Part 6 Divinity and Utopia or Why the Wind Came
"Shiroi."
Sugar glared, her nemesis standing not 100 feet away. "You're alive."
Shiroi smiled, tossing back a wave of silvery white hair, and shooting Sugar a look of deeply rooted malice.
"As are you. I assumed you had drowned."
"Why are you here?"
Shiroi shrugged and gave a vague nod of her head towards the ruins of Hyrule castle. "I heard some rumors you were back to your usual business. Wreaking havoc and swiping pretty things. I thought we had an agreement about Utopia."
"And you've been a model law abiding citizen since our last meeting? I find that doubtful."
Shiroi looked amused, and with a sweep of her hand she produced something small and blue from the inner regions of her white vest.
"I have something that you might be interested in, oh Thief of Time."
Sugar glowered. "Is that what I think it is?"
Shiroi's lips curled into a smug grin. "Four of us are looking for Utopia. Shyoka, Mora, You, and myself. You already have the first two keys. the Mask of Time, and the Master Sword." A chuckle escaped the unnaturally red lips ".But I have the third."
"And you came to gloat about it?"
"Yes."
"I suppose we'll be duking it out in a final win all or loose all battle for who gets Utopia?"
"Yes."
"Have you considered that there is one other after our treasure?"
"You mean Gannondorf?" Shiroi laughed mirthlessly. "He's nothing. A pawn to keep the Princess and her little brother busy while we go after the BIG prize." "Shyoka and Mora are the same, aren't they? Your pawns? You had no intention of the four of us splitting Utopia."
"There can only be one King, Sugar my sweet. It's down to you and me."
Sugar smiled. "You're a special kind of trash. I'll be sure to kill you slowly."
"I'll see you on the half moon then. Ah, Sugar my sweet, I would recommend you to be a tad less obvious about stealing things. The whole of Hyrule is after your head, after all."
"Twelve days from now, I'll cut your filthy throat."
Shiroi vanished in a swirl of wind and dead leaves, faint echoes of her silver laughter caught on the breeze.
Mora slipped into the huge temple, shutting the doors quietly behind her.
"I told you, she's not h. Mora?"
"Shyoka."
"What's wrong? You look like shit. Why aren't you in Gerudo valley keeping an eye on the princess?" Shyoka stood and hurried to her friend.
"Shiroi. She tricked us."
"What? Shiroi? She and Sugar have been working together to help open Utopia."
"Yes, I know. But Shiroi is not what she seemed at first. She has betrayed us. She has been using us to claim the power of the most sacred realm for herself!"
There was a whisper of silver laughter on the dusty temple air, and a voice made to charm even the most chaste of humans resounded like a bell off the marble walls.
"Shyoka. don't tell me you're going to listen to this dirty traitor, spilling these lies about me like second class wine?"
"Shiroi!" Mora flamed with rage as the albino appeared beside the Priestess. "Mora, Mora." Shiroi tsked, "Trying to cover your treachery with such heinous lies." a hand that looked as though it was carved from ivory slid around Shyoka's slender waist.
"It's you who is the traitor Shiroi! Selfish, filthy TRAITOR! You told Sugar to steal the sword because you KNEW Gannondorf would go after her, and leave you unhindered! You want Utopia for yourself!"
Shiroi laughed and drew the unresisting and suddenly very silent Shyoka closer.
"Oh Mora, Mora, Mor-ra. I thought you were more intelligent than trying to trick my dear Shyoka. Trying to place the blame of your treachery on one who has worked so hard to divide the most sacred treasure equally among the four of us. It is you and Sugar who are the enemies of equality. You two are the faces of treachery!"
"Prove it. Prove Sugar and I are the traitors and not you."
"Gladly. Why does Sugar keep two of the keys to herself, when I have the third and final? Why did you warn the princess that someone would be after the Ocarina? Hm? Because you wanted to take it for yourself, so you and Sugar could claim Utopia!"
"YOU LIAR!"
"Farewell Mora. Shyoka, remove this unsightly trash from your sacred temple."
Mora grew frantic, stepping back towards the door. Shiroi had done something to Shyoka's mind, and there was nothing she could do.
"Shyoka, don't listen to her! She's the traitor! It's her!"
"Don't let someone like this get any share of the most Sacred realm."
Silvery wires extended from Shyoka's fingers, her eyelids falling heavily.
"Yes. Shiroi-sama."
Mora closed her eyes, as her body flooded with the most terrible pain, and collapsed into a heap on the floor.
"Pity." Shiroi murmured. "I was becoming fond of her."
The cool early morning air brushed against over Link's bare body, dawn's pale pink light just began to creep over the horizon.
Shivering, the Hylian nestled against the warmth beside him and let a yawn escape him.
"Link.?" came a sleepy murmur from somewhere in the tangle of blankets.
"Mmm. just sleep. We still have an hour before we have to drag our sore little asses out of bed."
"You mean YOUR sore little ass out of bed?"
"Oh, no, I mean the plural. As in bend over now. My turn."
Sheik gasped and giggled and the two disappeared under the sheets once more.
"What I can't understand is how can two young men make a mess of two beds in one night? I can understand one. I couldn't help but to overhear your little activities last night. but this morning as well? HONESTLY!" Nabooru was furious.
"That time of the month again?" Link murmured to a vigorously nodding Sheik.
Gannondorf studied the note, turning it over and over in his hand. Oh, this Sugar! A mere woman, unaided by any external force such as a certain gratingly frustrating princess had outsmarted him.
"I would like to meet her." he pondered a long moment. ".I'd like her alive when I do meet her. I should like to know her ability."
It had been so long since he had encountered anyone with wit, or a mind for that matter. Oh, the princess was smart, and the boy was strong. but Sugar. she had style. The peasants were frustratingly incompetent, or just simply to terrified to say more then "yes sir, anything you say sir, I'll kiss your ass your majesty, just please don't kill me".
The red lipstick mark in the corner after the loopy signature drew his attention the most. He wondered vaguely what else those lips might be capable of.
"She must be lovely."
Zelda was pacing nervously back and forth. Things weren't going well. They weren't going well at all. Supplies in the Gerudo valley were limited, and the refugees dare not venture outside the barrier the princess had constructed with the aid of Impa.
"Rations are low."
"Already? It's only been a day Hime-sama."
"We can survive off the meager rations for about twelve more days. Then, to put it bluntly, we're screwed."
"My son will be certain Link-san succeeds."
Zelda sat, wringing her hands in worry.
"Impa-obaasan.?"
"Yes?"
"I have a request."
Schuiichi trotted alongside the three wanderers, studying the sky with immense interest.
"A storm is coming." The Keaton stated, wagging his many tails simotaniously.
"Don't try sounding so cryptic," Nabooru grumbled, "It doesn't suit you."
Schuiichi smiled, staring up at the blackening clouds. "I'm not being cryptic. That sky does not look happy."
The three glanced up in unison as a raindrop splattered on Link's nose.
"I agree with the fox." Nabooru consented, and gave the horse a firm nudge to quicken the pace. The next inn was not for another few hours.
Link flopped down beside Sheik on the bed, drenched, cold and utterly miserable. Outside the thunderstorm raged, downstairs Schuiichi and Nabooru were warming themselves by the fire, and on the bed Sheik was stripping out of his wet clothes and cuddling under the blankets, arms invitingly open.
Link smiled, discarding his own drenched tunic, and snuggling next to the Sheikah with a soft sigh and several gentle kisses.
"Not tonight, love, I'm afraid." Sheik purred, running his tongue gently along the rim of Link's ear, ".too cold." He managed through chattering teeth. Link nodded in agreement and settled for bundling themselves in a cocoon of blankets and a long sleep.
The morning came, silent, rosy, and warm. Its faint light was barely enough to illuminate the pale shape stepping across lake Hylia, heading towards where Hyrule castle once stood. The figure, upon further inspection, was not pale, but, in fact, made up of soft swirls of white light. Stepping across the lakes surface, leaving not so much as a ripple, this ghostly, or perhaps ethereal being moved with the grace heaven envied and a precision hell trembled at. She had appeared, and moved swiftly across the water towards her destination. .and faded away.
End of part 6
Yeah. the end to this did NOT make sense. well not until part 7or 8 will anything make sense, but still..! Plot is plot. Sorry to anyone who's actually reading, and, -gasp- even enjoying this fic, for taking so damn long. Nope, no lemon this time! Sorry again. Don't worry, part 5 wasn't the only lemon scene. There will be more! All that and a legion of flying monkeys! Gannondorf: I'll get you my pretty, and your little dog too!
"Shiroi."
Sugar glared, her nemesis standing not 100 feet away. "You're alive."
Shiroi smiled, tossing back a wave of silvery white hair, and shooting Sugar a look of deeply rooted malice.
"As are you. I assumed you had drowned."
"Why are you here?"
Shiroi shrugged and gave a vague nod of her head towards the ruins of Hyrule castle. "I heard some rumors you were back to your usual business. Wreaking havoc and swiping pretty things. I thought we had an agreement about Utopia."
"And you've been a model law abiding citizen since our last meeting? I find that doubtful."
Shiroi looked amused, and with a sweep of her hand she produced something small and blue from the inner regions of her white vest.
"I have something that you might be interested in, oh Thief of Time."
Sugar glowered. "Is that what I think it is?"
Shiroi's lips curled into a smug grin. "Four of us are looking for Utopia. Shyoka, Mora, You, and myself. You already have the first two keys. the Mask of Time, and the Master Sword." A chuckle escaped the unnaturally red lips ".But I have the third."
"And you came to gloat about it?"
"Yes."
"I suppose we'll be duking it out in a final win all or loose all battle for who gets Utopia?"
"Yes."
"Have you considered that there is one other after our treasure?"
"You mean Gannondorf?" Shiroi laughed mirthlessly. "He's nothing. A pawn to keep the Princess and her little brother busy while we go after the BIG prize." "Shyoka and Mora are the same, aren't they? Your pawns? You had no intention of the four of us splitting Utopia."
"There can only be one King, Sugar my sweet. It's down to you and me."
Sugar smiled. "You're a special kind of trash. I'll be sure to kill you slowly."
"I'll see you on the half moon then. Ah, Sugar my sweet, I would recommend you to be a tad less obvious about stealing things. The whole of Hyrule is after your head, after all."
"Twelve days from now, I'll cut your filthy throat."
Shiroi vanished in a swirl of wind and dead leaves, faint echoes of her silver laughter caught on the breeze.
Mora slipped into the huge temple, shutting the doors quietly behind her.
"I told you, she's not h. Mora?"
"Shyoka."
"What's wrong? You look like shit. Why aren't you in Gerudo valley keeping an eye on the princess?" Shyoka stood and hurried to her friend.
"Shiroi. She tricked us."
"What? Shiroi? She and Sugar have been working together to help open Utopia."
"Yes, I know. But Shiroi is not what she seemed at first. She has betrayed us. She has been using us to claim the power of the most sacred realm for herself!"
There was a whisper of silver laughter on the dusty temple air, and a voice made to charm even the most chaste of humans resounded like a bell off the marble walls.
"Shyoka. don't tell me you're going to listen to this dirty traitor, spilling these lies about me like second class wine?"
"Shiroi!" Mora flamed with rage as the albino appeared beside the Priestess. "Mora, Mora." Shiroi tsked, "Trying to cover your treachery with such heinous lies." a hand that looked as though it was carved from ivory slid around Shyoka's slender waist.
"It's you who is the traitor Shiroi! Selfish, filthy TRAITOR! You told Sugar to steal the sword because you KNEW Gannondorf would go after her, and leave you unhindered! You want Utopia for yourself!"
Shiroi laughed and drew the unresisting and suddenly very silent Shyoka closer.
"Oh Mora, Mora, Mor-ra. I thought you were more intelligent than trying to trick my dear Shyoka. Trying to place the blame of your treachery on one who has worked so hard to divide the most sacred treasure equally among the four of us. It is you and Sugar who are the enemies of equality. You two are the faces of treachery!"
"Prove it. Prove Sugar and I are the traitors and not you."
"Gladly. Why does Sugar keep two of the keys to herself, when I have the third and final? Why did you warn the princess that someone would be after the Ocarina? Hm? Because you wanted to take it for yourself, so you and Sugar could claim Utopia!"
"YOU LIAR!"
"Farewell Mora. Shyoka, remove this unsightly trash from your sacred temple."
Mora grew frantic, stepping back towards the door. Shiroi had done something to Shyoka's mind, and there was nothing she could do.
"Shyoka, don't listen to her! She's the traitor! It's her!"
"Don't let someone like this get any share of the most Sacred realm."
Silvery wires extended from Shyoka's fingers, her eyelids falling heavily.
"Yes. Shiroi-sama."
Mora closed her eyes, as her body flooded with the most terrible pain, and collapsed into a heap on the floor.
"Pity." Shiroi murmured. "I was becoming fond of her."
The cool early morning air brushed against over Link's bare body, dawn's pale pink light just began to creep over the horizon.
Shivering, the Hylian nestled against the warmth beside him and let a yawn escape him.
"Link.?" came a sleepy murmur from somewhere in the tangle of blankets.
"Mmm. just sleep. We still have an hour before we have to drag our sore little asses out of bed."
"You mean YOUR sore little ass out of bed?"
"Oh, no, I mean the plural. As in bend over now. My turn."
Sheik gasped and giggled and the two disappeared under the sheets once more.
"What I can't understand is how can two young men make a mess of two beds in one night? I can understand one. I couldn't help but to overhear your little activities last night. but this morning as well? HONESTLY!" Nabooru was furious.
"That time of the month again?" Link murmured to a vigorously nodding Sheik.
Gannondorf studied the note, turning it over and over in his hand. Oh, this Sugar! A mere woman, unaided by any external force such as a certain gratingly frustrating princess had outsmarted him.
"I would like to meet her." he pondered a long moment. ".I'd like her alive when I do meet her. I should like to know her ability."
It had been so long since he had encountered anyone with wit, or a mind for that matter. Oh, the princess was smart, and the boy was strong. but Sugar. she had style. The peasants were frustratingly incompetent, or just simply to terrified to say more then "yes sir, anything you say sir, I'll kiss your ass your majesty, just please don't kill me".
The red lipstick mark in the corner after the loopy signature drew his attention the most. He wondered vaguely what else those lips might be capable of.
"She must be lovely."
Zelda was pacing nervously back and forth. Things weren't going well. They weren't going well at all. Supplies in the Gerudo valley were limited, and the refugees dare not venture outside the barrier the princess had constructed with the aid of Impa.
"Rations are low."
"Already? It's only been a day Hime-sama."
"We can survive off the meager rations for about twelve more days. Then, to put it bluntly, we're screwed."
"My son will be certain Link-san succeeds."
Zelda sat, wringing her hands in worry.
"Impa-obaasan.?"
"Yes?"
"I have a request."
Schuiichi trotted alongside the three wanderers, studying the sky with immense interest.
"A storm is coming." The Keaton stated, wagging his many tails simotaniously.
"Don't try sounding so cryptic," Nabooru grumbled, "It doesn't suit you."
Schuiichi smiled, staring up at the blackening clouds. "I'm not being cryptic. That sky does not look happy."
The three glanced up in unison as a raindrop splattered on Link's nose.
"I agree with the fox." Nabooru consented, and gave the horse a firm nudge to quicken the pace. The next inn was not for another few hours.
Link flopped down beside Sheik on the bed, drenched, cold and utterly miserable. Outside the thunderstorm raged, downstairs Schuiichi and Nabooru were warming themselves by the fire, and on the bed Sheik was stripping out of his wet clothes and cuddling under the blankets, arms invitingly open.
Link smiled, discarding his own drenched tunic, and snuggling next to the Sheikah with a soft sigh and several gentle kisses.
"Not tonight, love, I'm afraid." Sheik purred, running his tongue gently along the rim of Link's ear, ".too cold." He managed through chattering teeth. Link nodded in agreement and settled for bundling themselves in a cocoon of blankets and a long sleep.
The morning came, silent, rosy, and warm. Its faint light was barely enough to illuminate the pale shape stepping across lake Hylia, heading towards where Hyrule castle once stood. The figure, upon further inspection, was not pale, but, in fact, made up of soft swirls of white light. Stepping across the lakes surface, leaving not so much as a ripple, this ghostly, or perhaps ethereal being moved with the grace heaven envied and a precision hell trembled at. She had appeared, and moved swiftly across the water towards her destination. .and faded away.
End of part 6
Yeah. the end to this did NOT make sense. well not until part 7or 8 will anything make sense, but still..! Plot is plot. Sorry to anyone who's actually reading, and, -gasp- even enjoying this fic, for taking so damn long. Nope, no lemon this time! Sorry again. Don't worry, part 5 wasn't the only lemon scene. There will be more! All that and a legion of flying monkeys! Gannondorf: I'll get you my pretty, and your little dog too!