I'M STILLL ALIVE!

AH. Now that THAT'S out of my system, Hey there guys! It's been a while, hasn't it? Secondary school sucks.

But CLASS POLITICS, ugh, I'm not excited for actual politics when I reach legal voting age.

I have a shitton of half baked stories sitting at the back of my cobwebbed filled writing files, and I WANT TO FINISH THEM SO BAD...

sob.

Also, as a side note, would you guys want spin offs? Like angstinator, or someother stuff like that? Cuz if so, I'd be more than happy to do so.

So, lately as you can see, I've been addicted to Skyward Sword. I can FINALLY play it properly, since we fixed my old wii and I've spent my one week holiday back in march playing it for bout 13 hours a day. I'm already at the final boss.

Welp.

To procrastinate my defeating of Demise and beating the beautiful game, I've been doing Homework and just about everything else. Also, I got Smash Bros brawl for my Bday, so some Smash bros stories comin up soon...

Yea, that seems to be it.

I hope you enjoy reading, and I hope you have a FANTASTIC day.

Fluffinator 14

I shifted in the wooden tub uncomfortably, fully aware that on the other side of the wall Link was out there, presumably tired. My face turns red as I sink deeper into the water, trying to allow the warm water to coax me out of my embarrassment.

I hope Link doesn't open the door by accident.

Oh gosh…

I absentmindedly start to stare at the door, where the quietness behind it was rather unsettling.

It had only been a month since Link and I built the cottage with our own hands (It was mostly Link though; he hardly let me touch the hammer), and since then I still haven't gotten used to the fact we share the same bathroom.

Link had to settle the demanding increase of Skyloftians begging to start life down in the surface. Sure, Groose helped out, but Link had been pushing himself. Getting up at the crack of dawn and only returning at dusk, I worried about him. As his partner, I provided him with what I could. I made sure he didn't skip any of his meals, tried (and failed) to make sure he had enough sleep for the day, but it didn't seem like it was enough. I had tried to stay up multiple times in order to greet him and shower him with home cooked food and a warm bath pre-prepared for him, but I always managed to fall asleep, only to wake up to find the warm bath cold, with bits of dirt and sometimes even the water turning the slightest bit red, and the food untouched.

It made me mad to no end that Link was keeping injuries from me, and that he wasn't eating. Mostly the injury part.

He seemed fine every morning; except that he was in such a rush half the time I couldn't even wrap bandages around the open wounds which I could see him curse about from the corner of my eye.

Tonight, however, I was more determined than ever to catch him. He had gone on for 4 whole days without eating breakfast or dinner, and thinking it would help me stay awake, I pumped myself a warm bath. As ashamed as I am about it, I fell asleep, and I woke up when I heard the slamming the door.

I fingered the ring around my finger, wondering how my thoughts managed run full circle.

I numbly stood up, wrapping a towel around myself. I opened the door, and the sight that greeted me was more than unsettling. I couldn't help but stifle a gasp as I took in his frame.

Eye bags drooped under his eyes as he tiredly took off his chainmail, a gash on the side of his arm smudged with blood. His well built frame was slouching over as he fought off sleep. I saw his ribs underneath his pale skin and I bit my lip before walking over to him.

"Link."

He didn't notice me.

"Link." I said a little louder, this time, his eyes fell on me.

"Hi Zelda." He mumbled, putting his right arm over the wound.

I scowled, pulling his arm away. It gave way without a moment of hesitation. That wasn't a good sign.

On closer inspection, it was deeper than I thought. I grabbed the disinfectant and dabbed it on the wound. He didn't even flinch.

I gently cupped his cheeks, bringing his eyes to mine. He stared at me for a few seconds before dropping his eyes.

I sighed, letting go of his cheeks and resumed bandaging his arm.

"Go and bath. I'll heat up the food." I told him softly, and he nodded dumbly. I turned on the tap and undressed him before helped him into the tub.

After shutting the door and putting on clothes, I heard his back hit the tub and the sound of mumbling came from the inside. I opened the door once again to find him sleeping soundly, the dirt and grime washing off of his body.

I didn't have the heart to wake him up. Instead, I walked over to him and grabbed a towel and started to wash the stubborn stains of grass and dirt off. As I gently soaked his skin, I froze when I heard my name.

"Zellie…" I bit my lip as I realised he was sleep talking.

"Can I cuddle with you?" I grinned despite myself and started paying more attention.

"Your chest is soft and squishy." I turned red as he droned on.

He continues to gush about me and I could help but smile throughout. Before long I knew he had to properly go to bed, so quietly, I pinched his nose.

He suddenly started to choke. His eyes open wide in panic before his sight falled onto me. His eyes lower before scratching his nose in embarrassment.

"S-sorry…I'll go eat." He muttered as I grabbed a towel and gave it to him. He wrapped it around himself and I help him put on some clean clothes and pushed the food towards him.

Tiredly, he grabbed the spoon and began to tuck in. I watched him struggle to stay awake and sigh.

I got him tucked into bed before leaving to clear up the table. As I walked into the room I see Link nowhere to be seen. I panicked.

What could I say?

I got out of the room and started calling for Link. He could have slipped out while I was doing the dishes.

Suddenly I heard an obnoxiously loud snore come from the bedroom. I groaned as I went back in, this time I went to the right side of the bed. Link's body was sprawled onto the floor, his eyes seemed to be stapled shut.

I pulled him back on the bed, and draped the blanket on top of him.

I planted a kiss onto his forehead.

"Sleep well, sleepyhead." I whispered, and he moved his arms to circle around my waist.

"I love you too...so comfy." My cheeks turned deep red as he rested his head on my chest and chuckled.

I know I probably can't stay awake to greet him every time, but really, I don't have to. I guess I just have to wake up earlier to counter his late schedule to prepare his meals and whatnot.

…Maybe even earlier to hear his little mumblings.