Note: I didn't think this chapter would take me this long, it was supposed to be out almost a week ago, one or two days after I posted chapter 50 actually. But since in this chapter I was writing about something I really don't know (I won't tell what, just read ^^), and that I was focused on finishing the fic co-authored with Dlvvanzor (In Silence), that ended on a lemon muahaha (check it on our shared account Goggles&Chocolate), well, it took me longer than expected, sorry.
Now that In Silence is over, I'm gonna focus on my own fics so I can provide new Lithium chapters more often and finish Lionheart and Death Nuts at least. I also have some oneshots ideas, and to reply to the ones that asked me, yes, after Lithium (which is FAR from being over) I have another long multichaptered fic idea ready (it's stated on my profile), although it won't be as long as Lithium I guess.
I hope you enjoy this chapter, and thank you for the wonderful reviews you graced me with until now guys, you're adorable!
February 1st, 2007 part 2 (Mello and Matt are 17)
Putting the coordinated hat on his head, Mail chuckled, he looked ridiculous, and he was sure that Mihael had made sure he would. And then, as he adjusted the fake sword to his waist, he realised that if he had to dress as Link, then Mihael... Princess Zelda...
"Holy shit!" Mail exclaimed before running downstairs. He had to see this, Mihael dressed as Zelda, that promised to be epic.
"Sweetheart,
Today is your birthday, and as the rule says, you're the hero of the day. But I didn't want these to be just common words, so you are going to really be a hero today. You once told me that it would be awesome to be able to enter in your video games to play from the inside, so be your wish granted.
Mail-Link, will you save Princess Mihael-Zelda from the horrible Ganon? If the answer is yes (and it better be otherwise your plastic sword will be the only thing that I'll stick up your ass for the years to come), then grab the bag under the bed, get ready, and meet your fate in the garden.
Your courage will be rewarded, I promise...
Mihaelda."
Mail almost knocked himself out against Taka in his haste when he arrived downstairs. The japanese man was waiting for him to leave the bedroom, a recording camera in hand. Mihael had asked him to immortalize that day on videotape, starting from Mail's first appearance as Link.
"You look like a troll." Taka laughed at the sight of Mail wearing the typical green attire, with the little pointed bonnet.
"Where's Mihael?" Mail asked impatiently, squirming and grinning in anticipation.
"Who?" Taka replied, faking surprise.
"I see... the game already started, right?" the redhead laughed, already heading for the front door. He gasped when he opened it, taking sight of the huge scenery planted across three gardens.
Behind him, Taka zoomed briefly on the neighbours in the distance, their priceless shocked faces would probably please both kids a lot when they would watch the video later. Truth was, Taka could understand the poor neighbours. Their peaceful life would be quite disturbed today with the life-sized game taking place on the other side of their pavement, and he almost felt bad, maybe they should have warned them? Fortunately, they didn't seem to be willing to call the police to complain for public disturbance.
Mail stared in awe as he approached the first panel. From what he could see, as far as the other panels stood, Mihael was nowhere to be seen, but he had obviously made some research to stick to the original game. Mail could even tell that everything had been taken from various versions of the game, considering the characters and views he could see drawn on the panels. But the progression itself seemed to be out of the 1986 version, his favorite. So even if the blond usually didn't pay much attention to Mail's games, he knew. It didn't surprise him, since he knew Mihael perfectly, it made sense that his boyfriend knew him that good as well.
A few mistakes existed that only a gamer could notice, but the overall settings did the trick, and Mail could imagine how much work and imagination all of this had requested.
This first panel represented a line of trees and the entry of a forest was cut in the wood, the hole obstructed by a dark brown curtain. Even some Kokiris had been painted hiding behind the trees.
"Welcome in Hyrule!" a female voice resounded, making the redhead start and look in the direction where the voice came from. A form appeared from behind the heavy cotton curtain, and Mail quickly recognized Greta.
She was wearing a raspberry red dress ornated with a green and gold pattern on her chest, and assorted green sandals. She was obviously cold, but played her role perfectly despite the february weather.
"I am Impa, Princess Zelda's nanny. The princess has been abducted by the horrible Ganon and you're the only one that can save her! But before you go, I have to give you that."
Greta handed Mail a red heart made of cardboard, that could be separated in four pieces. "Be careful, Link, if you lose the four pieces of your life, you lose the game, and Princess Zelda will be kept in the hands of Ganon forever and you both will be forced to endure two weeks of complete housework in the mansion of the boss..."
She turned around and disappeared behind the panel again but Mail could see her quickly put a cardigan on as she shivered under the cold wind. He laughed at the sight of the light pink Chanel garment contrasting with the brightly colored costume.
Surveying the area, Mail saw that the pattern was easy to follow, each décor lined consciously so he only had to switch from one to another once he was done.
So he walked confidently to the second block, noticing the ever present hole in the middle, obstructed by a black curtain. This panel represented a bunch of little squares placed all around the cut, in the style of the very old version of the game. It was very graphic and simple, but it had been painted in perfect perspective.
But he jumped eight miles back, started, as, when he approached the wooden piece, a dragon tore the black fabric, groaning and screaming. Or at least, Linden in a ridiculous green plastic dragon costume whose head kept on falling, and that he had to clutch with both hands as he tried to come to Mail.
The redhead was laughing so hard once he had recovered from the surprise that he was unable to fight Aquamentus-Linden, and both fell on the floor as Linden tried to push him, his costume too heavy and making him fall in the process. Both tried to stand up, resulting in more struggling from Linden, and more laughters from Mail, stuck under the man who couldn't get back on his feet while he was trying to attack Aquamentus' horn with his fake sword.
Finally, Linden got rid of the dragon's head and managed to stand up.
"You lose!" he shouted, trying to recover his breathing and taming his dishevelled hair, unable to stop laughing as Mail handed him a piece of his cardboard heart with good grace, wiping the tears from his eyes.
The redhead, grinning widely, reached the third panel, this time readying himself for an attack.
It wasn't long until a Dodongo appeared though the cut in the rock shaped panel, moving in every direction, dangerously coming near Mail who retreated back a little, screaming: "But I don't have bombs!", hysterically laughing again as the disguised henchman had difficulties to walk with the huge triceratops costume and kept on tripping.
A Chanel wearing Impa came as fast as she could from behind: "I forgot, I forgot! Sorry!", handing Mail tennis balls painted in black.
The teenager began to throw them at John, Marty's man, who mimicked a slow and painful death before collapsing on the floor, his falsely agonizing voice uttering a "You win..." before falling back on the ground.
Mail's ribs were aching from so much laughter, and he knew it was far from over.
The fourth panel showed a grotto, and the redhead didn't even have time to get near the wooden piece that a basket ball hit him in the head.
"OW!!" he yelled, trying to see where the ball came from. Out there, up on the panel, Marty, wearing a blue bug costume which Mail immediately knew what was meant to be, was sending what was supposed to be fire balls. Mail quickly knew what he had to do. He climbed up the block and poked at Marty's stomach, shouting: "Die! Die Manhandla!"
"Ok! Ok! I'm dead! Stop this or I'm gonna fall!" Marty exclaimed, his clips dangling around him, sometimes hitting him in the head when he moved too fast, his hands gripping the border of the panel.
Down in the grass, Taka had a hard time capturing the scenes, himself laughing hysterically.
He helped Marty get down off the panel as Mail was running to the next one.
"He's having a lot of fun, that was really worth it." the old man smiled.
"Yes, the video's gonna be something." the japanese man replied, following Mail as Marty came back in the house to get rid of his costume.
The fifth panel looked like a giant sea urchin. The wood had been cut in spikes and there were two big eyes drawn just above the usual hole. Digdogger, Mail thought, careful not to step too close from the cut in the block in case what he thought would happen would happen.
But he had no flute, he noticed. So he began to whistle Zelda's tune.
Soon, a human sized see urchin came out of the hole in the panel, a big eye drawn on his forehead.
"Hey, the tiny Digdogger is supposed to be well... tiny!" Mail laughed as he saw Vern in a spiky costume. But he didn't hesitate and tried to plant his plastic weapon in the fake eye on the tall black man's forehead. He didn't expect Vern to catch him by his middle and pick him up from the floor, making his sword fall from his hand.
"Ah ah ah! You lost!" the tall nurse shouted as the teenager struggled in his arms, shrieking.
"You're tickling me! Let me down!"
Once Vern deposited him on the ground, Mail handed him another part of his cardboard heart, leaving him with only half of his life before switching to the sixth panel.
But he quickly noticed that Marty was filming and that Taka had disappeared. Excited when he understood he had reached the final panel, he waited in front of the last wooden piece, glancing around.
Then he remembered that the final boss, Ganon, could make himself invisible, and he wondered what Taka had in stock for this final pseudo fight, since the man, with his special training, could have imagined anything and everything, and that he was nowhere in sight even after a long minute of waiting.
Mail turned around to look behind him, but all he could see was Marty holding the camera and smiling.
Suddenly, Mail was pulled backward and fell his back on the ground. Above him, wearing a boar mask and a red cape, Taka was holding him firmly to the ground with a foot, smirking.
"So, that's how easily you lose, Link..." the japanese man chuckled, taking his foot off the redhead and letting him stand up. Mail stirred the two remaining pieces of cardboard heart from his pocket and handed one to Taka.
"I still have one." he replied, almost uneasy under Taka's gaze. Although this was only a game, the man could be impressive and even if Mail knew he was only playing a role, his look, when this cruel, always created a weird feeling in his stomach. Noticing, Taka softened his expression immediately.
The teenager smiled, relieved.
"Since you still have a part of your life, and that I won this battle, I'll give you a last chance to beat me, Link." Taka said in the most serious tone he could muster, as he caught sight of Mihael passing behind the previous panels, trying not to be seen, in a princess attire. It was hard not to laugh at the image.
Mail didn't lose a second and jumped on Taka, clutching to him while beating him with his plastic sword, laughing and screaming at the same time.
"I have no silver arrow but I'll kill you anyway!"
The japanese man let himself fall in the grass, abdicating. Link couldn't lose now, his face when he would see his princess would be too priceless to miss.
"You win! You win!" Taka laughed, standing up, holding Mail and putting him on his feet, "Congratulations, valorous Link, you saved the princess Zelda. Now's the time for your happy ending!"
Mail hugged him, depositing a kiss on the man's cheek, and didn't even have time to readjust his costume that Mihael appeared at the top of the last panel...
Note: Ok, I'm sorry if it's not Zelda-coherent, I've never played Zelda hahaha! I'm more of a fighting game addict, to tell the truth (Kazuya Mishimaaaaa XD)
That's why I was saying I wrote about something I don't know, I just took the general characters and decors from a Google search.
