Chapter 4

She woke up strapped to some cool metal table. Triss and Cho stood in front of her, grinning. Somehow, the sight was not very comforting. The former held up a shiny metallic object. An egg slicer? Ha! Everyone knew you couldn't do anything dangerous with a mere egg slicer!

Ganondorf, on the other hand, woke up to hoarse but almost inhumane cries. Somewhere between an elephant getting its trunk stuffed up with live mice and a cat getting scalding toffee stuffed down its ears. Ah. Those two girls had started then. They were always quite inventive, notorious throughout the darksider world as people not to mess with. Music to his ears. He began humming Fur Elise in tune to the low shouts.

Back down below, Triss halted, smiling. She stepped back, satisfied, to survey her handiwork.

"Nice new shirt color. It matches your body."

"But don't worry. Overnight it'll turn brown. Trust me, I speak from experience." Cho winked.

"Let's try something else now…bring on the ginger beer!"

"Ooh. You're bad, Triss."

And so it went on the whole day. Ganondorf soon exhausted his knowledge of Beethoven, and moved on to more local and popular songs. Like Gerudo Valley or Zelda's Lullaby.

By sunset, the symphony stopped. Triss and Cho trudged up the stairs, looking pleased but rather grubby.

"Ah, my dear friends. Do please feel free to use the baths around here after such a hard day's work. You do look rather sticky." He smiled happily.

"Shut up. You better be happy. It was all I could do not to use the…ahem…keys. I was being considerate of your wishes, being your guest. Now my bloody ears are ringing."

"You always say things so…literally. Most people only say so to swear, you know."

"Hey, I'm honest. Got a problem with that?"

"No, no, not at all," he supplied hastily. "This way, ladies."

"Oh, and by the way, you'd better go get more Windex, and soon. We tried, but you know how it is…"

The next day, the pair woke up early. They had to get started, the big day was in 3 days! They hurried down to the dungeons…

There was a visitor. A male. Tall, silver-haired, and grinning.

"Ah, Kuja. Nice of you to drop by. Come to admire our work?"

"Yes. I had heard you had obtained a new…project. If I may be so bold, could I make a suggestion?"

"Anything."

"Place this sword somewhere else, it doesn't look good there. How about across the shoulders? It might pin her arms to her sides, at any rate. If not, well, simply more life substance lost."

"Interesting." Cho mused. "Of course, you shall have the honor of doing so."

"With pleasure."

Through unfocused eyes, Scum saw him smiling nastily. The next thing she knew, searing pain.

"Ah, she's fainted again. Mortals are so weak."

"Yes. I must go now. Important business. You know. See you in a few days." He winked.

"Yes. Till then."