Part Two. About fucking time, right?

Author's Note: This part is unnecessary. You may proceed directly to the story below. First of all, I'd like to apologize for the large expanse of time it took to finish this. I had about a million different theories and directions for this story to go, and though I knew how I generally would like the story to end, I wasn't sure how to go about it. I hope you enjoyed the first part. It was meant to be standalone, but it could also work as a prelude to a larger story. The additional installations require some background of Majora's Mask, and while it is not necessary to have played Ocarina of Time, it could help. Background information is given within the story, though.

Now, for some explanation of chapter one, as well as answers to other questions. During the scene where Link uses Kamaro's mask in front of the Rosa sisters, there is a small clip in which the guard of that section is staring intensely. Why that was important to game makers, I don't know. I just decided he was a pervert. The Shiro mentioned in Ikana Canyon is the invisible guard inside the ring of stones off the entrance. The story is written in the guard's POV, so any crudeness and foul language is entirely his fault. I also apologize for any grammatical, spelling, or mistakes with verb tenses. Apparently, I have no conception of time. I don't have anybody to proof my fics before they hit the web, but if you're willing to submit yourself, email me at ikkun31 yahoo . com. I won't, however, write het. Nothing against it, but for reasons that are relevant to the story, Link's experiences will be strictly homoerotic. And erotic they are!

Thanks for all the reviews.

Jailbait: Part Two
by: Ikkun
Third Person POV
Rated: PG13 - R (To hell with ratings!)
More plot than smut in this chapter, sorry. More will come, I promise.
Warning: Angsty!Link,
Same disclaimers apply.

Link awoke with a start. It took him several minutes to comprehend where he was, what had happened, and why he was pressed up against another person. Naked.

Shiro's warm breath tickled the back of his neck, and the rise and fall of his chest against Link's back sent shivers down his spine and through his toes. It was so warm. Link's eyes welled up with tears and his breath caught in his throat.

Goddesses, this is all that he wanted; to feel safe, to feel loved, to be held. He thought of all the nights he laid at the trunk of a tree trying to keep warm as the world rained down around him, or of all the times he had dropped into a dark hole to defeat some devastating evil, knowing all the while that if he didn't make it back alive, no one would know. No one would care. There would be no weeping women, no fresh cut flowers for his grave, no tombstone to ensure his memory.

Link felt a little cheated.

It was a rational feeling. Being forced to face certain peril before he even had facial hair was disconcerting at first. First, it was just "Link, save the Deku Tree!"

Then, "Link, collect these stones!"

And soon after, "Link, protect the Kingdom!"

"Link, save the Sages!"

"Link, rescue the princess!"

He thought he was done with that when he left Hyrule. Left all the Hero of Time business behind. Unfortunately, a brand-new place brought its own brand-new trouble. He was being forced to relive the same three days, and for what? At least Ganondorf was a true threat. This time, he was up against an impish skull kid who was trying to have a little fun. Of all the trivial things to be bothered with.

Bothered? Why was he bothered? He'd never had a problem with any of this before. He was always eager to save the day, eager to discard his safety. Eager to please.

Until now.

Now, curled in the arms of the only person who cared what he wanted. Who even bothered trying. Who didn't need to be saved. Who was saving Link instead.

And in 24 hours, he wouldn't remember a moment of it.

Link thought of tender kisses, bumped noses, callused hands running over the smooth contour of his back. He thought of all the sun-kissed mornings he would never again have in this bedroom, of all the whispered words of affection he would never hear again, of the heartbeat beating against his back that he would never again feel. Link thought, and thought, and thought. Then, he broke down into quiet, sniffling sobs.

Link's shaking awoke Shiro. His first thoughts were of the inappropriate sort, foul curses one could only pick up in the military. Not that being a town guard counted much for anything. He pulled Link closer to his body and planted a soft kiss on the side of his neck.

"What's wrong?" he asked, genuine concern in his voice. This made Link cry harder. Every single emotion, once expertly locked inside, broke free and cascaded down his face. Shiro panicked a little, but continue to hold Link to his chest as Link held on for dear life, afraid to let go.

After what seemed like ages, Link climbed out of Shiro's arms and sat up on the bed. He rubbed away the remnants of his tears and tried to control his breathing. Shiro looked at him expectantly. Link stared back. By the end of the day, Shiro would forget everything. Forget, or never know? Link didn't know which hurt more. Link took a deep breath, and began his story.

He told the story about a young warrior, abandoned in the woods as a baby under the care of The Great Deku Tree. The Deku Tree wanted to refuse, for you see, only Kokiri children could survive in the woods. Except this child, this magical, wondrous child, would one day be the Hero of Time. Whether he liked it or not. This child matured without many friends, and was often subject to cruel jeering and practical jokes. He spent a great portion of his life lonely and miserable.

The day he finally received a fairy partner, his only friend, he learned of his past and his fate. Armed with only a small sword and a wooden shield, he faced dangers that most grown men never even hear about.

Then he met the Princess.

Princess Zelda meant well, but good intentions only go so far. She sent the young hero on a series of missions, all life-threatening, and looking back, generally unnecessary. She needed him to save her kingdom, and he did so without question.

As if that wasn't enough, his hard work triggered the one thing the Princess sought to avoid. The evil Ganondorf, King of the Gerudo, gained access to the Sacred Realm in his attempt to take over Hyrule. Links was to stop him, of course, but as a child, he could do nothing. So the Sages sealed him away until his body had matured enough to take down the Dark King. When the Hero awoke again, he traveled the land once again to gather the Sages and save Hyrule. He finally defeated Ganondorf, and the Princess Zelda sent him back to his own time, erasing his memory of the whole ordeal. For her sake, more than his.

Unfortunately, the spell cast by such an inexperienced princess only lasted so long. The Hero's memories returned in the form of nightmares. Eventually, he saddled up on his horse and left Hyrule.

Link spared no detail. He spoke of traveling for weeks on end with nothing but potions to sustain him, of the putrid stench of carnage left in Ganondorf's wake, of monsters more frightening than Shiro could have ever imagined. But it wasn't all.

Not long after the Hero had left, he was robbed. In an attempt to retrieve what was his, he was turned into a Deku kid. Fortunately for the Hero, he met a traveling salesman who had also been robbed by the same Skull Kid. His ailment could be reversed, but on one condition: that he help return the magical mask that was stolen. To do this, he would have to visit four different areas of the land and liberate each area from its own problems to gain the help needed to finally defeat the Skull Kid, return the mask, and save the town from being obliterated by the moon. The catch was, he had three days to do it.

Shiro's head swam with all the information. Three days? How would it be possible to...

Link held out a small instrument for Shiro to see. Where he had pulled it out from, confused Shiro. He looked up at Link for an explanation.

"It's an ocarina. There is a song I learned when I was in Hyrule. If I play it, I reset time to the first day I set foot in Clocktown," Link finished.

"So that means, you've been living the same three days repeatedly?" Shiro asked, unwilling to believe what he'd just heard. Link nodded. "For how long?" He asked. Immediately, he dreaded the answer.

Link shrugged. "Weeks? Months? After a while, I stopped counting."

Shiro stared at Link, trying to process all the information given to him. Realization suddenly dawned on him.

"Wait, are you saying I won't remember anything after you play that song?"

Link nodded.

"What day are we on?" Shiro ventured cautiously.

"The third," Link whispered.

"That's so fucking unfair!" roared Shiro. Link's head snapped up in shock. "I mean, it's not enough you had to risk and give up so much before, but now you have to relive the same days over and over again? How do you live? To introduce yourself to somebody you befriended just days ago and pretending it doesn't hurt that you're alone? Why do you have to... why?"

"I don't know," Link said.

"Isn't there anything you could do?" Shiro asked desperately.

"Save the world, again and again and again," Link replied, almost scathingly.

Shiro didn't know what to say to that, so he tightened his hold on Link. Neither had moved from their position on the bed, so Link was still tucked snugly in the curve of his body. A sudden thought occurred to Shiro.

"Have we... have we met before? I mean, like this?" Shiro asked, more than a little afraid of the answer he might get.

"It always rains in the second day, so I learned early on that I needed a place to stay. You invited me to stay here before. So I didn't question it when a supposed stranger asks me to follow. I guess you can say that I've taken advantage of your hospitality. The other times, though, I fell asleep on your couch instantaneously, so this was really the first time I ever got to... know you." Link flushed red all the way down to his neck. Shiro thought it was endearing and planted a soft kiss on the side of his jaw.

"I'm not going to remember any of this tomorrow, am I?" Shiro whispered.

"There isn't going to be a tomorrow. Not for a long time," Link said, his voice cracking.

"How long do we have?"

"Just before midnight," Link lied. He had tried pushing his time limit until the last second, and he never wanted to do it again. The impending destruction had caused the town to panic, and the screams had made him sick.

"Stay with me. I mean, I'm not going to remember any of this, but you will, right?"

"Yeah."

"Then stay. The world can wait, let this be your vacation," Shiro turned Link around and kissed him hard, as if he needed to be convinced.

"Okay," he whispered breathlessly.

They stayed in bed for fifteen minutes before Shiro got up to make them both breakfast. Link stretched out languidly in bed and bitterly wished he could just let Clocktown be decimated. The notion was gone when Shiro came back into the room, growled, "Fuck breakfast," and fucked him, instead.

end part 2