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A few days later, Yami calmly walked into a bar on the ground level, in a slightly richer section of the slums. He looked about him and saw that most of the patrons were in uniforms from the organization he had run into the other day when he fought Rinku. Smirking he walked up to the bar and got the bartender's attention, "A Hyrulian Blood Clotter," he told him as he put down a purple rupee, which was taken up in a flash.
He turned around and leaned against the bar looking at the crowd, many of whom were watching him from the corner of their eyes. "So tell me, who do these folk serve?" Yami asked the bartender as he brought a dark black liquid in a large shot glass to him, as well as two red rupees.
"Some demon hunting group, think they answer to the prime minister, all I can tell you," the bartender answered swiftly.
"Why are they down here then?" Yami asked as he took one of the red rupees and slid the other one closer to the bartender.
The bartender quickly pocketed the rupee and said, "After something that calls itself a Daemon I hear, looks just like an ancient Hylian," and then in a whisper he added, "Yami, they're after you and Rinku."
"Figured," Yami whispered back, "You don't mind if I mess up the bar a bit while I take this outside do you?"
"Not at all, you're my best customer, I was looking to renovate the place anyway, just don't bring the stuff above us down crashing on our heads,"
"Now if I did that, who would I get to make my Clotters?" Yami asked as he downed his drink with one gulp and put the glass back down on the counter, giving a satisfied sigh, "Perfect as always my friend. One of these days I'm going to have to ask you how you perfected a drink that takes a hundred years to master it's creation process."
"But not today," the bartender said as he took the glass and walked off, cleaning it.
"Alright my foolish little mortals," Yami spoke up grabbing the attention of the entire bar, "I be the Daemon you're looking for, now you've got two options, we can do this civilized and walk outside like gentlemen to fight, or I can kick your scrawny asses out of this bar while I rip you apart like the mongrels you are. Do you understand me mortals? Or am I going to have to use smaller words?"
An hour later one of the walls to the bar was missing as several bodies lay impaled against the building on the opposite side of the street, and Yami was back in the bar sitting on a stool sipping another Hyrulian Blood Clotter. The bartender smirking as he cleaned a glass, the rest of the bar completely empty, "Well I have an excuse to close up shop for a while now so I can get those renovations done," he commented as he put the glass up, "Overdid it a bit with the wall though don't you think?"
"Well I can't have him insulting my mother now can I? She's been dead for a couple of millennium after all," Yami replied, "She was a good woman, kind and full of love."
"Well that's a first, that was the first time I heard anything about your past my friend, care to share more?" the bartender asked with a smirk as he put down a dark red drink in a shot glass, "A new concoction, I was planning on testing it some more, but it should be stronger than that Clotter you have there."
"I was alive when the Hero of Time saved Hyrule," Yami stated as he took the drink and downed it, after putting it down he banged his chest and cleared his throat, his eyes watering a bit, "Damn…that's strong. I'll probably be your only customer that can drink that thing and not be reduced to a quivering mass on the floor."
"You're probably right, so you approve?"
"Hell yes," Yami replied as he handed him a silver rupee, and pointing at the bartender with one finger he said with a smirk, "I expect a bottle of that stuff ready for me when this place is done."
"No problem," the bartender replied as Yami started to walk out, "Keep yourself out of trouble will yah?"
"Now if I did that where would I find my fun?" Yami asked as he wave goodbye without turning around, leaving the bar.
Yami walked for several hours amongst the small piles of rubble, the poor people of the slums, and the dirt and grime. Occasionally looking up into the sky towards the rich terraces, highways, and airways of the upper city, and then finally said to himself, "I wonder what's making me think of the past so much."
"I will destroy you vile servant of evil!" a voice from the past rang in his ears.
"Weird, it's been so long and only now are these thoughts coming to me. I suppose I've kept these feelings locked up too long," Yami said to himself as he suddenly felt something stick into his back, "Another one of you demon hunters?"
"Remember me?" a female voice asked him from behind his back.
"Little miss power reader," Yami stated with a smirk, "That's a sword you're holding against me isn't it?"
"Yes it is, blessed with the power of Din, the Knowledge of Nayru, and the Courage of Farore, you won't survive this time," she said.
"Honestly, do you think I'm scared?" Yami asked with a dark chuckle, "Using that against me, you'll never get a chance to even scratch me."
"Want to bet?" she snapped as she tried to stab him, her target vanishing before her.
"As I said," Yami stated as he appeared behind her and grabbed her by the neck as what few people who were around hobbled off, "You can't kill me. I'm way out of your league."
"Then kill me," she said trying to glare at him.
"Now why would I do that? Why should I prove to you I am the monster you think I am?"
"Stop toying with me, I won't stand for it,"
"Oh but you will, because you have no choice in the matter," Yami stated as he scratched the side of her neck, "Type O."
Yami let go of her and pushed her away from him as she whirled about and glared at him, sword ready to strike. "Like a viper, just like your ancestors," Yami stated with a smirk, "Did you know you're descended from the Gerudo?"
"How do you know that?" she growled, glaring at him trying to find some weakness.
"Your blood, I can smell it even at this distance, I smell the blood of the Gerudo," Yami stated as shadows seemed to collect about him, "Give up this ludicrous crusade, you can't kill me, nor could you kill Rinku the Hero of Time."
"We will kill any and all…" she began to say as her eyes suddenly widened in shock and terror as she backed away, dropping her sword, "What did you say?"
"I was once known as Dark Link, the twin of the Hero of Time. And Rinku was once known as Link the Hero of Time. We both long since left our pathetic mortal bodies, so tell me, are you prepared to kill beings that have long since been a part of your culture, kill beings that you have long since idolized for their acts of bravery and heroism?"
"You're lying, there's no way you could be Dark Link," she said as she began to turn.
"But I am, I am the original, I am the one who started my line," Shadow stated, "I am the one who created the Blade of the Shadows that even now rests in the hallowed halls of the Temple of Souls."
"But…"
"'Between the edge of darkness and light are shadows which protect the light and contain the darkness,'" Shadow recited with a smirk, "That is the first line that many beings know. 'And so shall the Blade of Shadows strike down the darkness in the name of the light,' that is the second line that can only be read from the Blade of Shadows itself. And as the legend goes, 'Only the twin of the light knows the final line.'"
She turned and ran away from him, Yami chuckled evilly as he continued on his way, whistling some light hearted tune as he did so. "Impressive, giving away our secrets," Rinku's voice came from a nearby alleyway, "I don't know if you did it out of the heat of the moment. Or you did it to seriously screw with her head and possibly send a message to her superiors."
"Both of course," Yami replied without turning to look at him, "So tell me, did you pass on the final line to your descendants?"
"Of course, did you pass on the final line of the Blade of Twilight to one of yours?" Shadow asked, glancing at Rinku from the corner of his eye.
"Yes, it's funny really, we once stood for peace and justice, but now we believe only in ourselves," Rinku commented, "Where did we stray from that path?"
"The moment we decided to fuse with the masks, to defeat her," Yami stated, "That's why I've been thinking about the past. Regrets about that time."
"Yes, I've had them too," Rinku replied, "We chose this path though, we can't turn back."
"Who says?" Yami asked, "We've proven time and again the fate and destiny has no hold on us, we've proven ancient prophecies wrong. So what can a little self-determined fate do to us?"
"We chose it for ourselves, we have given it power," Rinku stated as he walked away into the darkness.
"Well I don't plan on living like this for the rest of my life," Yami said to himself looking up, "I plan on changing, changing everything."
And I'll end it here. Short chapter I know, but I had nothing else I wanted to write for this chapter. I think this quite aptly covers everything I wanted to happen. Well before I begin to ramble, onto the questions…
1. Oh, I am alluding to so many things in this fic. So do you think I'm alluding to a fic I've already written (if so, which one)? To a fic I'm going to write? Or am I just making this stuff up?
2. So which do you like better, just based on what you've seen so far, Rinku or Yami?
3. What crazy insane thing do you think is going through my head as I type this question? (Believe it or not, this is relative to the fic)
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