stable!
A few seconds after the lightning, a thunderous roar fills the air, so strong Pipit's loftwing brushes the side of a windmill. Hurt, it falls to the ground, flinging Pipit off and hitting the wet ground with a thud. He screams in frustration. Looking up, he spots the back of a wooden building through the heavy rain and notices where he has landed.
"Link!" He quickly stands, almost slipping, and runs to the front side of the stable. He trips and falls to his knees halfway there, but finds his way up leaning on the wall beside him. His tunic weighing two tons, he reaches the front, breathless and straining to see through the dark.
Then a tremulous boom sounds in the air, and a small figure whimpers in the back, sitting down with his knees to his chest, shivering.
"Link!" Pipit shouts. Link is terrified out of his wits, shaking. He hears Pipit's voice and turns his teary face towards it.
"Pip…Pipit?" He barely whispers, sniffing. "You're here…" He can't believe his eyes, they must be deceiving him.
Pipit dashes to Link and kneels in front of him, his breathing heavy. He's dripping wet, and his eyes soon adjust to the dim light. Link's cheeks are streaked with tears, and his body is shivering. A bolt of lightning shoots across the sky, brightening his face, revealing to Pipit how horrible it was for Link to be stuck here. Alone.
"Yeah…" Pipit says, looking deeply at the frightened boy, consoling him. "I'm here-" But he was cut off by another sonic boom.
Link instinctively jumps at Pipit and desperately grasps the back of his tunic, clutching Pipit close, his face pressed close to Pipit's chest. Whimpers escape the young knight's mouth.
"Pip—Pipit!" Pipit tenderly embraces Link, clamping his own eyes shut.
"Shh…" He whispers softly, at a lost at what else to say.
Hesitantly, he brings a hand to the back of Link's head. Link lets out a shaky, content breath that startles Pipit, making him wonder if he went too far. But then Link makes a sound of longing. "It's okay…" He asks for Pipit to touch him.
Pipit complies.
Lightning flashes through the sky to the boys, illuminating their caring embrace. And immediately after they become enveloped in darkness, thunder reverberates inside the soggy, wooden stable, forcing Link to clamp on to a damp Pipit with a vice-like grip.
"Don't let go…" Link desperately pleads to the older knight, their bodies locked together.
"Never," Pipit replies. Holding Link tighter, if that was even possible. Their breaths foggy in the humid air.
...
And when the thunder storm subsides, and the dark sky becomes faintly sunny, roofs and trees still dripping with water; that's how they were found by, nonetheless, Flynn.
Still bereft of a shirt, he stands outside the stable, stock-still and eyes as wide as dinner plates. A sight of Pipit smothering an innocent Link, jealousy burns with a ferocity within him.
But he just stands there, his anger sweltering.
Link's eyes open, triggered by the shining sun, and meet a looming object at the other end of the stable. Then, they open even wider in shock.
"Oh!" He says, awkwardly getting out of the weird position he was in, wiping his eyes with the heels of his hands, and stands up. Pipit doesn't understand why Link got up and looks where Link is looking.
Then he gets it.
"Sorry about that." Link says apologetically, and slightly blushing. But Pipit just nonchalantly stands up.
Flynn, with his hands to his hips, and an annoyed look on his face says, "Laying down on the job," and cocks his eyebrow, "With Pippy over here?" His voice comes out regular and resolute, but his thoughts are otherwise. Why does Pipit get to hold him? He imagines himself holding Link tight, and then mentally shivers in excitement.
"We…" Link starts, but then trails off, his disheveled tunic and hat imply all that needs not be said. "I was scared…" He says, not able to elaborate, his eyes trained on a weed.
"Okay…?" Flynn says incredulously, rain dripping from his rippling muscles. He has been in the rain getting the loftwings underground, where it's safe. "You were scared…" He gives Link an unbelieving look, but then Pipit intervenes, arms crossed at his chest.
"I didn't expect you to know this," He starts off; like he's the boss "But Link has a terrible fear of thunder storms." This takes Flynn aback. How did he not know about this? Is that why he found the two curled up with each other the night before the race, also? Was Link that terrified…?
Pipit glares at Flynn with pure distaste. What a showoff, He thinks No one cares if you have abs. It seems Flynn didn't know of Link's phobia. He stands there, baffled, at a loss for words. Who does he think he is, kissing my Link? The knight recollects how suspicious Link acted a few hours ago, and then remembers the kiss they both had. Then, finally speaking up, Flynn says something in response to Pipit's statement.
"Well, that means you can leave now." The farmer says, obviously flustered.
"I guess I will." Pipit replies, but not before leaning towards Link and planting a deep kiss on his lips. Links fully awakens from the adrenaline rush, his eyes wide open. Pipit lets it linger there longer than it should, leaving a bewildered Link to blush like a maniac, his already messy hair sticking at ends.
This makes steam rise from the inner depths of Flynn, his jealousy an intense inferno. "Now." He says to Pipit, who barely acknowledges his command.
"Bye, Linky." Pipit says lovingly, waving. He walks out, and then is out of sight. But definitely not out of mind.
Link is utterly embarrassed by Pipit's actions, his face a scarlet mess. Flynn, arms crossed, eyes averted, and jaw chewing at nothing, has no idea at what to say.
Hours pass before one of the two speaks up.
"Just get back to work." Flynn says, finally, storming off to herd the sheep. Leaving Link to finish the last pillar alone.
The sky is finally sunny again, to Link's relief. Thank the Goddess for Pipit, the boy thinks, while scrubbing the old crust from the wood. His muscles have healed somewhat, the muscle potion's symptoms must have worn off.
If it wasn't for Pipit, he doesn't know what would have happened. If it wasn't for him being here when Link needed it…
Pipit…his best friend. But could he be more than just a friend…?
Could Pipit, the one that cares for Link the most, really become his…his boyfriend?
Blooms of red appear on Link's cheeks, but this time, Link doesn't want them to go away. He doesn't shake away those once pestering thoughts of Pipit anymore. Of his firm, but loving hands. Of his soft, hazel freckles.
No, Link cherishes them, instead.
"Pipit…" He says softly to the wooden beam, treasuring the name.
Awww. That's so cute. Well, I'm planning on having the next chapter done somewhere before Wednesday. "Planning" being the key word...
But anyways, thank you guys so much for the nice reviews. I didn't know I was that good of a writer! ^_^