Shadow- You don't know how right you are.

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A/N– Hello readers! All this trauma has left our characters sort of wacked out and they are now having time to dwell on it so this chapter will be very sad and kind of graphic. I will say it again:

Caution: This chapter will be sad and graphic. It involves self-mutilation. It involves semi-graphic sexual scenes. Please do not read on unless you must.

Well, I want you to but yeah. Should I move the rating up? (seriously thinks she should) I want your opinion though, please, please respond. Nobody ever responds to my questions in the authors notes. (sigh)

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Kunti skidded to a halt in front of Layla's bed where Layla lay, sketching.

"You'll never believe what just happened!" she said, scandalized.

"Uhmm...is it good news or bad news?" Layla asked.

Kunti didn't answer.

"It's bad news. Ahhh great, just what I need. What is it?" Layla sighed, closing her sketchbook.

"Maybe I'd rather not..." said Kunti at the look on Layla's face.

"Kunti, you are my spy and it is your job to report any FUNNY BUSINESS going on with my hus–...lover." Layla seriously wished Link was her husband but the sad truth was that he was not and Cameron was. Damn. Damn damn damn.

"Well, okay you know how Anne Marie is with Cameron now?"

"Yes..."

"Well, uh...yeah. She...she made a move on Link."

"That bitch. THAT BITCH!" Layla said, standing up and shaking a fist. "No she did not. No. She fucking did not. Right?"

"That's not that bad news." Kunti said regretfully.

"What?" Layla sat down in defeat.

"The worst part is...that it worked." Kunti said quietly. Layla sat back down and glanced from Kunti to the floor in front of her. She put a hand over her mouth and started to shake.

"How do you know? You're lying. You don't know. Really, come on, Kunti. You're joking."

"I just know because of the sounds I heard. I mean...Link tried to defend himself but Anne Marie overpowered him and eventually I heard a 'M-hmmmm!' from her and I figured Link must have made a move on her so I left."

"What? He did what? No, no, Link...he's a virgin, hehe's losing his virginity to me. Even if I don't lose mine to him." Layla said.

"Well, that's not what I heard. Apparently he and Anne Marie have been together before..." Kunti said. Kunti saw a tear in Layla's eye. Something she had not seen in quite a while. Anger, yes, tears, no.

"Kunti, I think you should leave..." Layla said, hand still over her mouth.

"Are you sure? You don't want me to stay for support."

"No Kunti...I seriously think that you should just...leave."

"I understand." Kunti said, backing out.

Layla laid back on her bed and drew a shuddering breath. This was wrong. This wasn't real, this was a dream, and any time now she'd wake up. She exhaled and her breath was still shuddering.

"Shut up, Layla. Get ahold of yourself. You knew it would happen. Link wants a hot, skinny, scantily clad chick with a largely...porpotioned body. Not a woman with a child and pregnancy fat still on her bones. Duuuuh." she scolded herself. It was no use. Two tears escaped her tear tucts and slid down her cheeks, as she drew another shuddering breath and rolled over. More tears just soaked into her pillow and she laid there, breathing slowly and eunevenly. "I cant beleive it...why does this always happen to meeeee?"

Layla sat up. She knew EXACTLY how to make sure whether this was a dream or not.

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Link bent over and leaned on his sword, panting heavily. What was it about Anne Marie that she had been able to overpower him this time? Or maybe it wasn't she that had changed, maybe Link himself had changed and he was just weak and Anne Marie knew this so she targerted him. Somehow...Cameron was in with all of this.

He picked up his sword and got into position again. He had been using the Lost Woods as a practice feild. There were lots and lots of indestructible trees for him to practice on, and if they got fed up they were bestowed with magical powers that enabled them to know him around for a bit. Fine.

'A good punishment for Link, the stupid traitor.' he thought.

He ran at a particularly thick tree and just started hacking at it, over and over again, not feeling a thing. The tree whipped one of it's branches up and swung him into the air, and began to shake him around. Link screamed as he flew off the end of the branch and hit the floor of the forest, his cheek scratched up and his fingernails overcome with dirt.

He sat up and stared into the sky. If only he was stronger, he thought. If only...he had never met Anne Marie in the first place. Navi was telling him to go to the Lost Woods anyway. But he had to find people. He had to make sure that not all of Hyrule was dead. He HAD TO MAKE SURE THAT KAKARIKO VILLAGE AT LEAST HAD RESIDENTS! And there was that one resident...

(Flashback)

Crunch, crunch, crunch. Link, just waking up from being enclosed into the temple of time, listened to the sound of his boots against the grass in Kakariko Village. Good, it was as lively as ever. He let out a relieved breath. He walked by a house and was stopped by what he had seen in front of the house. He walked backward. Standing there, feeding a cuckoo, was the prettiest girl he had ever seen. Of course he hadn't seen many girls, except Malon, Zelda and Saria...and...Ruto. But this girl was so pretty. Link's underdeveloped, 10 year old mind did not take in the whorish outfit she was wearing, or the whorish smile she flashed him. All he knew was that she had a really pretty face, and her body was curvy. And she had just smiled at him.

"Hi! I'm Link!" said the ten-year-old-made-seventeen hero.

"I'm Anne Marie, it's a pleasure to meet you, Link!" she giggled. Link blushed. She was cute. "So what are you doing here?"

"I just got back from the Temple of Time." said the boy proudly, as Anne Marie's mouth formed an "o" shape and she spouted an: "Ooooooh!"

"Well, gee, what were you doing there?"

"I don't know, but I was there for seven years, so I must have been busy!"

"You sure were, geez! Do you have any idea what's happened in these past seven years?" Anne Marie inquired. The teen shook his head vigourously and gave a big, clueless smile.

"Well, why don't you come in and I'll fix you a nice cup of coffee and we'll talk about it, okay?"

"Sure!...Hey, what's coffee?"

"You're so cute."

(End Flashback)

"Urgh!" Link said, hacking into a tree once more. "Damnit damnit damnit damnit damnit! I was so STUPID! Rauru should have prepared me more! Damnit!" he hacked into a tree and who should come by but Saria, his first friend and first freed Sage.

"Hey, Link, why are you beating up on the trees like that?" She said, her green hair slightly flowing back as she floated down towards the teenager. "You seem really angry."

"It's because I am." grumbled the hero, sitting down on a tree stump as a Skull Kid fled.

"Why's that?" Saria, his always guide.

"Because it's a long story that's why."

"Well, I've got all the time in the world, I AM immortal." Saria said, giving the hero a soft smile. Link sighed and began his tale.

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Layla hissed as the knife cut into her skin once more. Yowch. It hurt. But just to make sure...

She couldn't control herself. She had gotten a knife and begun to cut little slices into her arm, to see if they hurt, because nothing hurts you in a dream. But for some reason, ater every cut, it just didn't hurt any more, so she cut again and again she she was bleeding badly but it really meant nothing. So, this was a dream. All of this was a dream. She'd wake up in Link's arms and there would be no such a guy as Cameron or whatever. She wouldn't have a baby and she wouldn't have to worry about Anne Marie with her husband, because this was all a nightmare. None of this ever happened. Every cut she made was fake.

Cut. No Cameron.

Cut. No wedding.

Cut. No Nathaniel.

Cut. No Celia.

Cut. No rape.

Cut. No exile.

Cut. No Zamayla.

Cut. No Kunti-spy.

Cut. No Anne-Marie.

Layla watched in wonder as the painless cuts grew more and more in number and the spill of blood down her arm turned almost black. She licked at one of them and marveled at the metallic taste that filled her mouth. She raised the knife again, aiming for someplace other than her arm, but a very bright, red light filled the room and a Gerudo-looking woman, with strawberry red hair and gold bangles everywhere appeared where it originated. She was dressed in a skintight outfit that had frills on the ends and she wore sandals. There were ribbons attached to every bangle she wore. She looked like a dancer. She gave Layla a scandalized look and Grabbed her arm, putting both hands on it, and immediately, the cuts were gone. She let go and smiled kindly at Layla, grabbing her hands. She began speaking in the extremely old dialect of Hylian that was never used anymore, but Layla strained to hear and nevertheless understood.

"When you wake up, you will never do this again. This is terrible what you are doing. Layla, do you know who I am?"

"Oh, Din!" Layla said, scared.

"Exactly. I am Din, I am the guardian goddess of the Gerudos and I am very angry with you. I understand of what's going on, and Farore and Nayru do as well. We are all very disappointed in you. We thought you were stronger than this. I, especially, did because I am the goddess of strength and I know who can take things like this and who can not. And don't think I am just saying this: because I'm a goddess and I don't know what I'm talking about. I know exactly what you're going through. I know this because, you, Layla, are my reincarnation. Every Gerudo is. Before time, I went through every single good and bad experience that every Gerudo went through. When I came to you it was the most painful experience, but in the end it was worth it and you will NEVER betray me like this again, do you understand, I never did this and you won't do it either. You will NEVER do this again."

"Yes ma'am." said Layla, humbled by the goddess's speech.

"Good. If I ever catch you like this again I will SMITE YOU, do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

And Layla awoke with a start. She looked around her room. She was still wearing Link's tunic, so she had gotten that far...she looked at her arm. Sure enough, she was not bleeding anymore, there were not even any scabs, just very pale scars that she had somehow carved out to form the words "Never again." She supposed this was a message from Din, and took it hard.

What was she thinking? Did she truly go and mutilate herself like that? Why would she do that? That was idiotic! She had to stop scolding herself. It would only make her more depressed. She needed a plan, and she needed to see Link to go through with it.

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"You're not serious."

"No, I am DEAD serious."

"Layla, You can't! This involves so much risk and so much...CHANGING OF MY IMAGE! THINK ABOUT IT!" Zara reasoned. "Once we're DONE with this and I look just like you, HAIR WISE, at least, people are gonna wonder. And I don't want to cut my hair, I've taken such a long time to get it just the right length! No, no, I'm NOT posing as you." She shook her head and looked determined.

Layla looked at Zara, frustrated. "Zara. I wanna go see Link and if you don't let me, I'll...I'll...I don't know what I'll do but it'll be something really really BAD!" she said, pointing a finger at Zara. Zara snorted.

"Oh, I'm very scared."

"Stop making fun of meeeeeee!" Layla threw her arms up in the air and Zara caught sight of the insciption on her arm.

"Layla, let me see your arm."

Layla eyes opened and widened. "No." she said.

"Yes. Let me see it."

"No."

Zara leapt forward and grabbed Layla arm, her eyes widening as she realized what she had done. "Layla! Why would you do this? Do you know how dangerous this is? You could have DIED! You are a fool, an IDIOT!"

"I know I know Im sorry! Okay, Din already told me to stop!"

"Din?"

"Yes, Din, she descended from the world beyond and yelled at me."

"Uhhhhh...I think you were a little delirious, Layla."

"No! That's not truuuuue!"

"If you're going to be stubborn about it, and do stupid things like THIS, I'll do it."

"Really? Oh, Zara, you're the BEST!" Layla cried, hugging her friend around the neck. She grabbed some scissors. "Time for the CUT!"

"No! Layla no I am NOT going to let you cut my hair no way in HELL."

"It is my hair and I will cut it how I want it because only I know how to make that little paice in the center flip up like it does."

"You mean that's intentional? How do you do it?"

"I don't know...but I cut it like this and this is why it does so."

"Alright...but just my bangs. ...Nayru knows what you could do elsewhere..."

A little later, Layla sat back and admired her work. She had cut Zara's bangs like her own and redid her makeup like her own. She handed Zara a mirror.

"You may admire my GENIUS!" she proclaimed triumphantly. Zara looked into the mirror and and gasped.

"Oh my goodness! Layla I look JUST like you! It's amazing!"

"Yes, thank you. Now please, go to Cameron's quarters and...grab the book offm y bed and act like your reading it. You can ACTUALLY read it if you want too, just don't speak out against Cameron, in fact, don't speak much at all. There's really nothing I can do about our voices. ...Give him as much attitude as you can without talking, Okay? So, yes."

"Yes. 'Bye Layla!" Zara skipped out and Layla escaped to the back room of the infirmary and slipped into a nurse's outfit. She snuck out and spotted Kunti, waiting at the designated spot. She stood next to the warrior and took a deep breath. She had a very bad case of butterflies.

"Let's go."

"Right." Kunti led Layla out of the forest and across Hyrule Field, to Kakariko Village and up the stairs to Link's house. "Oh oh you know what would be so cool?"

"...What?" Layla said.

"Okay, so I go in there my usual way and I talk and stuff and then I say 'By the way, Link, you have a visitor.' and He'll be like 'Who?' or something and THATS when you know. 'Kay?"

"...'Kay..." Layla said, a bit exasperated at Kunti's childishness,but willing to go along with it anyways. Kunti scrunched up and bounced back up and disappeared behind the house. Layla flipped her and pulled out the big yellow ribbon she had found in the uniform on the way here. She Had an idea and pulled her hair out of the tight string Zara had put it in and let her hair fall down her back in fiery red waves. Once it striaghtened out, which didnt take long, she took the ribbon and tied it in her hair at the bottom so it hung in a loose ponytail. She stretched and pressed her ear to the door. From inside she heard the muffled voices of 5 people. Wait...5?

"Nesira, did you see Nika?"

"Yeah, but I wish I hadn't." Replied as sassy to Kunti.

"Yeah, she got angry when she saw her half-sister tied up to a wall. ...Softy. OW!" A boy said, saying 'ow' after, due to the soft, blunt thump that was heard right before, he was backhanded in the chest. Apparently this Nesira didnt like being called a softy.

"So, Link, uhm, everything's going well, Cameron's been a bit tame lately, and..."

'This is it!' Thought Layla.

"You have a visitor." Kunti said, a hint of mischief in her voice."

"Who?"

Layla stood up straight, smoothed the skirt that she had on, after discarding the nurse's outfit, and knocked on the door.

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"Why don't you see for yourself?" Kunti smiled.

'What perfect timing...' Thought Nathaniel.

Grasshopper and Nesira looked on as Link pulled open the door to Layla, smiling as she stood there.

Link was speechless as he saw the beautiful love of his life standing there on his doorstep, a soft smile on her face.

"Layla?"

"Link!" Layla threw herself at him and wrapped her legs around his waist, jumping into his arms. She took her legs down and in a very awkward moment for the rest of them, Layla and Link stood alone in the center of the room for a long time, just hugging, very still, except with the spaced out touches of one to the other. Link kept fondling Layla's grown out hair, and Layla kept clutching handfuls of his shirt and inhaling deeply. He smelled different, not like the desert anymore. He smelled like civilization...but with a hint of the forest. He had been there lately.

"So how've you been?" Link asked kindly.

"Trapped smothered, missing you." Link ran his hands down her arms and obviously felt the scars because his eyes widened and he tried to twist Layla's arms to see, but Layla thought quickly and hugged him, but not quick enough because he grabbed her hand and twisted it so that he could see them. "You have no IDEA how much."

Link gawked at the scars that spelled out 'Never Again.' "Yeah...I think...I do." This was too much of a hint for Layla.

"What do you mean?"

'Well...just as much as I've missed you!" Link covered nervously.

"Oh. Well. Okay. Who are these people?" she changed the subject and spun around to stand diagonal to Nesira.

"Oh, sorry. This is Grasshopper," said Link, gesturing. Grasshopper waved and Layla waved back. "And this is Nesira." Link said. As Layla turned to look at the girl with green hair, she had a revelation and a bit of a flashback. This girl looked familiar. In fact...

(Flashback)

"Nesira is such a hassle. I mean, I know we share mother but shes a bit of a rebel, don't you agree?"

"You should meet her, You two would get along!" Nika had told Layla about her and when they had met...

"Nesira! Where'd you go?"

"Over here, slowpoke!" said the mischevious green-haired half-gerudo.

"Hey, come on! Standing on the rock isn't fair!"

"Why not? Cant climb high enough, SLOWPOKE?" Nesira jeered. Layla sighed.

"Bye-bye." Said the ten year old, walking away huffily.

"Hey, that's not fair!" Nesira jumped down and followed.

Then. As they grew into their teens and they had three yeas of free time, Nesira had met a boy...and...she was never around, or at least FREE anymore.

"Nesira, wanna do something today?"

"I'm sorry, I'm meeting up with..." What was his name...?

"Nesira..." Layla echoed. "Nesira!"

"What, WHAT WHAT?" Bristled the nervous half-breed.

"Oh, Nesira! I've missed you!" Layla flung her arms around Nesira's neck and the girl blinked nervously and froze.

"I don't know who you are, Lady!" Nesira groaned, wriggling free.

"It's me! Layla!" Layla said desperately.

"I don't recognize you."

Layla sighed and pulled her hair up into a ponytail with her hand and cried like a young girl: "Nesiiiiiraaaaa!" To jog the girl's memory.

"OH. MY. GODDESS." (Lmao like the anime…I didn't even mean to do that.) Nesira said, realizing who it was. It was her old buddy Layla. "I can't believe how much you've changed! Your hair is so long, your body...so much..."

"Yeah I kind of filled out." Layla laughed, putting it lightly. "But you, Nesira! Wow. You don't have short hair anymore!" Layla recalled the boyish cut that Nesiara had maintained ever since she had known her.

"Yeah well Grasshopper likes it this way."

"You mean you two are going out? Awwwww you have a little booooyfrieeeend!" Layla crooned. Nesira cuffed her on the shoulder. "Hey. Come on. You're not THAT much my senior."

"You're right. Sorry.Anyway, Link, you wanna take a walk and we can talk?" Layla said, turning to her lover. He grabbed her hand and began to agree.

"No no. Now now we'll continue at Grasshopper's place." Said Nathaniel, Grasshopper nodding in agreement in the background, and Nesira also consenting, though grudgingly.

"Oh, well, okay. Bye, you guys." Layla said. They left with ink, quills, and map in hand and left Link and Layla alone. And it was silent.

"Kay, well." Said Link awkwardly. He sat. Layla followed suit and they stared at the table across the room from his bed. Link hesitantly put a hand on Layla's shoulder, expecting her to flinch when he did so, but she just sighed heavily and leaned onto his shoulder.

"It's been a long time since we've been able to just sit like this..." she said.

"Yeah...what's been happening in that time, anyway?"

"That's what I should be asking you." Layla said, peering up at Link through orange bangs and anrowing her eyes at the slight smirk that appeared on his lips.

"No." He said.

"What?"

"I asked you first." He replied simply.

"..." Layla hesitated. "You bastard, what do you want me to say?" Link didn't reply, just sat back and leaned on the wall until Layla continued. "Well...a while after you left, I had the baby. (...Labor's a BITCH.) It was a girl of course, and shes gorgeous, she is. But she's no longer mine. I gave her to Zara because..."

"...of her condition, right." Said Link. "I bet she's happy."

"Oh, she is. Zamayla—the baby—is learning much faster and much more than she would be if I had kept her." Layla sighed.

"Oh, I don't know about that. Layla, you're smart. You're clever, witty and crafty, you're not just a bimbo. ...I can mention a few who are..." Link's mind ran over a few specimens such as Kunti (at times) and Anne-Marie.

"Well, thanks, but I don't know anything about kids. I don't...even have a mom to tell me about these things...anymore." Layla let out a huge sigh.

"Oh yeah." Said Link. He bit his lip and looked around. "Uh, so, what else."

"Kunti's your spy."

"Gah! When did you figure this out?" Link jumped.

"Oh don't tell me you didn't catch on when I was perfectly timed after she said you had a visitor."

"That was STAGED?" Link said incredilously."I had just figured she had seen you on the way or something!" he sighed. "That makes me feel really stupid. That's unfair."

"Oh, don't pout." Said Layla, hitting Link on the knee. "She's my spy now. We can actively communicate through her, now. No more sneaking around." Layla swung her legs under the bed and Link leaned back over and tugged on the neck of Layla's tunic-for-a-shirt.

"I believe this belongs to me." He said, and smirked.

"Oh! Do you want it back?" Layla said, startled.

"No, no. It looks sexy on you." Link said. "Since it's big on you, it creates a fold right...around...here..." Link said, struggling to fix the fold, since originated right around where he tugged.

"Yeah, I get it." Said Layla, slapping his hand away. "It's really comfortable."

"Well then keep it. I have another one besides these two anyway." Link said, referring to his Zora Tunic. They fell silent. The house was big and empty. And they realized it was their chance. Layla lunged forward and put her hands on either side of the heroe's face and crushed her lips into his. They stayed like this for a while until both of them had to take a breath and then both fought to be the first to take advantage of this and plunge their tongue into the other's mouth. Layla scratched at Link's back and Link wrapped his hands in her extremely long, vermilion hair.

They broke apart a minute and Layla managed to gasp out: "I've missed this so much, you have no idea, you stupid conspirator."

Link growled. "And you think I ahven't? I've been living with Nathaniel for three month's, damnit. You think he helps? Not really."

"Well if you and he were more careful about plotting your plans somewhere more private, then—"

"You think too much." Link stopped her with a kiss, and they were off again. Layla couldn't stand it anymore, she placed her hands on Link's musculer but slim torso and ran her hands all over the dips and rises of his muscular chest. She neglected his chest and intertwined her hands with his hair, golden locks being forced throught tan fingers, gripping and twisting and stroking, she loved his golden tresses.

Half an hour later, Link and Layla were spent, both laying on the too-small-for-this-kind-of-action bed, cuddling and saying things that didn't mean anything, but were still there, reminding them that they were together.

"Refreshing." Layla said. Link stroked the top of her head and had the weirdest feeling of de-ja-vu.

"Refereshing, wasn't it, Link-chan?" Anne Marie smiled and dabbed at her mouth with a napkin. Link smiled.

"It sure was! Where'd you learn to cook like that, Annie?" He asked, amazed.

"Oh, you know, my mother was an excellent cook. My family has been like that for generations. We say it's genetic." she laughed.

Link smiled again. He had been visiting Anne Marie as often as possible lately, it was like he lived. He had even slept in her house a few times. He was in the progress of the Fire Temple, and although he had encountered Ganondorf for a second time now, he felt as if he would always be safe, because Anne Marie was here for him. (She had kept him so sheltered. The evil in the world hadn't gotten to him yet.)

"That's so cool. I don't think I'll ever learn to cook, with having to save the world and all. Man, it's good to get a decent meal once in a while. I am always having nothing but milk to drink, and it's really good, but a guy has to have his meat, you know?"

"Oh, I KNOW, Link-chan!" Anne Marie said with a pout. "I KNOW." She turned around and bent over, going to get something she had been baking. Link's eyes widened and he tried to rip his eyes away from Anne Marie's perfect legs and the tiny bit of panties he could see from underneath her dress, riding up from bending over. He shivered and licked his lips. Why did he feel this way? Anne Marie was like his own mother that he never knew! She stood up and he breathed a sigh of relief. "Here," she said. "I baked a cake."

Link gasped and took in the big, soft and pink cake that was set before him. "Oh WOW Annie! Thanks!" He cut a huge piece and wolfed it down in next to no time. "That was sooo good! You need to stop spoiling me like this! I'm gonna get fat!" Link patted his extremely muscular stomach.

"Oh, I severely doubt that, Link-chan." she said, standing up. Link watched as the beautiful girl wlked toward him. She grabbed his hand and brought him to his feet. "Have I ever told you.." she said seductively, "that you are extremely attractive?" she breathed in his ear. Link gulped and panted, he was pressed up against Anne Marie's voluptuus form, and he was only with the maturity of a 12 year old as of now, so he knew what this meant, but never really encountered it before.

"Annie...you've only told me that you think I'm cute, not that...I'm attractive..." he choked out.

"Oh, Link-chan, you're very attractive. I could just..." she moved away from him and planted a small peck on the inexperienced lips of her little naïve friend.

"I-I-I." Link stuttered.

"Tell me, Link-chan. Ever thought of being with me?"

"Wh-what do you mean, Annie? I'm with you all time! I always hang out with you." Link played dumb.

"No, I mean, do you ever think you'd enjoy exploring the pleasures of...me?" Anne Marie slowly led Link over to her bed, and she sat on it with him.

"I..."

"Let me show you, Link." Anne Marie slipped off Link's rough leather gauntletts and laced his fingers with hers. She leaned in to kiss him again, and this time he responded, his instincts showing him what to do to the best of thier ability. His hands were still frozen in thier place due to Anne Marie's grip, and she soon moved them and placed them on her voluptuous chest. Link gasped but didnt dare moved thme away, and Anne Marie beared down on him, and that night, Link lost his virginity.

A few weeks later, Link was cold and wet, he had finally beaten the Water Temple, sadly in the middle of winter. He walked into Kakariko Village and knocked on the door to Anne Marie's cottage. Before the door was opened there was several crashes and slamming of doors. Anne Marie opened the door and her arms to a freezing Hero of Time, who presently hugged her but suspiciously scanned her apartment for any signs of who was crashing around and slamming doors.

"My, my, Link, you're so cold, let's get out out of those freezing clothes."

"Aw, no, Annie, that's okay, I gotta get to Sheik, I don't know where he is. He told me to meet him, though. I'm kind of in a rush. The gorgeous hero pecked Anne Marie on the lips. He was hit in the chest with a towel and Anne Marie smirked.

"Well, at least dry off those gorgeous locks of yours."

"Okay, you got me." Link said, vigourously rubbing his head with the towel. He sighed and took off his boots, drying his feet, too. He left the hover boots that he was wearing for speed near the door, and sighed.

"I really have to go." He pulled on his regular boots. "Seeya Annie."

"Ahaha, bye Link-chan!" she waved sweetly. Link smiled and walked out. He walked out towards the center of the town but remembered the Hover Boots before getting too far. He ran back as quickly as he could and opened the door, reaching for the hover boots.

"Sorry, Annie, I forgot...these?" Link trailed off. There stood Anne Marie, the very love of his life, with the only other remotely attractive man in this town besides Shiek and Link, the man that ran the shop in front of the old hag's potion shop. She was kissing him, and he had presently unzipped the back of her dress halfway. He stood up straight. "What's going on, Annie?"

"Oh, Link...he...uhm he fainted." Anne Marie said, a lame excuse.

"Fainted?" Link said. "Then why were you kissing him?"

"Mouth to mouth resuscitation!" She explained quickly.

"And he's unzipping your dress?"

"He grabbed it when he fainted, it was unintentional." she said matter-of-factly.

"Annie..." Link said, devastated. "Why would you do this to me? I thought you loved me."

"Oh, Link-chan. I DO love you! Why don't you believe me?"

"Because. Too many rumors have reached my ears to believe your story." Link'a tone had changed. He was no longer a child, he was a grown man who had just had the horror of all horrors thrown at him full-speed. "I should have believed what Malon and EVERYONE else told me! They told me that you rope men in and then you leave them once you use them! I– so what? Is this the only one?" Link asked.

Before Anne Marie could answer with her obvious "Yes." Link stopped her.

"No, don't even tell me. I don't want to know. Thank you, Anne Marie." At this she gasped. What happened to Annie? "Thank you for showing me that I am inferior to your needs and that f there is ever another attractive man, no girl will ever love me. It's really opened my eyes, BITCH." she slammed the door behind him, and Anne Marie was shocked. Did her little Link-chan just curse at her?"