Bonjour my Bodacious Babes! Sorry for the delay, guys. If you've been keeping up with my DA, then you'll know I arrived back from Japan and then promptly had some horrible medical issues to go through - that had nothing to do with Japan, mind you. Kiddies, just know this - it is super, super important that when you are on flights that are longer than 3 hours, it's very important to GET UP AND WALK AROUND every now again. Yeah, they talk about blood clots in your legs, but they never mention pilonidal cysts. And trust me, those are terrible. Erm, aside from that, I had costumes to work on for myself and a friend a con to attend, and a return to my day job. Now that things have calmed down, I can proudly present to you the next chapter in this story.

As per usual, it hasn't been checked over for mistakes - the more grievous ones will be taken care of later.

In the days that followed, Link found himself more exhausted than if he had done triple shifts of Scaling on the Pride. Plays had more work behind them than he ever could have imagined; the whole cast had to rehearse every day and every night, even those with minimal roles. And despite that, Link still spent no time at all with Zelda except when they rehearsed their small scenes together. For the most part, Link was always rehearsing with Laruto, who was very much a perfectionist. In fact, he was surprised to see her becoming more aggressive during rehearsals, insisting more and more often that he had to keep rehearsing until he had it just right. He was fairly certain that the irritation he'd felt wasn't just from the exhaustion, and he wondered if Laruto was behaving this way because of her crush on him.

During the early dinner break, when all of the cast and tech crew were allowed to leave the makeshift "playhouse" (it was really just a tented off section of the island that was barred from public access until the night of performances) and eat and enjoy free time for about two hours, Link had finally managed to spend some time with Zelda. Granted, the time was mostly spent in the crowded festival food boardwalk, but it was quality time nonetheless. The princess had been ecstatic about the performances and the rehearsal, stating that she'd never worked so hard in her life. Link had to grudgingly agree with that, but he was honestly getting really fed up as opposed to Zelda's excitement.

"Marin, please…" Link finally begged, "You have to ask Laruto to cut me some slack. She keeps me around much later than everyone else and I'm… I'm sick of it."

"Link, she just wants everything to be perfect – it's her first time playing Ruto, you know. She's nervous," Zelda reasonably pointed out as she took a bite out of her takoyaki (recommended by Pennysworth).

Inwardly Link screamed that he was kept so long because Laruto had a thing for him, not that anything was wrong. Instead, he just said, calmly but with some degree of frustration as he fiddled with his own takoyaki, "The director thinks I'm doing just fine."

"Well, then, tell Laruto you don't think you need the extra practice."

"She thinks I do." He said with a short growl as he stabbed the takoyaki with his fork bitterly.

The princess sighed. "Link, remember what this play means to the Zora. They seem to be so happy to have a Hylian playing the Hero of Time. Laruto just wants to make sure you make the best impression, I'm positive of it. She's only trying to help."

"But I'm fine," Link whined.

"Then tell her so," Zelda said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Link grumbled. Zelda just didn't understand how awkward that would be. She was so sheltered, she didn't seem to notice what everyone else had already picked up on.

Still, he had to admit she was right. Nothing would change if he didn't say anything… And he had really hoped that he would be able to spend some more time with Zelda before the actual play had begun. He couldn't even do that, though, and the plays were set to start in two days. He had been trying to spare Laruto's feelings but he wanted some time away from the stupid playhouse. "… You're right," he finally said.

Zelda beamed at that statement, which only strengthened his resolve to confront Laruto. He wanted to see more of Zelda, to see her beam and smile and laugh more often. Link had only been around her for a short time, and most of the time he had seen her in a façade of happiness or in a state of grief. He wanted to see more of this happy Zelda while they had this short reprieve from being hunted by demons or fighting off disturbed crime lords.

The rest of their dinner break was filled with Zelda's voice chattering away about all the things she was excited about and some mention of what Itaav had been up to. The two boys hadn't had much interaction since their "talk" and neither of them were going out of their way to remedy that. Link had to admit he was wondering how the Engineer was coming along with flying lessons, though. While he didn't doubt Zelda's word that Itaav could fly, he just wondered how on earth Rito flying could translate into whatever Itaav had managed to do.

The break seemed all too short before they had returned to the stage. After general rehearsals with Zelda, the princess was dismissed for the night as well as some of the other lesser actors. Zelda quickly went up to Link and wished him luck with Laruto before heading off, giving him an almost worrying glance as she neared the exit.

And Zelda really was worried for him. Link had been doing so much, even before she'd volunteered them for the play… Which she was really feeling bad about now. What had she been thinking when she had just suddenly said they were completely fine with taking part in the play? There were so many things to be worrying about; taking part in a play like this just seemed so frivolous. She had supposed she had just been so caught up in the excitement and so ready forget all the horrible things that had been happening, as well as getting the chance to act like a commoner and do actual work. Well, too late now, Zelda. She thought to herself. Besides, this really is a good thing, you have to stop being such a worrywart.

With the sun just having set as she left, she wandered towards the balcony where Itaav attended the flight classes with the Fledglings. On the way up the stairs, some of the Fledglings were scurrying down the stairs, chattering about something or another while Zelda merely waved at them. Up at the top of the balcony, she could see Itaav speaking with the instructor about something as well as the rest of the Fledglings getting ready to leave. Zelda didn't approach, simply staying by the stairs until Itaav was finished discussing whatever business he had with the instructor.

She didn't have to wait long. Itaav finished his conversation and then took note of Zelda. He walked over with a careless smile, and Zelda smiled back. "So how was it today?" She asked him.

He shrugged and said, "No actual flying for me, though some of the more ambitious kids managed to get some air today. I am seeing the way they catch the air, though – I'm figuring out these airflow mechanics, I just have to figure out how I can warp them to fit my needs. I've got an idea but I'm not about to test it out until I'm positive I won't kill myself." There was that edge to his voice that said he was getting really excited about what was brewing in his brain. But he kept the specifics to himself, and instead focused on Zelda. "Anyways, how were your rehearsals today? Link staying late again?"

"My rehearsals were just fine but Link does have to stay late again… I feel really bad about it. He asked me to talk to Laruto for him, and now I'm wondering if maybe I should have…" She explained, glancing towards the general direction of the makeshift playhouse as she twiddled her thumbs uncertainly.

"Heh, he'll be just fine." Itaav said, amusement plain his voice. He chuckled some more, to Zelda's confusion, and upon seeing that she didn't get his train of thought, all he said was, "Just wondering how it would work."

"How what would work?" The princess was utterly befuddled.

But this time Itaav didn't answer, instead continuing his little chucklefest while leaving the girl sill just as confused.

It was late into the night, and Link was more than fed up with being at the playhouse. He and Laruto weren't the only ones present there, as there were several other actors and stagehands setting things up for the ever nearing day of performances, but Link was more than sure he and Laruto were just fine with their lines.

"Laruto," he began, scrambling up his courage, "I need to…"

The girl, who had been looking at her script, lifted her big black eyes to look at him. She pursed her pale lips, a worrisome look upon her humanoid face. The look was enough to cut Link off, as he found himself suddenly feeling rather guilty. "You need to… to talk to me…" She said quietly.

"Uh, yeah," he managed to say awkwardly. But he quickly regained his composure and saw that a couple of the stagehands had their eyes right on him and Laruto. The last thing he wanted to do was make a scene. "Is there any place a bit more private…?"

The fishy girl seemed a bit dismayed but nodded and began to walk away. He followed her to the director, where she mentioned in her muted voice that she and Link were going to step out for a few minutes, and then she led the way out of the playhouse. They didn't walk too far from there, Laruto simply leading the way to the nearest balcony. Wordlessly, she stood by the rail and gazed out at the dark ocean. Link wasn't sure how to reignite the conversation.

"You… you want to tell me you don't need the extra practice." She said softly, restarting their exchange.

Still feeling a bit awkward, he managed, "Well, yeah. I don't. The director says I'm doing well enough; and I'd like to enjoy the festival a bit-"

"You want to spend time with Marin." She said. Something in her voice sounded incredibly sad.

Link, however, was feeling quite paranoid at the statement, "Yeah but I want to spend some time with Itaav too, they're both my friends-"

"You love that Marin girl, don't you?"

"What?" He blurted out, his face reddening to tomato red proportions. "Of c-course I don't! I've just met her, I mean, I do like her but-"

"Link, you don't have to lie."

"B-but I'm not!" He stammered.

Laruto turned in place, staring at Link with large, sad eyes. "I like you. I mean, I really like you." Could this night be any more embarrassing? He wasn't sure how he could keep his face from heating anymore. But before he could find anything to say to that, Laruto went on, "And I know you don't feel the same way. Even though you say you don't like Marin in that way, I know you do and… And I can't compete with that. I know even you did feel the same way, it wouldn't work. I mean, I'm a Zora, you're Hylian…"

"… Yeah…" Link said rather blankly. She anticipated what exactly he'd wanted to talk to her about and… it was like she had been preparing for this moment but had hoped that it wouldn't happen. And he really wished he hadn't thought of it like that because it was making him feel terrible.

But Laruto, having finally found her courage, wasn't done. She stepped closer to him, not fidgeting nor showing any signs of her earlier skittishness. "I… I'm sorry."

That threw him off, "Huh? What why? If anything, I'm sorry!"

The Zora girl's brow knitted, "Why?"

"Huh? What do you mean why? I… I don't feel the same way." He said confusedly.

"But that's not something to be sorry about – it's just what it is," Laruto gave him a small, sad smile, "I mean… yes, it does hurt, but you shouldn't be sorry about it. Especially since I've been keeping you away from your friends… it's not right. I want to apologize for it; I don't know what I was thinking."

"You were just thinking with your heart, I guess." Link said absently. After all of the shyness and the quietness, here he was having a normal conversation with Laruto… while he was rejecting her. He was very confused. Even more so when the Zora girl chuckled a bit at his statement.

"I guess I was," she said, sounding sad but still strong. "I'm sorry, Link; I'll leave you be in just a second, but I would like to give you something, if I may?"

He blinked, totally unsure of what was going on. "Um, sure?"

She smiled – a real smile, not one of the nervous ones he was so used to seeing on her or the sad one that she'd given him earlier. "Thank you. Could you please close your eyes? I'd like it to be a surprise."

Ah, that was it. He was so sure of it. He was going to close his eyes and then she would slap him, or kick him or something. But as far as he was concerned, he deserved it. Here she was being so strong but he was so sure he'd just shattered her heart. Any punishment she wanted to dish out, Link was certain he deserved it. So he nodded and closed his eyes, inwardly bracing himself for the worst.

But there was no pain.

Only the soft touch of cold lips upon his warm ones before a quick release and hearing Laruto's steps quickly heading off. He opened his eyes just in time to see the girl's finned head turn the corner and disappear. If he had no idea what to make of things before, he was at a complete loss at that very moment. His fingers brushed his lips lightly, and then he finally took it all in with a blush.

Laruto had given him his first kiss.

"So… big day now," Itaav had commented to Link on the day of the play as they were in the dining hall of the inn. Zelda apparently hadn't woken up yet, leaving only the two boys and the other patrons that kept to themselves in the hall.

"Yup," Link mumbled.

But Itaav sniggered, "Maybe Laruto will come over and give you something for luck."

Link's face reddened. "Shut up," he growled embarrassedly.

Yet the pale boy continued his chortling, and Link began to wonder why he had told Itaav in the first place. Probably because he had still been in a state of disbelief by the time he'd returned to the inn and Itaav was still awake, doodling something or another on a scrap of paper in the lobby. Not that Link would have told Zelda if she had been the one awake – there was absolutely no way he could tell her about that. He wasn't sure why, but he couldn't.

"You do know the only reason I keep bringing it up is because your reaction is ridiculous right?" Itaav said through a mouthful of scrambled seagull eggs.

"How is it ridiculous? It's a big deal!" Link replied.

The paler boy rolled his eyes, "Yeah, because I really reacted this way when I had my first kiss."

"Actually, you reacted worse," Link pointed out, "Because when that girl, Din, went and kissed you her ex-boyfriend, Onox, saw it and was chasing you around for a whole week!"

Itaav's face went a little red, "Well, does Laruto have any muscle head ex-boyfriends with temper issues?"

"… No but-"

"But nothing, you're just damn fine; now shut up and eat something that way when you throw up on stage later you're not dry heaving." Itaav snapped, violently stabbing a sausage.

"Your confidence in me is inspiring." Link drawled, not listening and simply messing with the food on his plate. "So, flying? How's that going?"

That was enough to get Itaav back into a less scowly mood. With his old smile of excitement back on, he went into blabber mode. "I think I've managed to figure out how I can get some loft. See, the Rito have wings, so it's easier for them to get loft. Like all birds and critters of flight, they pick up on updrafts or flap their wings to gain height. I can't do that because… well, I don't have wings or hollow bones. So I've been trying to figure out how I can apply my lack of wings with what I've been learning from observing the lessons. It all comes down to updrafts; the tricky part's figuring out how I can do that without wings; I've come up with two options-"

"Oooooh, what are they? This is so exciting!"

Itaav and Link turned their heads blankly to see Zelda, face beaming in anticipation at Itaav, whom she decided to sit next to. Neither boy was quite sure when she'd taken a seat; Link hadn't even really been paying attention to his friend's words, but admittedly had zoned out halfway through. Itaav was just very quick to get over any puzzlement to continue on with his rambling. "Just getting to that," he continued.

"First option I came up with was when I revisited the incident at the Dancing Cat. All hell broke loose when I made the tornado – and that was really tough because for that, I had to do the opposite of what true tornadoes do. In fact, it wasn't even a real tornado, because tornadoes form from the ground up, while the one I made came from the outside, the air flowing from the top down into a needlepoint, so to speak. But upon remembering a true tornado flows up, I came up with the idea that it could work like an instant updraft. The problem with that, though, is that tornadoes are insanely hard to control. All my attention would be focused on maintain the center where I could retain some loft. Not to mention all the space that would take up, the magic it would take to maintain, all the things that could go wrong-"

"It could even change weather patterns, couldn't it?" Zelda asked.

Itaav paused for a moment to consider that statement, and with a look that said he was mildly surprised but just as impressed, answered, "Yeah; didn't consider that bit, but you're right. Heck, really that option's an accident waiting to happen…"

"So… what are you going to do, then?" Link asked, his tone saying he wasn't really too interested, but he certainly didn't want to get back into the subject matter of Laruto in Zelda's presence. Just the remembrance of it made him want to blush again.

"I wasn't sure, at first, but I think I've managed to come up with something. Sort of like… like a top, I guess. But not really. Ah, I kind of wish I had a pencil… Oh well. The best way to explain it is more like a ball of constantly moving air; and the key would be to somehow balance myself on this ball in order to get loft. The downside to this plan is that involves way more focus, probably more magic usage too – price of control, I guess." Itaav explained.

Zelda grinned broadly and excitedly, "That's so fascinating Itaav! You'll be flying in no time, I'm sure!"

The Magic Engineer looked a lot like a bird whose feathers had just been primped and preened, "Yeah… And maybe next time I fly, I can take you along without having to worry about any Gorons rolling us over."

Link, who had been half paying attention, perked up at his friend's last sentence in alarm. Zelda chuckled, saying, "That sounds like it would be a much more enjoyable flight." And Itaav merely smiled back, glancing at Link and giving him a wink. Link kept himself from standing up and clocking Itaav right then and there. It was nothing. Itaav was just doing some friendly flirting with Zelda, was all. It was nothing. He just knows it'll get on my nerves.

"You love that Marin girl, don't you?"

Link stood up suddenly, as if Laruto had been directly behind him and whispered the sentence. But she wasn't, of course. And the situation only got more awkward as Itaav and Zelda just stared at Link, who looked as if a monkey had just jumped on his back and called him mama.

"You all right there?" Itaav asked warily.

"Yeah, fine." He said too quickly to be convincing.

"You look rather pale…" Zelda pointed out quietly, adding, "Are you nervous about the play?"

"Y-yeah…" He stuttered unsurely. He figured it was better than mentioning Laruto or her words to him that one night. And now Link couldn't help but wonder how true the Zora girl's words had been. "Um, anyways… I think I'm going to head to rehearsals early." He finally blurted out before unceremoniously leaving.

Zelda stood up quickly, crying out, "Wait, you didn't finish your breakfast!" But Link had already cleared out of the dining hall before she even finished her sentence. Dismayed and worried, she sat back down and mumbled, "I hope he's all right…"

"He's fine," Itaav reassured, taking what was on Link's plate and adding it to his own. "He's just going through a few things and being a bit awkward about it."

"Things?" Zelda asked, "What kind of things?"

Itaav paused for a moment, and finally shrugged and said plainly, "He's having girl troubles."

"Girl troubles…?" Had girls been mean to him? She doubted it, seeing as most girls on Dragonroost seemed to fawn over him all of the time. Maybe it was the fawning that was troubling him? Or perhaps… "Oh my goodness, Itaav! Do you think Link likes a girl here on Dragonroost?" She asked, shocked.

It was taking all of the purple haired boy's willpower not to burst out into laughter. Zelda was so completely clueless. Sometimes it was incredibly annoying, but at this moment it was just the most entertaining thing he'd come across. "You could say that," he finally managed to say, still attempting to keep his laughter on the inside.

The princess seemed to be completely dumbfounded. Taking a small, dainty bite of her eggs, she looked as if she'd stumbled into one of the most serious and dire situations she had ever faced. And for a moment, Itaav wondered if perhaps Zelda was jealous at the prospect that maybe another girl was calling the Scaler's attentions. It wasn't a thought that necessarily bothered him. If Zelda liked Link back, he didn't really care… yet at the same time, he viewed Link as troublesome because of that.

A bit convoluted. He told himself inwardly.

But the Thoughts In the Back of His Head replied, I'm looking into it too much; it's all really quite simple.

And it was at that moment that Itaav felt that he really should stop consulting the Thoughts In the Back of His Head. Because they were reminding him far too much of thoughts he'd had the night of the Helmaroc's untimely passing. Thoughts that involved copious amounts of violence and rage. "So, uh, what time's the play you two are in going to start?" Itaav asked quickly, trying to forget.

"Huh? Oh… Um, it starts at four, I think." And then she brightened up, "You'll be there, right? To see us?"

Itaav's expression flattened. "I wouldn't be asking what time it was at if I wasn't going."

The blond girl chuckled, slightly embarrassed, "Yes, I suppose that's true… Oh, and you'll get to see us in our costumes! You should see Link's costume, it fits him so well!"

After all that time Lulu spent tracking Link down throughout the past week, he certainly hoped it would fit Link well, though he knew that wasn't what Zelda really meant. Still, Itaav did look forward to seeing it, if only because Link seemed to dread wearing it.

After Zelda left, Itaav was left to his own devices until Zelda and Link's little play started. The only thing on his "to-do" list for the day was the last day of flying lessons, and he'd honestly been hoping to get the hang of flight soon. Most of the fledges had managed to get loft and could sloppily fly, and it'd been his great hope to show those brats up. After all, he wasn't exactly going to be around to take the next session of lessons, and he would not be viewed as that "lying Hylian who said he could fly – what an idiot!" Oh no, he would not be seen as that at all.

As he continued to mull over in his head the way he'd have to fold the air over itself to maintain the ball of air that would give him his loft, he ascended the stairs to where the lessons usually took place. To his surprise, the regular students and the teacher weren't the only ones there. There was the addition of one other: the wayward prince from the other day, Komali. The students had been huddled around the young prince, excitedly jabbering nonsense. But upon noticing the arrival of the only non-Rito of the class, the prince shooed the children away and started forward towards him.

Itaav couldn't read the expression on the bird boy's face. Komali had one of those political smiles on, though something in the eyes told the Engineer that this wasn't a political visit.

"Mr. Nibs," Itaav acknowledged, crossing his arms as Komali paused before him.

The prince of the Rito dropped his political smile and frowned at the name, but didn't reprimand. Instead, he went on to say while avoiding any direct eye contact, "So, I tried the whole responsibility thing…"

"And?"

Komali grumbled something and then replied, "It looks like I owe you and that Hylian girl an apology… I've… I've been going to rehearsals. I've never seen Medli smile so much in my life."

"Great." The pale boy said with false cheer before dropping back into his tone of general not caring, "Now, if you don't mind, I've got some kids to put to shame."

He made to step around the prince, but Komali quickly said, "I never realized that I'd hurt her so much by acting the way I did. How did you know that… that taking responsibility was the right thing to do?"

Itaav smirked at that. A string of failed relationships followed the Engineer, and for good reason. And he'd always known what the reason was, why those relationships failed. "Because it's the one thing I've never done." And with a proud swagger in his step, he walked around the prince and joined the rest of class.

"Hey, what did the prince want to say to you?"

"Did you offend him somehow?"

"Are you friends with him?"

Itaav gave them all an insincere grin and said, "None of your business, twerps. Now if you'll give me some space, I've got some magic to make."

The fledges, as well as the teacher, didn't quite understand what Itaav had meant until a swirl of wind came between the Hylian and the Rito, forcing the bird folk to take a few steps back as Itaav focused all of his concentration on the wind he had summoned. He'd never tried to make a sphere of wind before, and certainly not on the scale he needed for this to be possible. He'd had it all down in theory but in practice proved another thing entirely. It was like trying to mold a ball out of incredibly dry clay – the air simply didn't want to be confined into a ball, especially not when traveling at such a high speed. But for this crazy idea to work, it had to be done.

Waving his arms around slowly, crushing the air with raw metaphysical energy – it was exhausting, but he pushed through for who knows how long until the winds died down with some measure of protest as they condensed into an air sphere that reached up to his shins. His lavender hair fell lank right over his face, the goggles resting on top of his head adjusting the length of the hair so that the tips of his hair threatened to poke his eyes into epic levels of irritation. But he didn't dare brush it aside until he was sure the crushing motion of his hands wouldn't be necessary to maintain the shape of the sphere.

When he was confident that it was okay, he relaxed himself, but braced himself in case the sphere were to fall apart. It didn't, and it was only then that he dared managed to look away from the sphere at the Rito, whose eyes were as wide as saucers. Itaav, thoroughly exhausted, weakly smiled before facing the air sphere again.

It was time for the really tricky part now: getting on it without throwing himself off the balcony. There was no way to gingerly step on something like this. That was just asking for an untimely death by belly flop into the ocean. He just needed to hop on, both feet at the same time, close together – try to stay on the toes. A certain amount of magic might be needed for that, and he could already feel a massive headache coming on that was protesting that thought profusely. Ah screw it.

He hopped, ignoring the sharp intakes of breath from the Rito. But instead of just landing right on the sphere, he hovered for a moment over it, lowering slowly. Gingerly, the tips of his boots touched the top of the ball. His legs nearly went opposite directions, but a secondary hop and a balancing act later that nearly involved him flying off, falling off, and spinning around like a top. After the aforementioned top incident, though, he managed to come to a pause on top of the sphere.

It was complete and utter silence as Itaav managed to fully stand up on the ball of air and give a goofy, yet still somehow prideful, smile to the Rito teacher and his students. And just to make sure it wasn't a fluke, that this was really happening, he increased the speed on the air sphere… and obtained two inches of loft. In a moment of exhilarated excitement, Itaav shouted with glee and threw up both of his arms. But with his focus lost in all the excitement, the air sphere dispelled and the Engineer ungracefully tumbled onto the floor awkwardly. His face on the floor and his behind up in the air, all he could muster was a muffled, "Yaaaay…"

So yeah, after having some first hand experience with the theater business, I have to tell you it's pretty miserable. I won't go into too much detail, suffice it to say there's a reason theater people tend to only be friends with theater people. They don't have tie to interact with anyone else. Luckily, since these folks in the story, they can get a few more liberties.

So yeah, stuff happened here. Tell me all the traits of Vaati you can pinpoint on Itaav here. TELL ME. Whoever can get them all gets a big old internet cookie. Oh yeah, also, Itaav's method of flight I take absolutely no credit for. That goes to the folks who made Avatar: The Last Airbender. In figuring out how Itaav was going to fly, I found that the Air Top was the best way I could think of... sort of. You'll see next chapter, but the Air Top I found was the best basis for an actual humanoid being to fly.

I had originally planned to get into the play in this chapter but DIDN'T HAPPEN. Again, would've resulted in a too long chapter. So this is a developmental filler chapter... sorta. I'm just making things up at this point. THERE SHALL BE TRUE PROGRESSION NEXT UPDATE.

fleets, um, sort of playing nice, I suppose? XD And the plays will be next chapter, and I'm soooo looking forward to next chapter!

Gojira Geek, an update. :3

Swamp Dragon Princess, yaaaaay, thank you! I really am working hard on this, so it makes me happy to hear things like this! X3 Also, not a plot hole, you got me worried there for a sec. That all has to do with perception. Link views it as them being kids doing stupid things. Itaav had originally been trying to kill Link, that was no lie. But after being saved by Link and opening himself up to the possibility of a friendship with him, Itaav isn't about to say "Oh I was actually trying to kill you but let's be friends." And even if he had, a younger Link might have thought it was a joke. Again, it's all about how different characters perceive the same situation. And sorry to say, but I don't believe Dark Link will be making an appearance (unless something suddenly changes). This has mostly to do with the fact that... Dark Link as a character is... difficult. Because there is no official personality him aside from what the fandom has established, and I don't write fanfiction based on fan perceptions, it's difficult to write him without saying, "Screw it, I'm just making an OC." Sorry. D:

deku, hehe, I wouldn't say it's a dark side...