From Mask To Man
An Oni Link Fic
By Mr. Crash
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Hey hey y'all! ::Like Mighty Mouse:: Here I come to wreck the daaaaaaaaay!!!!!!! Okay, whatever.
Disclaimer: I own Zelda! I own Zelda! Wheeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!! ::gets hit by mallet:: Okay, I don't. DAMMIT I WISH I DID!!!!!!!!! (I love writing PG-13 stories; they let you swear!)
Okay, and for all of you out there who don't know, Oni Link is simply another name for Fierce Deity Link. I used Oni Link for three reasons: One, it's cooler, and two, Oni Link sounds more like a real name, and three, story purposes. Also, things in asterisks, ya know, the little * symbols, represent Oni's thoughts.
On with the story!
***
Oni Link opened his eyes. He shot up, looking around.
He was in a small room. He was also in bed, and his sword was missing. *Where the hell am I?* he asked himself. Last time he'd checked, he'd been collapsed on a doorstep, not lying in a bed.
"Hiya mister!" came a voice. He looked around. Standing behind him was a short girl with long, red hair. She had a big grin on her face.
"Uh, hi, kid," he said. "Who are you?" His voice was gruff and deep.
"Romani," she said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice.
"And where am I?"
"Romani Ranch." *Well, at least she isn't secretive,* he thought to himself.
"Hey, kid, do you know where my sword is?" He wanted to know, mainly because it was his only weapon. And when he was still alive, he'd always know one thing: Always have a weapon. It was a lesson so instilled in him that, even now, years later, he lived by that rule.
She shook her head. "I can't tell you."
"Why?" He was getting slightly annoyed; why did he always have to play Twenty Questions with kids?
"Well, my sister, Cremia, said that you might be dangerous, and that she didn't want to give a total stranger a big weapon like that."
Oni chuckled. "Smart woman."
"So, mister, what's your name?" she asked in a _way_ to chipper voice.
He paused. Should he tell her. Ah, what's the harm? "Link. Oni Link. Just call me Oni."
She giggled. "Okay Mr. Oni. You want something to eat?"
*You know, I think I like this kid.* "Sure, kid."
"Okay, I'll be back in a bit with it." She ran out.
*Ah, now to get going.* He stood up, and felt pain immeadiately shoot up his right leg. With a grunt, he sat back down on the bed. He looked at his leg; it had slash marks up and down the inside and outside of the leg. *Damn,* he thought to himself. *Even with my supreme power, that boy still managed to damage himself. [Editor's Note: Basically, this means that, during the final fight with Majora's Mask, Link got hit while wearing the FD Mask, and the damage carried through into Oni Link's form.]*
In a few minutes, the girl, Romani, returned with some bread and a glass of water. He thanked her, and chowed down.
After about 5 minutes of silence, the door to the room opened, and in walked a tall, slender girl, with long, red hair, just like Romani. "And who would you be?" Oni asked.
She regarded him with an uneasy look on her face. "I'm Cremia, Romani's older sister. Who are you?"
"Oni Link. Call me Oni."
She nodded. "Okay, well, we have that established. So," she asked, pulling up a chair, and sitting next to her sister, "why are you here?"
***
10 minutes later...[Extremely Important Editor's Note: From this point onward, everything will be told in first person.]
"...and then I collapsed on your doorstep." I had basically told her nothing; after all, who'd believe me if I told them I was a god? Really, all I'd done was re-use what happened to that fool, Link; I told them that I'd been walking through the forest, had gone through some sort of portal, had gotten queasy, and had collapsed at their doorstep.
Cremia had her eyebrows raised. "I haven't heard a tale like that since..."
"Since that boy Link was here!" Romani chirpped.
*Damn. What if they still remeber that boy?*
"You know," Cremia started, "I find it quite odd that two boys, both with the name 'Link', came through a portal and arrived here."
"Uh, yeah, well...where I come from, Link is a very common name." *Oh, I am _so_ good.*
"Huh. Oh well." A thoughtful look grew on her face. "Do you want to stay here? I mean, until you leg heals?" she asked.
Hmm...well, should I? On the one hand, I'd have to stay with these people. I never really liked staying around others. On the other hand, I _did_ need to get my leg healed, and I could also have food and such. "I'll stay until my leg heals," I finally said.
She stood up. "Okay. Romani and I will leave you alone." She looked at her sister. "Come on, Romani." She and the kid walked out of the small room.
"Bye, Mr. Oni!" the kid called over her shoulder. I grinned.
"Bye, kid."
I lay back down on the bed after they had left. I guess I'd have to get used to living on a ranch.
End Part Two
An Oni Link Fic
By Mr. Crash
***
Hey hey y'all! ::Like Mighty Mouse:: Here I come to wreck the daaaaaaaaay!!!!!!! Okay, whatever.
Disclaimer: I own Zelda! I own Zelda! Wheeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!! ::gets hit by mallet:: Okay, I don't. DAMMIT I WISH I DID!!!!!!!!! (I love writing PG-13 stories; they let you swear!)
Okay, and for all of you out there who don't know, Oni Link is simply another name for Fierce Deity Link. I used Oni Link for three reasons: One, it's cooler, and two, Oni Link sounds more like a real name, and three, story purposes. Also, things in asterisks, ya know, the little * symbols, represent Oni's thoughts.
On with the story!
***
Oni Link opened his eyes. He shot up, looking around.
He was in a small room. He was also in bed, and his sword was missing. *Where the hell am I?* he asked himself. Last time he'd checked, he'd been collapsed on a doorstep, not lying in a bed.
"Hiya mister!" came a voice. He looked around. Standing behind him was a short girl with long, red hair. She had a big grin on her face.
"Uh, hi, kid," he said. "Who are you?" His voice was gruff and deep.
"Romani," she said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice.
"And where am I?"
"Romani Ranch." *Well, at least she isn't secretive,* he thought to himself.
"Hey, kid, do you know where my sword is?" He wanted to know, mainly because it was his only weapon. And when he was still alive, he'd always know one thing: Always have a weapon. It was a lesson so instilled in him that, even now, years later, he lived by that rule.
She shook her head. "I can't tell you."
"Why?" He was getting slightly annoyed; why did he always have to play Twenty Questions with kids?
"Well, my sister, Cremia, said that you might be dangerous, and that she didn't want to give a total stranger a big weapon like that."
Oni chuckled. "Smart woman."
"So, mister, what's your name?" she asked in a _way_ to chipper voice.
He paused. Should he tell her. Ah, what's the harm? "Link. Oni Link. Just call me Oni."
She giggled. "Okay Mr. Oni. You want something to eat?"
*You know, I think I like this kid.* "Sure, kid."
"Okay, I'll be back in a bit with it." She ran out.
*Ah, now to get going.* He stood up, and felt pain immeadiately shoot up his right leg. With a grunt, he sat back down on the bed. He looked at his leg; it had slash marks up and down the inside and outside of the leg. *Damn,* he thought to himself. *Even with my supreme power, that boy still managed to damage himself. [Editor's Note: Basically, this means that, during the final fight with Majora's Mask, Link got hit while wearing the FD Mask, and the damage carried through into Oni Link's form.]*
In a few minutes, the girl, Romani, returned with some bread and a glass of water. He thanked her, and chowed down.
After about 5 minutes of silence, the door to the room opened, and in walked a tall, slender girl, with long, red hair, just like Romani. "And who would you be?" Oni asked.
She regarded him with an uneasy look on her face. "I'm Cremia, Romani's older sister. Who are you?"
"Oni Link. Call me Oni."
She nodded. "Okay, well, we have that established. So," she asked, pulling up a chair, and sitting next to her sister, "why are you here?"
***
10 minutes later...[Extremely Important Editor's Note: From this point onward, everything will be told in first person.]
"...and then I collapsed on your doorstep." I had basically told her nothing; after all, who'd believe me if I told them I was a god? Really, all I'd done was re-use what happened to that fool, Link; I told them that I'd been walking through the forest, had gone through some sort of portal, had gotten queasy, and had collapsed at their doorstep.
Cremia had her eyebrows raised. "I haven't heard a tale like that since..."
"Since that boy Link was here!" Romani chirpped.
*Damn. What if they still remeber that boy?*
"You know," Cremia started, "I find it quite odd that two boys, both with the name 'Link', came through a portal and arrived here."
"Uh, yeah, well...where I come from, Link is a very common name." *Oh, I am _so_ good.*
"Huh. Oh well." A thoughtful look grew on her face. "Do you want to stay here? I mean, until you leg heals?" she asked.
Hmm...well, should I? On the one hand, I'd have to stay with these people. I never really liked staying around others. On the other hand, I _did_ need to get my leg healed, and I could also have food and such. "I'll stay until my leg heals," I finally said.
She stood up. "Okay. Romani and I will leave you alone." She looked at her sister. "Come on, Romani." She and the kid walked out of the small room.
"Bye, Mr. Oni!" the kid called over her shoulder. I grinned.
"Bye, kid."
I lay back down on the bed after they had left. I guess I'd have to get used to living on a ranch.
End Part Two