One of Ganondorf's massive boots came crashing down on Piccolo's chest.
Blood spurted from Piccolo's mouth as if he were a violent fountain. A
smirk on Ganondorf's face quickly turned to a snarling frown.
"You are a guest, but a very rude one. I should kill you right now. You
almost lost me everything I had worked for the past years. Don't think I
care enough about you to give up my control!" he hissed, slamming the toe
of his boot into Piccolo's side.
Piccolo grit his teeth as tightly as he could to prevent himself from crying out in pain. This was too much for him, getting sick for the first time and being utterly defeated in the same day. He worked up enough strength and anger to yell, "I didn't call for you! Even if I could have I would never have! You are a coward! You fight me while I am too sick to even stand! If you could only fight me when I am healthy! Then you would wish you had cared!" He relaxed again.
Ganondorf kicked the Namek onto his back and glared at him venomously. Piccolo glowered in return, but he knew Ganondorf could sense the pain in his eyes. He quickly shut them and waited for Ganondorf to reply.
"I made the mistake of letting you live. I should have known you would only complicate things. You shall die," Ganondorf said, turning to leave.
"You can't kill me while I am sick! It's unfair! Even I would never have done anything like that!" Piccolo cried.
Ganondorf turned quickly and looked him over. He yawned disrespectfully and sighed, "I'll wait until you're well. It might be more entertaining to wait until your strength has returned."
Piccolo didn't say a word of thanks, instead, he did the only thing he could to show how little he thought of the dangerous man and spat at his feet. Ganondorf laughed viciously and leaned against a wall, taunting Piccolo with his exaggerated aura of comfort.
"I hate you," Piccolo hissed.
"I hate you too," Ganondorf said affectionately, beaming.
Avoiding the mess on the floor, Piccolo pulled himself back onto the mattress and closed his eyes. His mind cleared itself as if he were about to meditate, and he told himself that Ganondorf wasn't there.
"You think I'm joking don't you?" Ganondorf asked.
Piccolo coughed in reply and turned onto his stomach, pressing his sweaty, sallow face into the pillow. Droplets of blood stained the silk. His body went rigid as Ganondorf's long, thick nose pressed into the back of his neck.
"I don't joke, Piccolo," Ganondorf spat, his long, black nails digging into Piccolo's cold flesh.
Piccolo took a deep breath and asked Ganondorf, "Do you this illness is going to kill me?"
Ganondorf sat up and let Piccolo face him. The Gerudo swallowed and replied honestly, "I don't know, Beautiful."
Piccolo sighed and buried his face back into the pillow, disregarding the blood stains. Ganondorf ran his nails over the Namek's bare arms and said, "If I have anything to do with it, you won't."
Piccolo wondered what had caused Ganondorf to change from his true self to his kind self so quickly. He relished the gentle strokes and fought back the feeling foreshadowing vomit. His antennae drooped, screaming silently of his pain and unhappiness. Ganondorf began rubbing Piccolo's skin between his antennae as if he were a master scratching his dog.
"You need a few days out of the castle. Maybe you will recover faster," Ganondorf said, placing a kiss on Piccolo's neck.
Piccolo, startled, pulled away and stared up at the Gerudo. He didn't know whether it was the kiss that troubled him or what Ganondorf had just said.
"You are letting me go?" Piccolo asked.
"Of course not. I am letting you have a vacation with my most trusted servant to recuperate. Besides, I have minions stationed everywhere. Even if you got away from Methkaphae you couldn't avoid the others. There is no way you can escape, and I know you will come back. You don't even know where your friends are, and where would you go but into hiding?" Ganondorf explained.
"Yes," Piccolo nodded.
Ganondorf situated himself beside Piccolo and the Namek nestled his head against Ganondorf's strong arm. The larger man smiled and pulled Piccolo closer. To his surprise, the weak, trembling Piccolo made himself as comfortable as he could.
"Are you still hot?" Ganondorf asked.
The Namek nodded groggily in reply and croaked, "It was worse before."
Ganondorf smirked and began slipping off Piccolo's gi. When he saw Piccolo was too weak to protest, he let the clothes fall back to Piccolo's freezing body and sighed. Piccolo had been right, even Ganondorf couldn't take advantage of him while he was sick. A weak Namek was a sad sight, even for the King of Evil himself.
Piccolo grit his teeth as tightly as he could to prevent himself from crying out in pain. This was too much for him, getting sick for the first time and being utterly defeated in the same day. He worked up enough strength and anger to yell, "I didn't call for you! Even if I could have I would never have! You are a coward! You fight me while I am too sick to even stand! If you could only fight me when I am healthy! Then you would wish you had cared!" He relaxed again.
Ganondorf kicked the Namek onto his back and glared at him venomously. Piccolo glowered in return, but he knew Ganondorf could sense the pain in his eyes. He quickly shut them and waited for Ganondorf to reply.
"I made the mistake of letting you live. I should have known you would only complicate things. You shall die," Ganondorf said, turning to leave.
"You can't kill me while I am sick! It's unfair! Even I would never have done anything like that!" Piccolo cried.
Ganondorf turned quickly and looked him over. He yawned disrespectfully and sighed, "I'll wait until you're well. It might be more entertaining to wait until your strength has returned."
Piccolo didn't say a word of thanks, instead, he did the only thing he could to show how little he thought of the dangerous man and spat at his feet. Ganondorf laughed viciously and leaned against a wall, taunting Piccolo with his exaggerated aura of comfort.
"I hate you," Piccolo hissed.
"I hate you too," Ganondorf said affectionately, beaming.
Avoiding the mess on the floor, Piccolo pulled himself back onto the mattress and closed his eyes. His mind cleared itself as if he were about to meditate, and he told himself that Ganondorf wasn't there.
"You think I'm joking don't you?" Ganondorf asked.
Piccolo coughed in reply and turned onto his stomach, pressing his sweaty, sallow face into the pillow. Droplets of blood stained the silk. His body went rigid as Ganondorf's long, thick nose pressed into the back of his neck.
"I don't joke, Piccolo," Ganondorf spat, his long, black nails digging into Piccolo's cold flesh.
Piccolo took a deep breath and asked Ganondorf, "Do you this illness is going to kill me?"
Ganondorf sat up and let Piccolo face him. The Gerudo swallowed and replied honestly, "I don't know, Beautiful."
Piccolo sighed and buried his face back into the pillow, disregarding the blood stains. Ganondorf ran his nails over the Namek's bare arms and said, "If I have anything to do with it, you won't."
Piccolo wondered what had caused Ganondorf to change from his true self to his kind self so quickly. He relished the gentle strokes and fought back the feeling foreshadowing vomit. His antennae drooped, screaming silently of his pain and unhappiness. Ganondorf began rubbing Piccolo's skin between his antennae as if he were a master scratching his dog.
"You need a few days out of the castle. Maybe you will recover faster," Ganondorf said, placing a kiss on Piccolo's neck.
Piccolo, startled, pulled away and stared up at the Gerudo. He didn't know whether it was the kiss that troubled him or what Ganondorf had just said.
"You are letting me go?" Piccolo asked.
"Of course not. I am letting you have a vacation with my most trusted servant to recuperate. Besides, I have minions stationed everywhere. Even if you got away from Methkaphae you couldn't avoid the others. There is no way you can escape, and I know you will come back. You don't even know where your friends are, and where would you go but into hiding?" Ganondorf explained.
"Yes," Piccolo nodded.
Ganondorf situated himself beside Piccolo and the Namek nestled his head against Ganondorf's strong arm. The larger man smiled and pulled Piccolo closer. To his surprise, the weak, trembling Piccolo made himself as comfortable as he could.
"Are you still hot?" Ganondorf asked.
The Namek nodded groggily in reply and croaked, "It was worse before."
Ganondorf smirked and began slipping off Piccolo's gi. When he saw Piccolo was too weak to protest, he let the clothes fall back to Piccolo's freezing body and sighed. Piccolo had been right, even Ganondorf couldn't take advantage of him while he was sick. A weak Namek was a sad sight, even for the King of Evil himself.