Scenes

Nabooru is your mom.

Public service announcement--- TIME FOR A LITTLE AUTHOR'S NOTE!

Yes, this is just a short note about the story. For all of you who are a little bit (or more than a little bit) confused about Scenes, I will explain what I can.

Scenes is a bunch of semi-random scenes from the games Ocarina of Time and Majora's Mask. Some are flashbacks, some are continuing stories, some are somewhat unrelated. This fanfic is rated M for sexual content and some violence. And it has yaoi and stuff. But only a little.

And now back to the story.

COMMENCE... CHAPTER SEVEN!

Zelda's relationship to Impa was a strange one. Having lost her mother at an early age, Impa was the closest thing Zelda had. As Zelda grew older, Impa became more of a bodyguard than a nanny, more of a friend than a mother. Zelda loved her and her Sheikah determination to keep Zelda safe from harm. And without her, Zelda felt more alone than she had in her life.

There was no telling whether Zelda and Impa's relationship even hinted at anything more than a close friendship between them... Zelda could not recall all the encounters she'd had with her nanny, as she saw her less and less during her days helping Link in the Sheikah costume. However, when Link's shadowy twin (or as she had come to call him, Shadow Link) had suggested this, she had to take it into consideration. She could have been made to do things she normally wouldn't have done, and then she would have just forgotten it out of trauma or such feelings...

But no. Never. Impa would never make Zelda do anything against her will. Impa's only will was to protect Zelda, and if she loved her, it was as a mother. Never a lover.

"Such an idea is ridiculous," Zelda said, glaring at Shadow Link across the table they were sitting at. "Impa would not do such a thing. There's simply no way..."

"You never know," Shadow Link said calmly. "Sheikahs are very mysterious."

"Sheikahs have emotions."

"And dreams."

"Look, it was love," she said, "not lust."

"If you say so." He leaned back in his chair.

"Why do you want to know this, anyway?"

"Just... curious."

"Curious?" She felt offended. "Curious as to why I didn't give that great of a show last night?"

He chuckled softly. "That's what I like about you, Princess," he said, "even with the Royal Family's blood in you, you can't really control your emotions."

She stood up. "I think I'll go back to my room," she said. "Breakfast will be served to you. After that you may leave the Castle."

"Oh, but I have no intention of leaving," he said.

"If you do not leave, I will have you removed."

"Come now, Princess," he said. "Do you really want to do that?" He walked across to the dining room and slammed shut the heavy wooden door.

"Let me out," she said, looking around. There was no escape except the tall stained glass windows overlooking the front of the castle.

"No." He gave the same, slightly sinister grin that he had the previous night.

"Please?" she asked tentatively.

He merely laughed. She froze as he crossed the room towards her. "You are mine, Princess." He had a knife in his hand. Likely one of the knives from the table.

"Wha... what are you going to do?"

"Now? Whatever I please."

"Get away," she said, edging towards the windows. They weren't that strong, really...

He continued walking towards her. She struggled to think of something.

He reached her, slid his arms around her again, ran his tongue along her bottom lip... she shuddered.

Then, in the first courageous act of her life, Zelda siezed hold of his wrist, summoned all her strength, and in a swift movement, flung him straight through one of the stained glass windows.

Glass shattered. Multicolored shards rained down. Shadow Link fell and hit the walkway hard. He made no movement to get up.

"I'm sorry," she gasped as the guards took notice of him lying there and hurried over. "I had to."

For the first time in her life, Zelda felt strong.