Chapter 1

Seekin' Out a Perdy Gal

"How many times do I have to tell you Renalde, call me Chunk! Just Chunk…please…" a man of about the age of twenty-one spoke pleadingly.

"But my lord---." the man who had confronted him argued, now known as Renalde.

"You obey everything else I say yet you can't do such a simple thing as calling me by my name? Now how does that make any sense?" Chunk pried.

"If you really insist…Chunk," the word rolled from his mouth awkwardly and it came out as 'Choonk.'

"Well…it's a start…" Chunk sighed deeply. "Now what did you want to talk to me about?"

"My king…er Ch(oo)nk, the other council members and I have come to a decision that you would be very wise to follow…You see the people are becoming scared…especially after the last incident where there was no one on the throne…the council members and I have come to the conclusion that you need to marry…and fast."

Chunk's jaw dropped, "What? But all those girls you people have been making me put up with just because they're of some nobility are all empty headed and stuck up."

"Why should that matter, all you have to do is get married, have kids, and the people will be happy."

Chunk raised an eyebrow, "And now you're asking me to sleep with whatever empty headed chick you want me to marry just so people will be happy?"

Renalde flushed scarlet, "Well…er uh…in less crude terms…yes."

Chunk shook his head, "Why should people be scared? There have been no death threats on my life and I can defend myself just fine." he argued, but that's when he did something totally stupid that did the exact opposite of backing up his statement. Stumbling backwards, he tripped on the corner of a rug and fell flat on his back moaning, "Ow…"

Renalde looked down at him disapprovingly, "Are you sure you are not a death threat to yourself?"

Chunk scrambled upright, "Just forget about it…I am not marrying some airhead of a girl, I will marry when the time is right."

"But the time now is right!" Renalde shook his head. "Just please follow the council's advice, your highness…"

Link and Alexis had come by later that day with their new born baby girl, Althea, and he had discussed the matter with them. Link had thought up an idea and Chunk was now in Hyrule Castle Town a few days later as this idea was carried out.

People were smiling, the many lantern lights illuminating off each individual. Everyone was in a festive mood as the festival continued deeper into its procession.

"Chunk!" a familiar female voice called out to him.

He turned to see Link and Alexis approaching him.

"Didn't bring Althea with ya I see." he said.

"We got a baby-sitter…wouldn't wanna miss a night like this." Alexis beamed. "Met any nice girls yet?"

Chunk only shook his head and guiltily said, "I…kinda sorta…haven't really talked to anyone…yet…"

"Well I suggest you get to lookin'." Link smirked.

A lively song was kicked up by the hired band and Alexis suddenly grabbed Link's hand, "Let's go dance! See ya later Chunk!"

Chunk had to stifle a laugh as Link was all too obviously unwillingly dragged off to the dance floor by his wife.

He swung around and continued walking, the truth of the situation was he had been shying away from any of the girls that had approached him…he didn't know what was wrong with him. Much as he wanted to follow at least half the council's advice, this was turning out much more difficult than he thought it would…

So immersed in his thoughts, he failed to notice where he was walking. When he finally did look up, it was too late as he crashed slap bang into someone, both stumbling backwards.

When Chunk saw it was a woman of about his age, he immediately apologized, "I'm sorry, I should really pay attention where I'm going." but to his astonishment, she had said the exact same thing at the exact same time…an awkward silence hung in the air.

And in that awkward silence, Chunk found himself unabashedly studying her just as he could tell she was studying him. Thick locks of black hair rippled past her shoulders in waves, framing a thin, pretty face set with a pair of emerald green eyes. Just as her hair was black, she wore all black, a cloak, dress, high-heeled shoes, and even jewelry…all black.

"My name's Deanna, what's yours?" she said, thrusting out a hand.

"Chunk," he replied bluntly shaking the offered hand, but was surprised to see her giggle. "What? Did I do something funny?"

"When a lady offers her hand, the man is supposed to kiss it…not shake it."

"Oh…heh…" he turned red in embarrassment. The good thing was she didn't seem to recognize it as king…which was kinda weird when he had never heard another person called by his name.

"What kind of name is Chunk, especially for someone so lean and muscular?" she queried. Chunk stiffened when she ran her hand down his arm flirtatiously.

"Well…it's my name and that's all there is to it…"

"Hmm, that's nice. Funny thing is, it sounds really familiar…almost as if I've heard it before. But then again, maybe that was just in reference to a chunk of food?" she said thoughtfully but smiling happily.

"Maybe…"

"Hey Chunk, we're back!" Alexis exclaimed popping up next to him, followed by Link who dragged his feet and did not look up.

"Oh, you have a girlfriend?" Deanna said, surprised.

"Nope, I'm just a friend. Don't worry, he's all up for the taking." Alexis piped up.

"Alexis…" Chunk muttered.

"So who is this?" Link asked.

"I'm Deanna." she spoke up for herself.

"Well it's nice to meet you Deanna. I'm Alexis and this stiff over here who can't dance worth crap and calls himself my husband is Link."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Link said, putting on a hurt look.

"I was only teasin', Alexis pecked him on the lips. "You know I love you."

Deanna laughed and Chunk coughed nervously.

"It's getting late, we better go make sure Althea's doin' ok." Link said.

Alexis sighed, "You're probably right. We'll see you two later!" And then they disappeared into the crowd, leaving Chunk and Deanna 'alone'.

"Speaking of dancing, do you wanna dance? Maybe even show me you can dance better than yer friend apparently can?" Deanna asked.

Chunk hesitated before answering, "I-I guess…if you really want to…I'm just gonna apologize now when you come out of there without any toes."

Deanna laughed again, "Come on, surely you're not that bad."

Just as they arrived out on the dance floor, it was as if the band had purposely started playing a slow song. Deanna pressed herself closer to him as they began gliding across the dance floor.

"And you made it seem like you were horrible and here you are putting me to shame." Deanna smirked.

"Uh…no comment…"

"That always makes a great reply," she said sarcastically.

"Sure does."

"You're weird."

"And your point is?"

"Oh nevermind…"

After a while of this, Deanna led him off the dance floor and too the back of the crowds.

"I have to go now, will I be able to see again sometime?" Deanna said seriously, unlike the carefree and happy girl she had been all evening.

"Sure…maybe tomorrow even? I can meet you here in the market place." Chunk suggested.

"Tomorrow would be great, how about noonish?"

"Sounds good to me." Chunk was startled to see a tear drop form at the side of her eye. "Is something wrong?"

"No, nothings wrong!" she said almost too quickly. "I'll see you tomorrow, you better be there." and that she turned and ran leaving Chunk standing there stunned and slowly waving good-bye.

Tears began to fall down Deanna's cheeks as she disappeared into an alleyway, becoming one with the night shadows in her black clothing. Why? He's making this too easy…

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Sorry if the chapter was kinda boring, but the action will definitely pick up soon! Hopefully…lol. And another sorry for the crappy summary for this fic…I have a headache and that's all I could think of…if you think you can do better then give it a shot, lol.

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