Malon's
Journal
22nd day of Din's Second Month
Obligatory Disclaimer: If
I owned Zelda and its characters, I'd be able to buy that 9000 yen kimono I saw
the other day. But alas, I do not. *sigh*
Author's Notes: Thanks for the reviews, guys! Here's
chapter two! I hope I didn't lay it on thick with the swooning-ness… ^_^;
Soundtracks: "Spiritual Virginity" by
Amber; "Feel so Fine" by Crush (remember them? Probably not! =P)
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22nd day of Din's Second Month; 11:58 am.
Nothing too good about this morning so far, journal.
Argh! I overslept!
I realized that when I heard the sounds of light footsteps in my room. My first and only guess was that Mr. Ingo was planning on waking me up by clapping his hands loudly or banging his fists against my nightstand (that is so annoying by the way). Going by my assumption, I decided to ignore him and I rolled over onto my side so that my back faced his approaching figure.
I felt something soft (a finger?) poking at my nape. I cringed and groaned and protest. Then I heard snickers---soft, barely audible snickers, definitely not those of Mr. Ingo's or Dad's. I cautiously rolled over and opened my eyes…
And there was Link, grinning like he had stolen the Triforce. He held a cucco feather. "RISE AND SHINE, MALON!"
OhNayruDinandFarore! That was so embarrassing!
I actually shrieked and stumbled gracelessly out of my bed with my shock. He howled with laughter as I scrambled to get out of my entanglement with the bed sheets and ran out of my room as if a Wolfos was on my tail.
That was a little under an hour ago…
At the moment, Dad and Link are outside, taking care of watering down the horses, keeping the cuccos in their pens, stacking hay---stuff like that. I'm in the kitchen. I'm supposed to be making lunch ("Lemonade and sandwiches, please!") but I'm not… So hah!
Actually, I'm just waiting for this ham to finish cooking so I could make the sandwiches. And what do you know? It's ready. Talk to you later!
' Malon
22nd day of Din's Second Month; 2:01 pm.
…
Right now… I can't even write because my hands are trembling so much… In fact, my entire body is trembling and it just won't stop!
You're probably wondering why I'm behaving this way so I suppose I'm obligated to tell you, dear journal. About an hour and a half ago, lunch was prepared and ready. Dad came inside the house to enjoy it and he told me to bring Link his lunch since the doof was still outside, stacking up the rest of the hay.
I had no qualms with heading over to the far end of the ranch, near what I called the "cow house" as a child, to deliver his food. Of course, Dad had to insist that I bring back the bottle (really, they're not that valuable…). That meant I'd have to wait for Link to finish. As I've said before, I had no qualms with that whatsoever.
I calmly went towards the area where Link was.
I nearly stumbled face first into the man-made dirt path that surrounds the corral. What I saw was… Unbelievable, to say the least.
Journal, what I am going to write here is very personal… If anyone were ever to read this, surely his or her opinion of me would change.
Journal, I saw Link half naked.
It shocks even me to see the words written out in my handwriting on the fine white pages of my journal. What shocks me even more is the vivid image of him like…that…permeating through my mind. It's like something you want to forget, but for some reason, you just can't seem to. I wonder why that is…? In any event, I am going to write this down for that day in the future where I decide to sit down and read old entries. Surely this would be very amusing, no?
Anyway, back to what I saw…
It was…tantalizing.
Link was bereft of his green Kokiri cap, something that had become his trademark over the years. It felt very different to see him without it. Now that I think about it, I don't recall ever seeing him without the cap prior to this day… The length of his golden hair barely extended past his shoulders; it was worn in a simple, low ponytail.
He unconsciously boasted (is that an oxymoron?---anyway…) a perfectly chiseled upper torso by working shirtless underneath the powerful and unforgiving sun. His once-fair skin was now a dim bronze, glistening with a faint sheen of sweat…
I had to look away because if I hadn't, I would have undressed his lower half with my eyes.
Three Goddesses help me, I would have…
Link didn't notice my approach. I almost considered turning around and running back to Dad with a sorry excuse ("I couldn't find him among the stacks of hay!") but he espied me.
"Oh, hey there Mal'!" he said suddenly, casually, as if his current state of dress (or undress?) was commonplace. The tan along his face brought out the luster of his blue eyes fairly well. And then I couldn't run away anymore because my legs felt like they had turned into gelatin.
"Malon?"
I blinked out of my daze. I was *stupidly* staring at his athletic physique! How un-lady like…
"Yeah?"
"You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."
Far from it.
"I'm fine… Here's your lunch."
The heat on the surface of my skin rose to immeasurably heights as I neared him to hand him his food. He didn't seem to notice, thank Farore.
I turned on the ball of my foot.
"Malon?"
His voice made the jelly-esque feeling return to my legs. "Yes, Link?"
"Don't you need the bottle back?"
Of course…
It took a lot of my willpower to get me to turn around. And when I did, he had just begun to drink his lemonade. With every gulp he took of the juice, his Adam's Apple flexed and relaxed. Some of the lemonade spilled from the corner of his mouth and made a small trail that traveled down his chin and into the hollow of his throat; the *real* lucky droplets went further than that and headed due south, down his sternum, down his---
Argh!
What in the name of Din's Fire am I thinking!?
Why am I remembering such *unimportant* details!? Especially about Link!
Sure, I'll admit: I've always considered Link to be handsome, more handsome than any male I've ever seen… But I've never thought about him in… you know… *that* way!
Man, I am going to need a lock for this diary! I'd sooner die than have someone read such revelations…
After Link finished the lemonade, I took the bottle and ran back to the house as fast as I could. I think I stepped on a cucco but I am not about go back out there to check…
I came up to my room after that and I haven't come out of it since then, journal. And as long as Link is here, I don't think I will…
' Malon
22nd day of Din's Second Month; 5:41 pm.
Hello journal, I'm back.
Finally, I've returned from sifting flour for tonight's dinner. It's a pain in the rear end because the flour gets all over your hands and clothes.
Anyway, Link left some time ago, saying that he couldn't stay behind for dinner for some reason or the other. I wasn't really paying as much attention to him as I would normally have. It's not that I was trying to be rude by ignoring him, I just… After what I saw and thought of earlier, I felt very different by just being around him. I couldn't look him dead in the face even if I really wanted to…
While I was working in the kitchen, Link came by after his bath, fully clothed and fresh, to bid me adieu. . He then mentioned something about Hyrule Castle Town. I don't remember very clearly… I must have come off as cold or something because right after that, he had asked me if anything was wrong in that soft manner of his. Every time I hear him speak like that, I just want to leap into his arms… But I didn't. I shrugged that off and then…he left.
I wonder, did I just make a mistake without even realizing it?
I hope not…
Well, I don't have time to dwell on that. I just learned that The Great Impa, the Sheikah of Kakariko, is coming to our ranch tomorrow! Dad didn't give me the details but she's coming to look at the horses, probably to see which one will suit her Highness. I feel so honored! I just hope she doesn't pick Epona…!
And I leave you here, journal. But don't worry! I'm sure I'll have something to write about come tomorrow.
' Malon
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