I don't own Zelda.
Chapter 11
"What? I really said THAT?"
"Yes, you did."
"I KNEW YOU HAD A THING FOR HER!"
"I was delusional!"
This conversation took place after a long, hard battle, which we will look at now.
FLASHBACK!!!
It was the middle of the night. The air was still, crickets were chirping, and two people were running at a whole squadron of guards.
"I think we should have some mood music." Said Michael as he pushed some buttons on his Ipod.
The "Romeo Must Die" theme comes on.
"No, not what I was intending. Stop, Play…"
Girl's Not Grey by AFI starts to play.
"WOAH, YEAH! THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!"
While Shihio goes off to fight Melkior's forces, Michael sang along with me.
"I lay me down tonight… (BLAM!)…much further down… (AIEEEEEEE!)
…swim in the calm tonight… (NO, PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! ARGH!)
…this art does drown… (BUDOW BUDOW BUDOW)
…WHAT FOLLOWS…me is the whitest lace of light… (KABANG)
…WILL SWALLOW WHOLE…just begs to be imbrued… (SCREECH)
…WHAT FOLLOWS…has led you to this place where I belong, with all erased…
…WHAT FOLLOOOOOOOWS… (DIE!)
…all insects sing tonight…"
"MICHAEL!"
* sound of record scratching *
"What?"
"I'm done with the fight scene."
"Aw, man…"
Let us sing the rest. PLEEEEEEEEASE?
"No."
You're no fun.
"She's right, you know."
"Whatever."
Now as you may know, Michael knocked out Melkior in the last chapter, so sadly he's not dead. He had a shiny pistol in his fancy silk breeches, and somehow made it to the fight without so much as messing up his hair. He was in one of the doorways and was pointing his gun at Shihio.
"Now you shall die, halfling filth!" He screamed.
Before he could pull the trigger, however, he was knocked out from behind yet again. He was on the floor, again, as soon as the others could turn around.
"Did I miss anything?"
Ganon was standing in the doorway like nothing had happened. He still looked a tad sick, but he at least wasn't crazy.
"Are you sure you should be standing up?"
"I'm fine. My head hurts, my body aches, and I feel like crap in general. But besides that, I'm quite fine."
And so, the trio engaged in the conversation you see at the beginning of the chapter.
"I must have acted like a jerk…if you felt offended, hit me with this."
He held out a stick.
"I don't think I should use that."
"Then how about this?"
From out of nowhere, he produced a lead pipe.
"That's better."
Much smacking ensued while Michael and I listened to some more AFI.
"I said it to her, and she thought of it as a fever dream…"
He was the only one awake, unable to sleep because of what he had said. He didn't even remember what he had told her. Nobody was around, so he talked to himself.
"It was warped, but true. I do love her…"
It was supposed to be a simple assignment. Seduce her and make her go to his side, then dispose of her as soon as the war was over. It had gone in the complete opposite way of what he expected.
"Why now? How could it only be her?"
He venerated her like a god. She was everything to him. Even though it wasn't even a month, he was madly in love with her. If his mother could see him like this…
"Right, like she'd ever accept her. By her standards, she wouldn't even be attractive."
But she was so very beautiful. Her hair like gold, her silvery voice, her eyes…
"I LOVE YOU, MY LADY!"
"Enjoying yourself?"
It was Michael. He had somehow snuck up to him while he was preoccupied with his thoughts.
"Like I said, I knew you had a thing for her. Right when we first met."
"I wasn't saying anything!"
"How could you not say anything when you were screaming in what sounded so much like words?"
"You tell her, and it's your head. Your HEAD!"
"I wasn't going to tell her. I was just looking for my slippers."
"…Sure. But if you DO tell her…"
"Don't worry. I can keep a secret."
And with that he walked out of the room.
"By the way, I also know that you talk into your hand."
"DAMMIT, LEFTY! I TOLD YOU TO BE QUIET!"
