Disclaimer: I do not own Link, Tael, Anju, Kafei.. Or any other Zelda charries I use in this story.. And I am not ashamed to admit that I am fully aware of that fact..
Clock Town has been virtually deserted. The moon hung too low, too high in the sky; it's usually hidden face grinning with menace. This was the reason everyone had left. Lamps were left lit, doors left unlocked. Pets and clothes and belongings were forgotten. The festival was pushed aside. The moon was falling, and Clock Town would be annihilated.
Only a few people of faith still wandered the streets, but now gave in to the panic and resorted to scavenging for anything that could help them get away in time. It was a quarter to midnight.. And the moon was set to drop soon.
But the Stock Pot Inn was not empty. In a room at the top of the staircase, marked for employees only, sat a red headed girl and a green-clad, blonde- haired boy. This boy is none other than Link, characterized by the neon colored orb of light bobbing around the both of their heads as the two talked. Every once in awhile, Link would swat Tael away, and she would retreat into his hat to sulk in her impatience. It was obvious this fairy wasn't fond of this particular girl.
"But Anju, you should leave. It isn't safe.." He said, dropping his hands palm up on his lap for effect. "No. I told you, Link. He's going to come for me. I have faith in him. I'm going to wait until Kafei gets here." She said it firmly and slowly, yet very calmly. Her mind was made up, and Link nor his fairy nor his warnings would make her see differently. "But why? What if he doesn't come?" He said in his youthful voice. (1)
"He will, Link. I trust him." She said, again very calmly, as if she'd had to repeat this many times. There was something about this Kafei that Link knew, but Anju didn't. Something he wasn't sure he should tell her.
In his naive little mind, Anju should know that her Kafei would not return to her as he left.. But something ( cough Tael cough ) told him it would hurt her more to know than to wait for him until her time of blissful death.. Which was growing ever closer.
"Tell me, Anju. Why will you wait?" He said almost pouting, not understanding fully the love she felt for her fiance. Anju put her hands together and lay them on her lap, smiling softly. "I suppose, Link. Since you ask such a general question of me.. I have no choice but to give you the whole answer."
It was made clear to Link in his little mind that Anju had probably inherited her story-telling skills from her grandmother, who'd had a habit of rambling on and having a.. Relaxing sort of effect on people.
But Link wanted to hear this story. And it seemed time stopped for him there.. That the clocks counting to his doom simply paused in their ascent towards oblivion, to hear Anju tell this story.
This little boy, the sulking fairy in his hat, and time itself was stopped to know what this red-headed girl had to say.
(1) It's Majora's Mask.. Link's a little kid. -nods-
Okay.. If ya'll don't like it.. I think I just won't continue it.. I think I have an idea on what way the story may go.... But I'm totally open to any suggestions or comments. Thanks much.