A/N: Since people seemed to like it
I had many, many regrets. More than any single, common mortal could hope to know.
Few of them did I regret as much as taunting my dear Brother, day three of knowing him. Prideful asshole though he was, even then, I didn't realize that goading him into a sparring match was a Bad Idea of the highest caliber.
My mistake would soon be rectified.
To say Ganon was surprised was a fierce understatement. He was positively floored.
Literally.
Because this little toddler, barely five, had just flipped him-all of ten and reborn onto the streets-onto his ass within twelve seconds, much to her own surprise.
Ganon was, in a word, intrigued.
The fact that a child had beaten him so effortlessly in hand-to-hand combat was a novel experience that kicked his brain into overdrive and made him smile wider than he yet had within this life. It was of little surprise-to him-when he vaulted up, grinning like a madman, and demanded-
"Again!"
"Wha-? But I already won..." Mida complained, pouting at him from the other side of their shoddily-drawn circle.
"Indeed, but that doesn't mean I've yet lost." Ganon returned with a wide grin.
Curiously, that made something spark within her vibrant green eyes.
"So it doesn't." She finally drawled, slipping low again, ready for round two.
Ganon lept at her with a laugh, swinging hard and fast from the side, she slid around the blow and jabbed him in the sternum. Before he could recover-damn this weak body-her leg impacted his knee from somewhere to the side and he was sent sprawling, red eyes blinking into the sandy gravel just outside their 'ring.'
He laughed again, pushing himself up.
"Let me guess, again?"
"Careful," he taunted, "It's learning."
She frowned, and his cheek received a sharp kick as payment once he was down for the third time.
This was slowly losing novelty.
Ganon got up again and again, each time his control slowly falling away until he was using every trick he could remember that didn't rely on his magic-Which still hadn't come the fuck back already-to try and beat this little brat of five-years-and-two-months at least once.
It took him an hour of getting steadily more dirty and bruised before he gave in.
"GRAAHH!" He screamed, slamming a fist into the sand that had, again, been intimately introduced to his face via a sharp kick to the spine. "HOW DO YOU KEEP WINNING?!" He demanded, glaring at the strangely blank-faced child above him, unsullied beyond some dirt on her cheek that he'd tried throwing into her eye.
"Because you haven' got wisdom."
His soul quivered.
"You have strength for sure," She nodded to the indent his fist had left in the sand, "And you're pretty smart when you need to be." Her small, pudgy hand came up to wipe the dirt from her too-small-to-be-that-serious face. "But strength doesn't matter if you can't control it, and being smart is good, but you've got to be Wise to know how to use that smart-ness."
That was...weirdly insightful, even if it was said childishly. Ganon harrumphed, and dragged himself up, cracking out a kink in his neck. "Again."
"Nah," Mida said, face rising back to its normal playfulness, "I don't wanna hurt you for real, and besides, Moms cooking dinner tonight."
You could torture him about it all you like, Ganon's stomach DID NOT rumble when he heard that. Mida's smirk was about something totally different.
"So, that means more of the same-"
"I didn't say Mother. I said Mom."
He DID NOT start drooling. He Didn't Goddess-damnit!
Mida had to admit that Ganon was a tough cookie, and talking childishly was difficult around him, knowing who he was and what he could do.
Seriously, she'd think he liked getting his ass handed to him if he hadn't lost that stupid grin by the fifth time she layed him out in three moves.
Also, turns out, Ganon wasn't good with hand-to-hand, without his Bullshit-Cheater-Triforce-Powers(TM). Who knew?
Probably cause he'd only ever used swords in the games. Well, again, when he wasn't using his Bullshit-Cheater-Triforce-Powers(TM).
Also, he was adorably embarrassed about liking food. What a cutie.
What was not cute about him, however, was the fact that he suddenly refused to leave me alone from that day onwards. At all times. When I was eating(Which he still got embarrassed over enjoying so much), bathing(Which he finally got over, yay!), sleeping(He's a cuddler, amazingly enough), and especially when I went to exercise(His confusion over the fact that the only 'training' I did was jogging and the occasional bout of swimming was beautiful. When he finally snapped and asked when I snuck in time to practice fighting, I told him I'd never trained a day in my life-which was true, five and all that. Watching his brain implode, explode, shatter, and then try to reform with wild, half-baked theories was delicious and still makes me chuckle to this day, much to his mild annoyance.)
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