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Chapter four.

Nabooru is your mom.

FLASHBACK TIME!--

"Come closer, Nabooru."

"I don't think so."

"Why?"

"Stay away from me." Nabooru was standing about a meter away from the man, terribly afraid he would rise from the chair he was so relaxedly reclining in.

"Come now, Nabooru. You know you want to." He flexed his muscles. She blushed, though it was barely visible underneath her tanned skin. She knew better.

"Aha. You blushed." He grinned.

"No," she said. "I want nothing of it."

"Of course you do. I can see it in your eyes."

She turned her gaze away and stared at the wall instead.

"They show fear," he said, grinning again.

"I do not fear you." This was a lie; they both knew it.

"Come on."

"No!" she shouted, a little louder than she intended. The room had started to heat up a little. Was this his doing? Her face grew warmer. "What do you want with me?"

"What do you think I dragged you in here for?" he said angrily. "To discuss politics?"

Nabooru felt a heavy sinking feeling in her stomach. She was doomed. Doooooomed.

"Well, lose your feeling of dread, it won't do you any good."

He pulled his halfway-open shirt off. "Is this room growing a bit warmer?"

"Excuse me," she said, appalled at the gesture. "Just who do you think you are?"

"I am Ganondorf... the Prince of Evil," he said, raising his eyebrows. "I thought you knew that already."

She shuddered. He rose from the chair and took her wrist. "Shall we?"

She gave him a look of pure disgust. "What do you think you're doing?"

He didn't respond, but moved his other hand further up her arm.

"Get off me!" She struggled against his grip, but it was no good; he was much stronger than she.

"Listen," he hissed, grabbing her other wrist tightly, "I don't know if you're familiar with the custom, but nobody tells me..."

Yanking her left hand from his grip, she reached up and slapped him hard in the face. He recoiled, but did not release her wrist. As soon as she had done it she regretted it.

He said no more. Furiously, he pinned both her arms away from her body on the cold, hard, tiled floor. She knew exactly what was going to happen. And she wasn't going to like it one bit.