Red.

All he saw these days was red.

Dark was M.I.A, one of their warehouses had been raided, and the love of his life was probably dead at this point.

Ganondorf was seeing red, shades of crimson that he had never seen before and someone was going to pay. His fingers drummed against the wooden surface of his desk as four lackeys stood trembling in his office.

"You're telling me that none of you saw anything?" His voice was just barely a deep rumble in his chest.

"No sir," A rat-faced scrawny Hylian named Morah spoke up with his chest puffed out trying to hide the waver in his voice.

"No, sir," Ganondorf chuckled darkly as his fingers stopped drumming and he leaned forward in his chair. "Care to explain how that's possible?"

The four men standing across from his desk shrank back. "We're not sure,"

"YOU'RE NOT SURE!" The desk rattled dangerously as Ganondorf's palm slammed down onto it. "PRAISE HYLIA THAT EXPLAINS SO FUCKING MUCH!"

Energy crackled through the room as Ganondorf stared down the few men. They had been the ones assigned to guard the warehouse full of weapons that had been raided, seemingly with no witnesses.

"It must have happened between rotations," Ganondorf's deadly gaze drifted to the man who spoke up, Zabas the only one of them that seemed to have any sense.

"Oh, really," Something dark crept into Ganondorf's voice as he stepped around his desk. "Between rotations you say,"

"They must have had an in," Zabas's green eyes flicked to his cohorts. "Someone had to have told them the shift schedule,"

Ganondorf's eyebrow twitched as rage bubbled up in his chest. "Are you suggesting we have a traitor?"

"I–" Zabas swallowed thickly as all eyes in the room turned to him. "I guess so,"

"You guess so?" Ganondorf pushed off of his desk and stepped toward the slight Hylian.

Zabas backpedaled with his hands up trying to talk his way out of Ganondorf's rage.

"You guess so?" Ganondorf repeated himself as his hand wrapped around Zabas's jaw and lifted the man to meet his gaze.

The blond scrambled trying in vain to grip Ganondorf's arm to keep himself steady as his feet dangled in the air. The other men in the room were silent as they watched with wide eyes as Ganondorf brought Zabas to his face, close enough that their noses were nearly touching.

"Are you fucking with me?" Ganondorf's voice was dangerously low and the man in his grasp weakly tried to shake his head. "Then get the fuck out of my face,"

There was a beat of silence before Ganondorf launched the man towards the door. He flew limply through the air until his back connected with the wooden surface and the frame splintered under his weight. Zabas rolled limply into the hall moaning weakly as he laid in a crumpled heap.

"OUT ALL OF YOU!" Ganondorf watched as the remaining men scrambled toward the broken door to retrieve their fallen compatriot. "AND DON'T LET ME FUCKING SEE ANY OF YOU AGAIN!"

He settled back into his chair and rested his head in his hands, running his fingers through his thick hair.

"You're looking a lot like dad these days,"

He looked up to see Nabooru standing in the broken doorway and snarled. "Very fucking funny,"

She scoffed. "You've got that same fire in your eyes," She moved closer to his desk but still kept a safe distance. "I don't like it,"

"And I care what you like and don't like why?" He left his head in one hand and idly played with the edge of a stack of papers on his desk.

"You do remember what happened to dad don't you?" Her eyes hardened as she looked at him. "I mean you were–"

"I remember," He snapped. He remembered vividly what had happened to their father. "I don't need you reminding me,"

"What would Aeris think?" His gaze snapped to his sister as the Hylian Hylian woman's name fell from her lips. "If she saw you like this?"

Rage bubbled up in his chest again. "What does it matter?" He didn't want to think of what she would do if she saw him like this. In his head, she lived in a perfect little bubble with only the good parts of him, not these parts.

Not the parts that made him a monster.

"She's dead," The words burned as they left him but he needed to say them. Needed to get used to saying them. They were his truth now.

"You don't know that," Nabooru struggled to hold back the urge to reach across the desk and slap her brother for even thinking that was true.

"Y–," The phone on his desk rang suddenly. The sharp sound of it cut him off before he could finish his statement. He gave Nabooru a pointed look that promised they would finish their conversation later and picked up the phone.

He froze as the voice on the other end greeted him and once again red flooded his vision.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"I didn't think you would actually come," A dark cackle met Ganondorf and Nabooru as they stepped into the darkened alley. "I thought we were past these clandestine meetings in dark alleyways,"

"So did I," Ganondorf looked down at the squat masked man in front of them. "No guards? Bold of you,"

"No guards needed," The grin that split Kohga's face couldn't be seen but it melted into his voice giving it an eerie mirthful tone. "I'm just giving you a bit of information that I thought you would like to know,"

Nabooru laid a stabilizing hand on Ganondorf's shoulder as she noticed him begin to tremble. "Spit it out then," She wasn't sure if she meant the words as they left her mouth.

"I hear that one of your boys has just up and," The masked man made an explosion with his hands along with a cartoonish sound effect. "Vanished,"

"What of it?" Ganondorf's voice came out a low grumble as he clenched his fists into tight fists.

"Well," Kohga rocked back onto his heels. "I might just know where he's gone off to,"

Nabooru's heart sank, Dark had never seemed the type to flake out let alone actively turn his back on those he was loyal to. The ebony-haired man owed his life to Ganondorf and the thought of him throwing everything they had built together away made her clench her teeth.

"You see I had a visitor a few days back and he brought me some… interesting information," Ganondorf was silent as death as Kohga began laughing softly and Nabooru gripped his arm tightly, whether she was steading herself or holding him back he didn't know.

"But, he also took something from me," Kohga's mask lifted slightly as his grin grew. "Something I believe we're mutually interested in,"

A low growl clawed its way up Ganondorf's throat and he stepped toward Kohga. "Choose your next words very carefully little man,"

"Oh please," Kohga waved his hand dismissively. "I doubt either of them are worth the trouble anymore,"

Ganondorf's lip twitched as he flexed his fingers, ready to lunge toward the man in front of him.

"Especially her," Silence as deep as the void filled the darkened alley. "She wasn't exactly in the best of shape you see,"

The silence shattered as Ganondorf and Nabooru both lunged forward and grabbed Kohga, Ganondorf's hands wrapped around his face and neck while Nabooru gripped the front of his suit. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"Poor thing is completely broken," Kohag laughed in their faces. "Snapped, unhinged, Stark… raving… mad,"

Ganondorf slammed the man back against the brick wall they had him pinned to. "I'll kill you,"

"I'm sure you will big guy," Kohag's laugh disintegrated into hysteria. "But she probably would too, she stabbed one of my men twenty-seven times!"

Childish giggles filled the air as Ganondorf stepped back. "Leave him Nabooru, he's lying," The Aeris he knew, the Aeris that filled his dreams with laughter and sunshine wasn't capable of what Kohga was suggesting.

Nabooru stepped back and let Kohga slide down the wall and steady himself as he gently rubbed his neck. "Am I? Are you sure?" His voice dipped into darkness as he spoke and his laughter died.

Ganondorf shook his head and turned to leave the alley, motioning for Nabooru to follow him. He raked his hands through his hair and reached into his coat to retrieve a cigar, desperately needing to calm his nerves.

"SHE MADE YOU SOFT DRAGMIRE!" Kohga screamed after them his voice cracking revealing the insanity that laid beneath his mask. "I DID YOU A FAVOR!"

His cries were left ignored as they stepped out of the alley and up to the curb.

"Gan?" Nabooru reached out tentatively.

"Don't," Ganondorf snapped bitterly.

A sleek black car pulled in front of them and they slid easily into the backseat. "Where to, boss?"

Ganondorf turned to stare blankly out the window as he lit his cigar. "Home,"

Except home wasn't home anymore, not without her there.

A/N: I know that Ganondorf is supposed to be the big bad mob boss in this but I think that him actually finding happiness and then having that ripped away from him would break him and not in a pretty way... more on that next time.

Anyway, there's a reason that he hasn't just outright killed Kohga yet.