Of course. And we're going to see some fluff. Maybe. I don't know. And I don't know how long this is going to be.
You see... This was an RP. Roleplay? Uh huh. I used to be so into that. XD /Used to/ not being so valid, but hey.
I played Link.. Because it was really the only nicely written topic and like... She was Zelda. It was her idea... This whole thing. So I don't own the Characters /or/ the storyline. I own half of it, kind of! XD
But I don't own the idea. The whole.. Three years thing. So no.. Pyromaniacsrule.. I do not know your real name.. But yesh. o.o;; There's your recognition. o.x
So.. I kind of have half of this done.. Like.. The Link's part half. But I'm going to have to make the Zelda's part up from memory.. (So really, that's mine, too.. I'm not being bad.. I'm just taking her idea and running with it..) But I don't know where I'm going to like.. Break the chapters up and stuff. I'll try to make it nice. XP
Enjoy!!
Oh.. P.S. Little note: After OOT, Link never turned back into a kid and left Hyrule for Termina.. He just disappeared.. Without turning into a kid. o.x So yeah. It's been three years since he left and we're coming back to Hyrule for this little story.
/Now/ enjoy!!
Chapter 1: The Prettiest Wallflower
It was one of those nights she would have just rather not been conscious for.
The kind where all sorts of "noble" men and women came flocking to her father's castle to either court or be courted. Or maybe just gossip. Whichever reason, none of them appealed to her.
Her. Princess Zelda herself. Donned in what her father judged to be the most spectacular gown of the ballroom. Glorious in all it's pink and green hues, working with the champagne tones of those just-for-tonight, oh-so-perfect blonde ringlets; bringing out the very sky-like qualities of her eyes.
The big ones that had cried too much those three years ago... And that swore never to cry again. Not for him, anyway.
It was kind of easy, though -not to cry for him. He was all but forgotten in her mind... With the help of herbal remedies her father had fetched from the Gerudos. Why? Surely it's /wrong/ to forget a man that saved your life? So why did her father make sure she forgot? /Almost/ forgot, anyway.
Because he left. Hyrule, that is. He left it. And her. Zelda, that is. He left Hyrule and Zelda. To cope without him. /Without/ him. Him being Link. Of course. The very Link that, as a child, was called upon to right a wrong; to conquer an evil. To kill Ganondorf. She'd asked him to purify their little kingdom of the betrayal and deceit and such... And he did it. And after, he left. Without word, without trace, without goodbye. It had pained her beyond anything.. Not to know where he had gone... Blaming herself, finding fault in the way she'd handled everything.
But Zelda didn't think of this very much now. Remember, it had been three years... And the tea she drank with her father every afternoon helped her forget.
"Zelda, dear... How did you like that man? Sir Umbridge..? Did he tell you the story about the time he and his father were-"
"Yes, father. With much description."
"You don't sound terribly impressed." He frowned lightly. Why had she refused every suitor brought to the castle? She was twenty years old.. Much past the age of marriage.. And he could not deny that he himself was getting on in years and would need a son in law to help Zelda succeed him properly.
"Father.. They're all the same." She sighed, putting a hand on his shoulder as he began to cough violently. "Oh! Would you like me to call your nurse?" Frown of worry.
She /knew/ it was her duty to be wed and take the throne as queen.. And she did /want/ to make her father happy... But she felt that, in taking the hand of any of these men, she'd guarantee her own unhappiness.
"No, no, Zelda. Don't worry about me. I'm just getting old, that's all." He smiled amiably and she mocked it. Neither meant it. They were thinking the same thing: He's not long for this earth. (1)
"Please, Zelda. Dance with some of the courtiers.. And try to like them. They really do mean well.." Her father looked down at her beseechingly and she had no heart to tell him that they weren't -for reasons she could not place- /good/ enough. Either they were gorgeous without personality, annoying and rude, old, rich without end but bigots without limits; or a mixture of all. Cocky, aristocratic /boors/. She just laughed softly, sighing.
"Yes, papa.. I will try." She patted him lightly on the arm before flitting away.
Her dance card had been filled, and by the end of the night, her feet were killing her in the steeply heeled shoes.
After bowing to a rather large man and thanking him for his partnership in the dance, a violin struck it's cord and the whole room knew this would be the last song. Zelda was thinking of pleading a headache and retiring to her room because, oddly, there was no name in the last slot of her dancing card. 'Thank the goddesses..' She thought to herself, looking down at it as she walked away from the center of the room.
It was then, with her eyes cast downwards, that she ran into a man. A man that said nothing much as she toppled them both to the ground, falling on top of him; he only helped her up and muttered a soft 'Excuse me' before wandering away.
The princess blinked, somewhat confused, and turned to watch him go. But she could not see him anymore. "How odd.." She said aloud, intrigued by the lack of... Emotion the man had shown. If it had been any other, she would have expected a loud protest or a grand show of apology.. But there was nothing. It was handled so quickly that it was almost as if no one else had even noticed.
/Almost/.
"Princess! Are you alright?! That was a nasty fall, dolt of a man. Did he hurt you?" It was one of the maids carrying drink trays, with wide eyes and stunted height.
"No, no.. I'm fine, thank you.. But I want to go to my room now." She said, placing a hand on her forehead, sighing.
"Oh yes! Of course!" The maid hurried out of the crowd to set her platter down and escorted Zelda up the stairs... As if she needed help finding her room.
"Do you need anything, princess?" She asked eagerly, her eyes still huge.
"No, nothing. I will call if I need assistance." She said, slipping into her bedroom, wanting the woman to leave her alone. "Yes, Princess." She curtsied deeply and scuffled away.
As she closed her door, Zelda heaved another sigh.. This one of relief, and went to her vanity. The first thing she did was remove the brutish shoes from her feet and sigh once more.
Sitting in a cushioned chair, she raised her hands to pluck the pins and jewels from her hair, letting it fall around her shoulders and spill down her back in tendrils of silky gold. She then stood up and fumbled with the latch of her dress, letting the heavy, cumbersome yet oh-so-elegant contraption fall to the floor, encircling her. Stepping from it in just her sheer undergarments, she started towards her armoire to find a sleeping gown but stopped halfway; seeing one laid out on her bed.
My, the maids were thoughtful.
She slipped the frilly yet practical pink thing over her head. It was sheer, but not so much as what she'd been wearing underneath, and reached just above her knees. Moving towards the balcony, she opened the doors and looked out for a moment. The moon was huge and bright, shedding light to her bedroom that was only accompanied by a candle or two.
"Oh Zelda, how you've grown." She said to her reflection as she sat down again. As she studied her mock-self she smiled, memories tumbling from places in her head to play just behind her eyelids.
Memories she'd almost forgotten. A boy.. Who's face was blurred out considerably and that haunted her every once in awhile in his.. Unknown identity. It confused her, that she couldn't remember who exactly he was, or why he plagued her so often. She'd asked her father, but he told her the boy must have been an imaginary friend she'd made when she was smaller for lack of real playmates. She'd believed him.
Ah.. The life of a princess.. Making up friends. Wasn't it just perfect?
She sniffed, somewhat frustrated and cocked her head at the reflection as she picked up a small comb and started running it through her hair.
/Finally/ it was ending. The Princess had disappeared. The people were leaving the castle. After another night of dancing at a ball he wasn't invited to. Why wasn't he invited? Because they were rich snobs.
No.. That wasn't it. It was because he'd disappeared. Yeah.. How could they invite a person that hoped they thought he was dead?
But did he want them to think he was dead? Yes, he wanted /her/ to think he was dead. Why? Because she killed him. Well, not him.. But a part of him. That boy that grew up with kokiri folk.. That boy that hadn't touched a knife or possessed any need to hold a shield. That was her fault, wasn't it? For three years he had told himself it was. But he had watched her all night... He had been in there. It was easy to pass as a noble, as long as you didn't talk to anyone.. It was easy to get in, the guards around here couldn't catch a child trying to sneak past above their very heads... And as for the sword hanging at his belt? Wasn't that suspicious? Well, everyone carried swords. In these days of peace they were more worn as decoration than anything else.. If the sword wasn't worn, at least the jeweled sheath was placed in a man's belt on special occasions. But these men weren't to use it against their princess.
Was he going to use it against the princess?
He had told himself he was going to, but he wasn't so sure. Every blonde woman he'd spotted made him tense, but he knew it wasn't her. No, when he saw her, a chill consumed him. It was hatred, wasn't it? That's what he told himself... And when he saw her.. And that coldness took him.. He almost leapt across the room to her.. His hand unconsciously gripped the hilt of his sword. He would run to slash her down, right? /That's what he told himself/... But he held back, and didn't even move to talk to her. She probably wouldn't recognize him, he'd thought. She forgot all about him. It didn't matter to her, it had been three years.
So why didn't he talk to her? Because he was afraid his hands would move to wring her neck? Yeah.... That was it.
So he was a wallflower through it all -the most beautiful wallflower, I'll have you know- the twin pits of cerulean never leaving Zelda.. He'd sneak into her room somehow.. Yes, that was it.
So, with what he hoped was stealth, he had made his way across the dance floor towards the grand, winding stair case that led to the more intimate rooms.
That was when he ran into her. Or, when she ran into him. He blamed himself, because he should have been aware of her presence, and he wasn't. He was more worried about getting up to her room. And so she'd run into him, and knocked him to the ground. He'd been able to not make a scene and slip away and upstairs before Zelda even knew what happened. It was easy.
So he went upstair before her.. And he made his way to her bedroom.. And he hid in her bureau..
It had been easy to place himself behind the silk dresses and satin cloaks.. It was good foresight of him to lay out one of the silk nightgowns on her bed so that she wouldn't need to open the armoire and find him... It had been /easy/ to stay quiet as she entered and let down her hair, and control his temper -was it anger running through his veins, or something else?- as he watched her undress. And then he watched her sit in front of her reflection, just /looking/ at herself like some vain little witch.
Would she just hurry up and go to bed so he could slit her throat and be done with it? He'd like to get out of there before morning and leave.. Going.. Somewhere.. He wasn't sure. Away, that's all.
It wasn't his sword but a small dagger he held in his hand now, a knife that had been concealed in his boot. His knuckles were white as he watched her, breathing silent but shallow. 'Stay calm. Calm. Calm.' He told himself. It was that easy.. If he didn't freak out and move too soon, it would be over before he knew it.. As long as he stayed /calm/.. It would work.. Everything would work for the better.
Was the bolt to her door in place? If she screamed, guards would come running from all sides, and it would be over. He'd kill her and kill himself.. No way in hell a sword of theirs would touch his body while he was still kicking. Her balcony door being open only made him more anxious. The light that flooded the room engulfed her, enhanced her.. He'd heard somewhere women always looked beautiful while shrouded in moonlight. That must have been it. How could the girl that warped him be so enticing, if it were not for some trick of light, or the lack of density in the fabric she wore? He muttered to himself to stay focused.
All he had to do was kill her. Kill her and run.
And then it would be over. Quick and painless.
END
Okay.. That sucked, didn't it? Pretty crappy start for a story.. o.x I'm really rusty but really, really bored. I probably didn't spend enough time on it, but whatever. I liked the original better, but hey..
(1) I'm slipping that in.. I don't really know how old her dad is... But yeah. I mean, people didn't live too long back then, did they? And yeah, I know this wasn't in any certain time frame, but it seems like the life expectancy isn't too long. So yeah. o.x Read and review.. XD Thankies.
-remembers- I don't have a title for this... Meh.. I'll think of something before I post it. If it turns out dumb, feel free to give me better suggestions for it. XP