(A/N) For my claim at drabble100 in LJ. Hope you enjoy it!
Title: Rust.
Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time.
Characters: Sheik, Link.
Drabble Number: 012.
Prompt Number: 017.
Prompt Word: Brown.
Rating: PG-13.
Gerne: Angst.
Quote: "I cannot be, until you're resting here with me." From "Here With Me" by Dido.
Word Count: 269
Notes: Because I have this fixation with Sheik denying Link's dead.
Rust.
It's a mechanical thing to do, sharpen and polish, sharpen and polish, but it keeps his hands occupied and his mind free to wander.
Sheik learned early on that Impa disliked idle hands. They had a tendency to cause harm, to himself and to others, so he never allowed them to be still.
Besides, there was so much to do around. Taking care of Epona, clean around a bit, polish his blades, clean and polish His sword, prepare meals, help around the village.
After all, he had to keep things running smoothly for when He came back.
Zelda had come once or twice to ask him for the Master Sword... but he couldn't give it to her, not until He said it was fine. Not until He came back.
Sheik hates the rust that keeps gathering in the Sword. It's a brown crust that he can't remove no matter how hard he tries, and it's slowly driving him insane as he can swear it grows more and more each day.
He frets and throws a tantrum when something inside their small house is moved, by Impa or someone else. He doesn't want anything to change, to be different.
Sheik wants, needs everything to be exactly as it was the day He left, so that when He comes back, He recognizes everything.
Because He has to come back.
And everyday, without fault, Sheik will torn his fingers raw, trying to get rid of the lying, stupid brown crust on the blade, tainting it red with his blood as he keeps scrubbing, sharpening.
But rust never goes, rust never lies.
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