Ok, folks, here we are. The beginning of the real, honest to god angst. The serious stuff. The stuff that's gonna make you wanna sit in a corner and cry. Because I know I did.
Anyways... Sorry for the not updating every twenty seconds. I've been busier than stink, and have had zero amounts of time. Hurrahs go to Silent Slayer, Samus, and Galenchia for thier noble efforts. No one got it this time, unfortunately, and that makes me sad, so therefore I shall increase goodness of the hints by as much as I can. Because I want people to get it. Mwahahaha.
Anyways... Here are teh hints. 1) It is a standard cuss/exclamation. 2) The word that begins it is the same as this chapter, only minus the 's. 3) The last word begins with H.
Guess, people! Make me happy!
I woke up in a bed of red silk, with burgundy velvet framing four walls around it. My first thoughts were… confused, to say the least. I tried to find Link, not with my eyes but with my mind, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He wasn't there. I couldn't feel him with me any more. We were separate again.
My Sheikah training kicked in. I took a mental tally of my current status, and found it was a little better than I'd hoped. I didn't appear to be injured, other than a couple of aching bruises on my hips. I was also, I noted with some alarm, completely naked.
And tied to the bed.
Shit.
More red silk wrapped its way around my arms and then promptly affixed itself to a little iron ring set into the middle of the headboard. My feet seemed to be unbound, but my arms would have to stay above my head until I worked my way loose. Although, judging from the little test wriggles I performed, someone had tied me down very, very well.
Three guesses as to who it was.
This was really not good.
"Well, look at who finally decided to rejoin the living." Said the shadow behind the curtain I hadn't seen.
But maybe that wasn't really my fault… The curtain appeared to be dissolving. It had been opaque a moment ago.
"How are you feeling, Muuna Chevoh? I dearly hope my magic hasn't fried your brain. That would be a shame." Sure enough, Ganondorf stepped right through the curtain and sat himself down on the edge of the bed.
He reached out his sunburned hand tried to touch my face. Almost tender, almost caring. As if he had every right to touch me. As if we were lovers.
I almost ripped my arms out of their sockets trying to get away.
Ganondorf laughed and pulled his hand back.
"What are you so scared of?" To my surprise, his eyes never strayed from mine, despite the rather large expanse of flesh I had managed to uncover in my desperate scurry.
Well, to tell the truth, I had effectively pushed the blanket off of myself entirely. Meaning that there was nothing at all to stop him from looking at me. The fact that he didn't meant one of two things. Either he was a better man than I thought (not likely) or he had already seen me. Which would make sense, considering that I distinctly remembered still wearing the bottom half of my suit when everything went to hell, and now I definitely was not. The only question was…
"What have you done to me, bardarn?" I spat at him, using the worst possible insult I could conceive of at the time.
The dark king looked at me, as if considering the full meaning of my reasonably simple question. As if debating within himself what exactly that question meant.
And then he smiled, and it was the singly most unsettling thing I had ever seen in my entire life.
"Nothing, Muuna Chevoh.
"Not to you, at least."
Muuna Chevoh Little Shadow, in the litteral translation. Sort of an insult, actually.
Bardarn Pervert.