Thievery
Disclaimer: Once I get Miyamoto back to my secret mountain lair and get him to sign the series over to me.....then, they shall be mine. But for now – am just borrowing.
In the last chapter, we basically saw some weaponry being bought, some dodging about, and then a little combat between Sheik and Alexis/Blaise (it confuses me too now!) In this chapter, we should hopefully be able to progress onto something a little more interesting (and I might end up switching into some third POV in the middle in order to show what's going on more easily, OK?)
I never said my stories were easy to understand ;)
:: :: = Ganondorf's thoughts and [] = Alexis' thoughts and italics = memories (I keep forgetting to put them sorry!)
[Damn Sheikah] I cursed as he was once again railing at me for letting Catherine rest in her training. It seemed that that thought was trapped on a constant reel inside my head, and I was getting sick and tired of his ostentatious attitude. Roaring like that I heard in battle was ringing around in my head, blocking out the words he was yelling at me. I was vaguely aware of Catherine hovering behind me, and I protecting her from the advancing Sheik with an outstretched hand.
[When is he going to shut up?] I asked myself, stifling a yawn before it managed to get to my mouth. ['We haven't got enough time to mess around.....yada yada yada..... as if I don't already know.....] Finally, the roaring reached such a fever pitch that I let my anger explode (yet again). "Look Sheik, you may be a fucking General, but try to remember that we're not in your army; demons, we're not even from this land, so why don't you stop handing out orders and start taking some, hmm?" He just glowered, and then stalked off, juggling his staff from one hand to the other.
"Eesh," Catherine breathed shakily, and I turned around to see her rubbing the back of her neck and looking timidly at the ground. "I know you said you didn't get on – but you didn't say how much you didn't get on," she said when she noticed my glance.
"Yeah, well.....I thought maybe he'd be able to act like a grown up and put it aside – but I guess not," I answered back, just as quietly. "Come on, we may as well get back to camp."
We had set up camp within the field we were using for Catherine's training, so that we wouldn't have to worry about the black cloaks every minute of the day and night. Sheik had used his status in order to get army supplies, which included the two tents, food and, surprisingly, he had even thought to go back and get Nostawen for me. He also had his own horse, and another, small charger, for Catherine (who luckily already knew how to ride).
"How many days is it now until Ganondorf gets back?" Catherine asked as she set her weapons down next to her roll mat, and let her braided hair out of it's ponytail.
"He comes back tomorrow," I answered darkly, and then added as an afterthought, "at dawn I think. But, if we're lucky, the Sages will have been able to divert his course to the Spirit Temple in the desert."
"Why would that be any better?" she asked curiously, now slipping her shoes off (light and supple ankle boots).
"It would buy us some time at least....." I answered. "You know – so we can prepare how we're actually going to get the Tri-Force piece away from him."
"It won't be easy, will it?" she asked, sighing heavily, as she no doubt already knew the answer.
"I'm afraid not. But, I promise that I'll do whatever I can to make sure you're kept safe."
"Don't you ever think of yourself?" she grinned this time, and I smiled wryly.
"I've spent a long time looking after other people," I said simply, picking up her weapons and mine to tuck them away in the traveller's chest at the far end of the tent. "And, now, what would you like to eat? We have..... salted meat, bread, or – whatever this is." I held up some indescribably strange vegetable, and she wrinkled her nose at the smell which exuded from it.
"I think I'll give it a miss thanks – bread will do fine."
"I agree," I dropped the strange thing back into the food store, and ripped a loaf of bread into two halves, one of which I handed to Catherine. "Tuck in." I bit hungrily into my own half of the bread, and chewed thoughtfully, wondering yet again how we were going to get the Tri-Force of Power away from Ganondorf. There was no way he'd be giving it up without a fight – and we didn't have the Master Sword to help out this time around.
When night had fallen, and Catherine was asleep, I left the tent, and sat outside on the cool grass of the field, looking up at the sky. Clouds had drawn in, so there were only a few pockets of stars left, though they were disappearing fast. The moon was completely covered, so the only strong lights were those of farmsteads dotted all around the expanse of Hyrule field.
I had the feeling that I wasn't alone in my vigil, and a slight rustling proved me right; looking around, I saw Sheik sitting outside of his own tent, legs crossed Indian-style. He was holding one of his twin swords, the blade of which was stuck into the earth; then, his hands were on the pommel, and he leant on his hands, snoozing lightly. I never had been able to master that technique of night vigils – sleeping whilst you could, but still staying alert.
No matter – he wasn't exactly all that important to me at that moment. I was more interested in continuing in my attempts at plans to remove the Tri- Force pieces from their current owners. The terrible thing was, in every single scenario, I would have to come face to face with Link again. And I really didn't think I could do that; especially if he harboured as much hatred for me as Sheik did.
[So, where does that leave me and the carrier girl?] I wondered, rubbing my frozen forearms and studying the grass in great detail. I plucked a shoot from the ground, and rolled it between my fingers as I carried on thinking. [If I could just ditch Sheik, this would be easier.....] I looked around at a slight thud, and saw that he had fallen away from his sword, and was lying curled on the ground next to it. [Maybe this is my chance.] I stood up, and padded back to Catherine and mine's tent, making sure that he wasn't about to stir.
Catherine was still sound asleep, the blankets pulled over her head, and her legs curled up beneath her like a cat. I set about picking up all my weapons, and then swept all the food I could carry into my pack. Next was the tricky part – wake Catherine up without waking Sheik as well. I pulled the covers away from her head, and swiftly clamped a hand over her mouth to stop the confused questions she was no doubt going to ask.
"Be quiet, and get your stuff – we're leaving."
"What about Sh-?"
"He's staying here," I answered bluntly, handing her the sword and shield I'd bought her. "Don't ask – just put those on." She obediently pulled them on, and watched my every move with wide eyes. "Ready?" she nodded, and I pushed the flap of the tent back, only to find that Sheik had moved [fuck!] But, nothing ventured, nothing gained, or so they say..... So, I plunged out into the night, Catherine following behind me, and hurried over to the fence which surrounded the public field.
We reached the stile without any mishap, which scared the hell out of me – where was he? He should have seen us, caught us, and possibly tried to kill me again by now. But, no – he wasn't there at all. A dark feeling rose in the pit of my stomach, even as I vaulted over the stile, and then helped Catherine climb down on the other side.
Footsteps crunched behind us, and I turned, almost smiling with relief now that I knew he was all right. [Get a grip on yourself!] I fixed a scowl on my face, which turned to horror when I saw it wasn't him. This figure had a black cloak, and held a blue something over their shoulder, puffing as they carried it along. Whoever it was didn't seem to have noticed us yet, so I pushed Catherine backwards into the shadows, and then cleared my throat. They started, and dropped their load, which moaned and rolled over. [So that's where he went.]
"What are you doing here, black cloak?" I asked, deciding on using the same term as Sheik and the guards did.
"Looking for the General actually," they answered gruffly (make that 'he'). "Her Majesty's sorcerer requires to speak with him."
"I didn't think it was common practice for such matters to be dealt with like this," I said, nodding to Sheik, who it was plain to see had been knocked hard over the head. "And, if he only wants to speak to him, why doesn't he come himself?" I unsheathed my sword as I advanced, easily traversing the stile to get back into the field and stalk towards the black cloak. He bent down over Sheik, and shrouded him with his cloak. "What do you think you're doing?" I rushed forwards, and pressed the Mithril blade against the back of his neck. "Stand up slowly, and back away from him."
"All right – all right." He stood up slowly, and then backed away, shaking slightly. I took a moment to look at Sheik again, and check that nothing else had been done to him. Then, I returned my attention to the black cloak, and walked around to his front side in order to intimidate him a little more.
"Now, tell me the real reason you were taking the General away, unconscious and defenceless, in the middle of the night," I insisted, the blade at his pulsing jugular.
"I already said, to talk to-" I pressed the cold metal closer to his flesh to make my point clear. "I'll not tell!" he cried, and before I knew what was happening, there was a blinding flash of light, and then all that was left was an empty black cloak floating to the ground, and sunspots dancing in my eyes.
"Ow, shit!" I balled my fists over my eyes, and realised what the flash was [deku nuts – he took them from Sheik's belt!] Catherine was suddenly standing next to me, her arm around my shoulders, and pulling my hands away from my eyes. "Let go," I murmured putting my hands back, and rubbing away the blood pouring from the burst blood vessels in my eyes. Deku-nuts at close range were bloody painful!
"But you're hurt!"
"I'll be fine – just be quiet, and keep out of the way for a moment." I walked around her to where Sheik was prone on the floor, and, biting back the urge to do something rather more inappropriate, considering the current situation, shook him by the shoulders. "Sheik – come on, get up." His eyes flicked open, and he looked dazed.
"What happened?"
"It was a black cloak Sheik – he stole your Deku-nuts and transported away before I could figure out why he was attempting to kidnap you." I held up the black fabric which was all that remained of the sorcerer's follower. "You got any ideas why?" He was sitting up by now, and rubbing the drying blood away from his forehead. He frowned, blinked, shook his head, and then seemed to finally realise that it was me talking. Then, he scowled darkly, and yanked the cloak right out of my hands.
"You shouldn't touch this – we'll have to burn it now, or they'll know that you were here as well."
"They will anyway – the guy saw me, remember?" I pointed out in annoyance.
"He was a crony – he'd have no idea who you were in the dark – but with this, they can magically link it." He balled the cloak up, and then wandered over to the dying embers of the earlier campfire we'd had going. Then he stoked them with a long branch to make the embers catch, and then he threw the cloak onto the merrily dancing flames. "There." He kicked some more sticks onto the fire to really get it going, and then walked back over to where Catherine and I were waiting.
"Well, what do you suggest now then, General?" I asked, still rubbing tears of blood as they seeped down my face. Catherine was staring in sick fascination, but it didn't seem to disturb Sheik all that much. [He's probably seen this a million times before.] However, he did pause to reach into his remaining pouch, and pulled out what looked like an acorn. "What's this for?"
"Chew it into a paste, and then put a stripe of it under each eye," he reeled off like a textbook. "It'll make the eyes heal faster."
"Thanks."
"Now, we sleep – and tomorrow, we start the real work."
"Real work?"
"I assumed you could count, but obviously not..... He returns tomorrow," he said simply, and then walked into his tent without so much as another word.
"I take that as dismissal?" Catherine quipped as we both walked back to the second tent.
"Aye, me too."
::Blasted weaklings!:: Ganondorf cursed as he fired yet another round of dark magic at the pesky Sages, who had thrown themselves after him out of the Sacred Realm, all that time ago. ::How long have I been in this ridiculous fall?:: He looked down, to see the small replica of Hyrule not much larger than the last time he'd looked. He could feel that he was slowing down, but knew he was also still going at a steady clip.
There was a commotion above, and he wondered what they were up to now. Didn't they realise that they couldn't harm him? He shook his head and smirked, allowing the currents to carry on pulling him back to the world. ::It's not like I'm in any real hurry – another few hours or days won't make any difference.....:: He closed his eyes and followed the gentle coaxings of the currents as they bore him ever closer to the land that was going to be his. And he would not relinquish it again.
Something cool brushed over his left hand, creeping across his Tri-Force piece. ::What?:: He blinked open his eyes, and found himself amused to see that the weaklings had finally approached him outright. The white light ::that Link boy's fairy.....:: was tugging at his clenched fist, and firing her puny magic into the glowing triangular mark on his skin. It stung a little, but apart from that, the fairy wasn't achieving much other than to annoy him. "Gah!" he flung his hand outwards, and sent the tiny winged woman flying.
As soon as this was done, the closest sages to him (being the green-haired kid, and that Sheikah woman) grabbed hold of his outstretched arm, and then the white fairy joined tiny hands with the sunbeam yellow one. "Pull Navi, pull hard as you can!" the green-haired girl cried, wrapping her tiny tapered fingers into the folds of Ganondorf's cloak, so that he couldn't shake her off. Navi pulled as hard as she could against the currents, and Ganondorf could feel them changing course.
"NO!" he used his own magic to pull back – something, however, was muffling it's power. "Argh!" He clenched his teeth and yanked as hard as he could, only succeeding into pulling back half the distance.
"You forget that your magic won't work to full strength between worlds Ganondorf!" the Sheikah woman panted, blinking sweat from her scarlet eyes. "Keep at it Navi!"
"Damn you!" Ganondorf cried, as they moved towards the portal to the Temple of Time, and then swept straight past it, the other sages tumbling through. They carried onwards, until they came upon an orange-glowing portal, the pull of which they couldn't escape from, and tumbled through that. "NO!" Ganondorf kicked and lashed out, managing to dislodge the meddling sages, who went floating upwards, being pulled at by yet another of the portals, this one being shadowy purple, like the Sheikah's magic.
He couldn't escape the riptide of this nameless orange portal, and was sucked down. The last he saw of in-between the worlds were the two tiny dots of light – one yellow, and one white – being pulled in by the purple portal above. ::Curses. I'll get that fairy, and make sure she stays dead next time!::
Sheik roused us even before dawn had hit the sky, and walking out of the tent, I saw that he had already packed his up. "Here," he threw a canvas bag to me. "Pack your tent into that, and leave it here – I've got some men coming to pick this stuff up in a few hours."
"Very organised of you," I observed quietly, watching him as he stared into the far distance, in the direction of the desert waste. "Hey, Catherine, help me pack this up will you?" She just grinned, and set about pulling the pegs out of the ground in an expert fashion. "Have you done this before by any chance?"
"Yeah – my uncle and aunt always take me camping on holiday."
"What about your mum and dad? I bet they enjoy the quiet time," I said, with a sad grin on thinking about families. She didn't answer, and I looked up. I was shocked to see that she had stopped dead, clutching a tent peg and looking close to tears. [Oh demons.....] "I'm sorry – are they?" She just nodded, and then returned to her work with renewed passion. "How long have they-?"
"A couple of years," she said quietly, and then looked up with a wan smile. "Don't worry about it, you didn't know."
"I know how it feels though.....I lost all my family when I was younger," I told her, taking the tent pegs from her hands and stuffing them into the bag.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, now seeming to see me in a new light. "How did you manage to cope with it?"
"Uh – I'm not sure I was really 'coping' with it," I said with a dry laugh. "Come on, let's stop talking about this shall we?"
"Yeah..... Shall we take the tent canvas off now?"
"Good idea." We carried on working in a subdued manner, having come to a silent understanding about one another for the moment. After removing the canvas, we took apart the skeleton poles of the tent, and placed them in the bag with the rest of it. This left only the beds inside, and our stuff – the beds were easy enough to put away, as all we had to do was fold them in half. Then, we piled all the stuff up next to Sheik's, and sat down on the floor for a rest, dusting off our hands and smiling now that the job was over.
"How long has he been like that?" Catherine asked suddenly, pointing at Sheik, who was now sitting astride the stile into the field, and every so often turning his head, so that he spent some time looking towards the desert, before then looking at the Castle Town, and so on. At every moment, the light caught the blue-black bruising on his forehead in a new light, and I was strangely fascinated by the injury. I managed to snap myself out of it quickly enough, and then shrugged at Catherine's question.
"No idea."
"Well, any ideas why he's sitting there then?"
"Oh, that's easy enough – he's looking out for where Ganondorf will be re- entering the world. As I said, if he lands in the desert, it'll buy us some much needed time." She nodded, and bought her knees up to clasp them close to her chest, following Sheik's line of sight each time it changed. I didn't bother – the re-entry would make itself more than apparent when it did come..... [How do I know that?] I asked myself, startled at the revelation. Wow.....the portal information was much better than I had thought it was, I discovered, as I began to go over it all in my mind in the quiet of the before dawn time.
"The sun's coming up!" Catherine cried, pointing east towards Kakariko, a few minutes after we had finished our pack up. I looked up, and saw that she was right – a blood red sun was rising above the small mountain town, throwing fire over the clouds scudding northwards. In the west, the sky was mirroring the brightness of the dawn, throwing a great fire into the sky. "Look!" Catherine pointed northwards, and I jumped up to my feet at what I saw. Yet another great fire of red and orange burned in the sky over the Castle-town, leaving only the south a dull grey blue.
I hurried over to Sheik, who was also looking from the north to west, perplexed. Anger forgotten for the moment, I leant on the fence next to him, and muttered low so that Catherine wouldn't hear. "You don't think he could have bought back anything else from the Sacred Realm with him, do you?"
"I don't know....." he murmured, the redness of the sky dancing over his furrowed brow. "I don't know....." he repeated, now hopping down off of the stile, and standing next to me. "But if he has....." he looked at me darkly. "If he has, and they're in the Town....." Comprehension dawned in my mind, and I looked over my shoulder at Catherine. "We'll have to leave her somewhere that'll be safe."
"Can you think of anywhere?"
"I – I could ask Artemis," he said to himself, and then looked up. "Right, we have to move quickly – dump the kid and then check the Town – hopefully the guards can hold it until we get there."
"Aye, hopefully. Hopefully there won't be anything to hold against....." I mused, and he nodded. It was nice that we could finally co-operate. Of course, it wouldn't last; but it would be nice whilst it did. Both of us feared for the Town, so we would just have to work together. [And I bet he hates it] I thought with smug relish.
"Catherine!" she jumped at the sound of her own name. "Come on, we have to get moving girl," Sheik walked over and ushered her along – I followed at the rear, my sword already out.
"Who's this Artemis?" I asked, as we left the field, and began to traverse the small rutted roads that ran between all the farming lands.
"A friend of mine," Sheik answered guardedly, turning off of the road, and making his way down to a small stream, besides which stood a run-down cottage. I didn't even ask when he walked up to it and pushed the door open. I didn't need to – I had far too much experience to know this place would be more than it seemed.
A mouldy rug lay on the floor, which Sheik removed to reveal a set of steps leading downwards into darkness. He went down first, with Catherine following, and I, once again, at the back – I paused to pull the rug back into place, before hurrying after the other two. The stairs had led us down into a set of dank, dark passageways. For one horrible moment, I was reminded of the Gerudo fortress.....
Ganondorf then proceeded to drag me through a myriad of passages, my head reeling as the pain intensified ten-fold. The only thing I could liken it to was having my wings torn away – but that at least was in the past. This pain was here and now, and wasn't going away.
Finally, we stopped outside a heavy metal door, and he let go of me. [You idiot] I chuckled to myself, and turned to sprint away down the corridor. He didn't seem to notice, and I turned two corners before stopping to catch my breath. Footsteps approached, and I shrank back into the shadows. They were coming closer, and I turned to run the other way – only to face the woman Naomi, accompanied by another, who looked just as cruel.
I shuddered, and pulled myself out of the memories, to find that we had stopped in a large chamber with high, vaulted ceilings, and narrow stone shelves piled one on top of the other at either side of us. On each of the shelves was a white sheet, covering something about the same size and shape as a human..... [These are catacombs!] I realised, and shrank away from the white shrouded things, looking around for any evidence of life. The only sounds were of our breathing, and the crackling of fire in the torch sconces which lit the entire room.
"Artemis," Sheik called out, his voice echoing in the vast chamber, and stirring dust motes in the air. "Artemis, it's Sheik – I need your help old friend."
"Help? Why do you need help?" a soft voice seemed to float down from nowhere and everywhere. "I know you're hurt, but that isn't it.....and he isn't close enough yet for that help."
"I need you to protect this girl for me," he turned around and looked at Catherine, who was looking terrified. I put an arm on her shoulder and squeezed it gently for reassurance.
"Indeed? And who am I protecting her from?" a small, lithe figure detached itself from a huge, spectacularly carved statue of a Sheikah man, and landed in the shadows in front of Sheik. "No one too dangerous I hope?"
"I don't know whether you can call the black cloaks dangerous....." Sheik laughed. "Look, come over here and let me introduce you!"
"If I must," the person sighed good heartedly, and ambled forwards. The light spread across them, and I found myself looking down at a child, who couldn't be older than around ten. He fumbled slightly on his way, and when he looked up, I noticed firstly that he was a Sheikah, by the red eyes, and secondly, that he was half blind. One of the red orbs was fronted by a milky cataract, and almost as if my stare had been sensed, his iron grey hair fell over it in the Sheikan style.
"It's good to see you," Sheik reached down and embraced the child like a brother. [He still has a heart after all!] "Come; this is Catherine – the carrier." Catherine smiled and extended a hand, which Artemis took, and shook. "Catherine – Artemis."
"Nice to meet you."
"And you," the child nodded, smiling. "And you must be Al-"
"Blaise," I cut in, glancing at Catherine who was luckily too busy studying the ceiling to notice. The child blinked, and then smiled again,
"I see – well, it is nice to meet you, Blaise." He also shook my hand, and then looked up at Sheik with a coy smile and raised eyebrow. I had to stifle a laugh when Sheik glared at the boy. "Ahem – so, you want me to look after her for how long?"
"Only a few hours; if you would, I'd be grateful."
"Of course I will – I was just wondering how long to wait before I sent out Delia and Firen to look for you." Sheik laughed, and patted the boy on the back. "All right; Catherine, do you want to come with me? I can show you around my – uh – humble home whilst they're gone." Catherine accepted the hand he had stretched out, and they wandered off out of sight through an archway in the heavy stone wall.
"Come on," Sheik grunted. "Let's go and check the Town."
"Hang on just one second here!" I demanded. "Explain."
"Explain what – there must be so much you don't know," he called airily as he began to wend his way back through the passages.
"Explain that! The boy – he must be older than ten by a long shot, so why did he stop aging then? How do you know him? Why do you know him? I've missed fifty years Sheik, please....." I trailed off pleadingly, and he looked around at me.
"He's like that due to a curse, I know him because he was my brother's lover. He's a good sorcerer, and friend. Enough detail for you to mull over there?" he turned away sharply and squared his shoulders, carrying on the march back to the stairs. I felt my heart skip a beat; there was so much I didn't know about him. So much that I'd like to know..... But I never would! Curses on it all.....
"Sheik – I – I'm-"
"Sorry, right?" I gulped, and nodded. "Well, good – you should practice that. You've got more than enough to be sorry about!" He made a sharp turn in the passageway, and there were the stairs – these he took three steps at a time, and threw the rug off violently. I followed as quickly as I dared on the slippery stone, and took the rug out of his hands before he could protest, and laid it back on the floor.
"Our horses are back in the field – we'll use them to get back to Town," he decided, his voice sunk back into stony indifference. With that, he stomped out of the hut, and I stayed back, pretending to be straightening the rug, just so that I wouldn't have to spend so much time with him. But, there was only so long I could stay there, so finally I stood back up, and began walking back to the field where we had left all our things.
We rode hard, making a bee-line for the recently opened town drawbridge. Neither of us bothered to slow as we thundered over the wood and out onto the cobbles of the main street. People darted out of way with screams and curses, but still we rode on. It had been perhaps an hour's worth of riding already, and luckily, nothing seemed amiss in the town. We bought the horses to a sudden halt (that nearly threw me out of the saddle) before the Temple of Time's steps.
"Be careful, I don't want you getting us killed," Sheik muttered as he pushed open the great doors, to show the remainders of the royal procession of the night before, which opened the festival. Apart from that, the holy building was quiet, and dim as the sun wasn't yet high enough to spill through the windows. Sheik took one side, shadowing between the great stone pillars, whereas I just boldly strolled down the central aisle.
Consequently, I noticed what was wrong about the whole scene first. "Sheik," I called tremulously, withdrawing my sword and holding it ready.
"Aye?" he called back disinterestedly, not looking up from where he was studying an open book of history which lay open on a small oak table near one of the great stone pillars. He then checked the alcoves for any hidden presences, before finally conceding to look up.
"The Door of Time," I pointed to the great stone slab, and he looked up at it. It was open. By a small amount, yes, but open all the same. And that wasn't possible. It just couldn't be. [But, if it's him, he wouldn't have much trouble with it, would he now?]
"No....." Sheik breathed, and hurried out to join me in the central aisle, slipping his swords from their sheaths, and crossing them loosely about half a foot in front of his chest, ready to fight. "Go." He nodded forwards, and our feud temporarily forgotten, we stalked up the aisle towards the opened door. He stared around sharply, waiting poised to fend off an attack, and every shadow suddenly looked as though it could hide some lurking thing waiting to pounce.
All the strips of ice-white tissue banners and confetti assaulted us coldly in the oppressive dimness, marking out the edges of the central path. I kept flicking my eyes along the pews, worrying that some creature could be waiting for us there. [Oh demons] I thought shakily, nerves rising to a ridiculous level than I would never have believed possible. Why hadn't my training made me better at coping with these things? Hadn't I trained hard enough?
When Sheik nudged me in the side with an elbow, I jumped slightly, feeling my heart leap into my throat. I looked at him in a questioning way, and he nodded over to the ajar door; I saw a shadow flicker across, quickly followed by two more, and another one after that. Without any need for words, we both crouched down, and began to hurry towards to door, one of us at either side of it. I flattened myself against the very door itself, the stone cold at my back, and waited for Sheik to arrive on the other side of the gap.
When he was at last there, he too leant against the wall, and felt at his waist for his Deku-nuts.....which of course were no longer there. 'Damn', he mouthed silently, and then looked up with an annoyed scowl. He then nodded his head towards to gap, pointing at me. I shook my head vigorously, and pointed back at him. [No way in all the fiery demons am I going in there first,] I thought darkly. He just shrugged, and pressed himself further back against the wall, tensing all off his perfect, beautiful [stop it] muscles, ready to spring.
Then, he suddenly did, and cannoned through the thin gap, having to turn sideways to fit through properly. I tensed, and waited for the sounds of metal clashing against metal, but it never came; instead, a surprised yell sounded out, and, still fearing the worst, I rushed through myself, sword at the ready. It promptly fell out of my hands to clatter upon the white stone floor when I saw what he had seen.
MWA HA HA HA! And I shall leave it there for now.....
Man – tis difficult to write this! Their relationship is so awkward, and the moods are just going haywire – ah well, at least I can base the crazy mood swings on the stuff I know. Yay.....I think.....
Sheik: You do?
Soda: Ha – ha. Very funny [sarcasm drips from her words and leaves splatters on the carpet].
Soda xxx
RR