Obligatory Disclaimer: Man,
if I owned these characters like Nintendo does, do you think I'd be writin'
fanfics!?
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reviews! ;-; If, by some divine means, I
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So that's what Fox was trying to tell me, she thought. That sneaky!
Zelda must have read the leaf of paper in her palm at least a dozen times. She still couldn't believe it. Roy had written her a love letter! A poetic one at that. And here she thought the redhead didn't know how to tie his own shoes let alone write poetry. Will wonders ever cease?
After one last skim of the letter, she folded it. She remained seated on the smooth floors of the tennis court, pondering this turn of events. Roy had never showed any signs of attraction or affection towards her, and this sudden revelation had only confused Zelda. Was his cocky behavior a sign? Was the loudmouthed swordsman really a coy gentleman underneath his display of pride?
Zelda sighed. What was she to do? Moreover, how did she feel? How was she *supposed* to feel? She had never received a love letter before, now that she thought about it. Oftentimes, she'd receive something grand, like a diamond necklace or a very rare piece of amber, but never something as heartfelt as poetic words on paper. She was the Princess of Hyrule; she had suitors from allover falling at her feet, dying for her hand in marriage; she could practically have any man she wanted… But she was never in love with any of the dorks that pranced up to the throne.
And she knew she was not in love with Roy. But Roy was in love with her…
Hm… Well, he *does* have quite the schoolboy charm, she thought. A smile formed across her face, as did a blush. Suddenly, she felt embarrassed and covered her face with her delicate palms. I can't believe this!
The next thing she knew, she was scribbling out the letters for a game of FLAMES along a notebook she carried with herself. Princess Peach had taught her the childish compatibility game some time ago, claiming that it was not just a game, but also a true prediction of love and futures. At first, Zelda thought that such a notion was ridiculous, that a simple game revolving around letters and numbers could not inscribe one's destiny. Peach then revealed her compatibility with Mario was that of Lovers---the best match one could get in the game. It was then Zelda began to take the 'flames' more seriously…
F is for friends, L is for lovers, A is for admirers, M is for marriage, E is for enemies, and S is for sweethearts. Here we go… She stared at the 'board'. Afterward, she took a deep breath and wrote out her name directly above that of Roy's. She prepared to cross out each letter she and Roy had in common in their names… Only to find out they had none.
F
L A M E S
1 2 3 4 5 6
7 8 9 10 11
ZELDA
ROY
Peach said to count the remaining letters and match that number to the corresponding letter on the board… So, three from Roy and five from mine make eight. And eight…
Zelda gawked at the board.
Then screamed at the top of her lungs.
"WE'RE LOVERS! WE'RE LOVERS! WE'RE LOVERS!!!!!"
With that, she gathered her things, stuffed them into her duffel bag, and dashed out of the tennis courts.
Imitating the great Bambino, known the world over as the late and great Babe Ruth, Young Link stood poised and ready at the home plate. He pointed his finger toward the horizon, letting all of the players and spectators of the fair game of softball know of his intention: he was going to hit a homerun.
Marth and Roy were two of the spectators to this ball game; they were both seated on the second row of bleachers and had a pretty good view of the field and dugout. The elder of the two swordsmen remained reserved and quiet, while the ever-so-boisterous Roy cheered his young blonde friend on as loudly as only he could. "YEAH YOUNG LINK! W00t, w00t! You are L337! Young Link r0x0rs your b0x0rs! Go for it man! Hit it! Swing batter, batter, batter, swing!" He began spanking the air. "Roy said smack dat azz!" …Among other things.
Overcome with a sudden case of public humiliation, a red-faced Marth nudged his elbow into Roy's side, causing the latter to wince and halt his loud cheering. "Dang it, Marth! I'm just trying to cheer for my friend! Is that a crime?" he protested.
"You sound like a stupid wannabe hacker at his first non-online baseball game. Plus, you're embarrassing me…"
Roy grumbled and complied with his friend's wishes, knowing full and well that the indigo-haired prince, while polite and indiscriminate, was modest and shy, especially around women. He set down the giant green foam finger he was waving around. "Fine then, Mr. Belvedere," he said while folding his arms, "let's do all the things that *you* want to do."
Marth chuckled and rolled his eyes, focusing back onto the ball game. His amused grin melted away when he saw a familiar figure approaching the field from a distance. "Hey Roy, isn't that…Link?"
"No Marth, it's actually Captain N," Roy said sarcastically. "He's been at home plate for the past three minutes, waiting for Ryota Hayami to pitch to him."
"Not Young Link, you Bac-O-Bit. I'm talking about grown-up Link," Marth pointed to the approaching figure, "isn't that him?"
Roy glanced in the indicated direction. "Say, you're right…"
"He doesn't look so well."
"Wonder why he's running like a madman…"
Marth shrugged. "Oh, you know Link, he's a weirdo at heart."
Roy silently nodded. The two, as well as everyone else present at the ball game for that matter, watched blankly as Adult Link came sprinting across the diamond-shaped ball field as if the hounds of Hades were hot on his trail. The normally considerate Link didn't even seem to realize he had rudely interrupted their friendly game of softball. In fact, he didn't seem to realize much of anything else…
Before anyone could react, he ran up to the home plate where his younger self stood, perplexed at his antics. "Come with me, Mini-Me!"
"But I'm in the middle of a ball game…"
"This is a crisis! I'm afraid your little game has to come to an end! We're in a dire situation! We're in grave danger!" Adult Link exclaimed.
"But… But…"
"No buts! We must hurry or else!" Adult Link hefted Young Link over his shoulder like a light sack of potatoes, ignoring the child's kicks and screams and death threats. "The Evil Blue Bird of Death is after us! We must flee!"
"PUT ME DOWN YOU CRAZY GLUE-SNIFFING PILE OF PENGUIN BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!"
Naturally, the older of the Links ignored that and set off to run to wherever he had planned to escape from the 'evil blue bird of death'. Just as he was about to escape from the disgruntled players and spectators alike, he spotted the Evil Blue Bird of Death himself: Falco Lombardi.
The blue-feathered Falco noticed the not-so-polite look of sheer fright Link had given him and sneered at him. "You got a problem with me or something?"
Link shrieked.
Like a girl.
"RUN FOR YOUR LIFE, MINI-ME! THE EVIL BLUE BIRD OF DEATH IS HERE!!!!" Adult Link dropped his younger self unceremoniously onto the ground and made a quick getaway.
Young Link, however, did not move a muscle once he got up and dusted himself off. Like everyone else, he quietly stared at his older alter ego running into the distance. He then made a mental note to avoid all forms of alcohol and drugs in the future so as not to turn out like that.
Marth and Roy stared.
"Dude," Roy was the first to speak. "What's up with *him*?"
"I dunno," Marth said with a shrug. "He had chimichangas for dinner yesterday, though."
"That explains it."
Despite that incredibly eccentric interruption, the ball game went on peacefully. Until…
"Oh Roooooooooooooooooooooooooooy!"
The redheaded teenager almost choked on his chilidog when he glanced up and saw the beautiful form of Princess Zelda standing no more than three feet in front of him and Marth. Normally, he'd act casual and maybe even cocky around the Hylian female. In spite of this, there was a look in her blue eyes. A look he knew all too well. Fan girls gave him that look all of the time. He dreaded that look and the uneasy feeling it stirred in him.
It was the look of a girl hopelessly in love.
He gulped. "Mother…"
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A/N: In case you didn't know, according to FLAMES (an old school game),
Zelda and Roy do have a score of 8---you can see for yourself! She has a score
of 8 with Marth, too! ^^ And a score of
7 with Link, making them Friends. =/ Anyhoo, from the looks of things on my
outline and writing schedule, we'll find out who wrote the love letter pretty
soon. Thanks for reading! Please leave a review? =)
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