Okay, believe it or not, this is the last chapter of this short little serial. Yes, it didn't take that long. Cheers and spirits to those who reviewed, and here's a sepukku gun and a "Philosophy of Go" book for those who didn't. Enjoy!

Consequences of Koopa Ninjas

Written by The Evil Fishy/Okami-chan

© by a bunch of Nintendo people

Chapter 7

There were only two occupants in the living room: Link and Ganondorf. Link was quite happily reading a book while listening to music. He bobbed his head comically in time to the beat, while grinning and lip-synching. Ganondorf was looking perturbed, one ankle on the other knee, head leaned against hand, staring at the junction of the opposite wall and the ceiling. He was tapping his fingers irritably on his knee.

Something wrong was going on, and he knew it. At least it wasn't the idiot boy sitting across from him listening to Madonna.

"Link," he finally said. The elfin ears twitched slightly, and Link hesitated in the breifest of pauses. The whole show proved that he heard, but it also proved that the young Hylain was completely adament on ignoring the Gerudo.

"Link," Ganondorf repeated, more forcefully. Link didn't respond at all to that one. "Listen to me you feather-brained elf."

Link angrily ripped the phones from his ears. "I'm not an elf!" he yelled angrily.

"Do you feel it?"

"What?" Link asked blankly, startled by the sudden change of tone. Ganondorf had said that almost nervously.

"It," Ganondorf announced, waving a hand around. "Do you feel it?" Link looked around, but his expression revealed that he wasn't concentrating on sight. Actually, what Ganondorf didn't know, not being gifted with the oddity, Link was listening, moving his head to hear anything.

Ganondorf really didn't think the Hylain would understand. Most of the race was gifted with the extrasensory feel that usually told them of danger, but it seemed that they were always too absentminded or stressed out to understand.

"Someone's co--"

SLAM.

The two residents of the room jumped. Peach was standing at the door, dressed in a green dress.

"Sheik's been attacked!" she managed before two men shot past her. She twirled a bit before stopping, looking utterly disheveled. "Well!" she huffed.

Up two stories, Sheik lay in a sterile room. She was stripped, more or less, leaving a pair of white boxer-like shorts. Her chest was wrapped in medical gauze. Her soft, blonde hair fluttered around in a halo around her face, much shorter than Zelda's, but only a bit longer than Link's.

Speaking of Link...

"Sheik!"

Link burst into the room with all the grace of a three-legged cat with an ear imbalance trying to climb up the Eiffel Tower. He collapsed near Sheik's bed, nearly on top of it, shaking her still form slightly.

Slightly meaning with the strength of those horrid moblins.

"Link!" Sheik cried out when she came too, which was fast. "You're going to reopen my wounds. Please..." Link quickly redrew his hands.

"What happened?" Link asked. Zelda, who was nervously looking out the window, gave a small groan. The story was probably well-known by then.

"I was attacked by ninjas on the roof. I defeated them, but they cut me up badly."

Link gave a soft sigh. "Well, at least you're...ninjas." Link raised a brow disbelievingly. "I'm not stupid."

Sheik chuckled softly. "They were Koopa ninjas, out to get Princess Peach. Yes, that's what Princess Zelda thought as well."

"Uh-huh," Link said, still not sure to believe her. "Even though Bowser is here." Sheik nodded.

"They said they were sent by the 'Koopa Brothers.' I'm not too sure who they are, either, but you could ask Mario, who would probably know."

On cue, a "Mama-mia!" yell echoed from down the hall.

"So you're going to be okay?" Link asked, ignoring the plumber. Sheik nodded. "That's good."

"I think you reopened my wounds," Sheik muttered, pressing a hand to her side.

"Let me help. I did a lot of first aid when I was finding the jewels and masks and---"

"Link, no," Sheik said.

"Why not?" the Hero asked. The Sheikah raised a brow. "What can't I help?" Zelda sighed and started shoving her savior out the door. "Wait, why can't I help? Why nooot..." Zelda closed the door, nearly slamming it.

"He's such an airhead," Zelda muttered.

"Just remember, he saved you."

Zelda sighed, pressing her palm to her forehead. "Please, don't remind me. Now, to dress your wounds. Again."

Link blinked quizically at the door, still trying to figure out why he wasn't allowed to help.

"Link."

Said Hylain jumped and whirled around a bit, trying to find out where the voice came from. He was apparently obliviant to the fact that Ganondorf had followed him to the room, and was even in the same elevator as him.

Twirling around until Ganondorf finally stood behind him, Link came to a stop, head-to-chest with the Gerudo King.

"Link," Ganondorf repeated.

"What?" Link asked. Something in his subconscious bubbled up, and he remembered what Zelda said about him. Link's grinning mouth opened wide.

Only to make contact with the Gerudo's.

A few scant seconds passed with the two faces together, then Ganondorf pulled back.

A few more scant seconds passed with the two staring at eachother.

Then Link tore down the hallway, screaming.

Ganondorf chuckled slightly: "Moronic Hylain."