Alright, I'll admit it, I've been lazy . Very lazy in fact. I'm sorry bout not updating for so long. I got very… distracted. Emotional conflicts. But, now I'm over them, and I'm back in business now. Back in black )

To all of my beloved reviewers, I thank you from the bottom of me-heart! Each one of them that I read filled me with guilt that I wasn't writing the story. Then one decided to talk to me on MSN, and then reviewer for another story of mine talked to me as well about updating stuff, and to keep it simple and clear, I guess that kinda reminded me that I needed to work on this story again. Now if someone dares to start complaining that I just made a grammatical error (run on sentence) I'll slit their throat O

Oh yeah, and I think someone asked me if I was going to follow the typical pattern of making Link and Zelda a couple. Well, to be honest, I tried to start a story where Zelda and Ganondorf got in on, but I think after like… the 2nd chapter, I started to lose interest in writing it. Maybe I'll continue it later on, but right now I have like… 2 stories I'm trying to go along with. Anyways, the point is, yes, this will be one of those typical stories. I mean, it's marked romance =P I could've changed the pairing of this story, and I even asked the reviewers if they'd like that. Well, obviously, ALL of them said no. So I continued on the straight and narrow path.

"Link."

Link blinked and looked at her. She slowly opened her eyes, and stared at him as he stared right back at her. Shock took a hold of him, and he couldn't do anything but gawk at her. His whole entire body froze up. Then, slowly, his brain started to work. She blinked several times, trying to focus her eyes, and let out a gasp as Link hugged against his body tighter.

Everything that had happened, every emotion and event he'd gone through, started well up inside of him, and he felt himself sob. Half out of grief of everything that had happened, and out of relief that somehow it would all be ok.

Zelda, a little bit dazed and confused, started hug him back, rubbing his back. She couldn't find anything to say. Some older part of her would've screamed, "GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" but she didn't want him to leave. Finally figuring out some type of reasonable sentence, she said softly, "I'm sorry Link…"

At that moment, Impa came in through the door.

"Uh… Impa? Should we go in there and see if the princesss is alright?" The lighter in build guard motioned towards the door.

The second extremely buff guard grunted. "We should. I don't trust that kid."

"Both of you be silent. They're friends, as perverse as it may be. He wouldn't harm her, he practically risked his life and gave the life of another to save her."

Mr. Buff snarled. "Oh, so we left her in there all alone with a guy with an obsession over her! What if he's a necrophiliac?"
The other gave a shudder, but corrected him. "I believe necrophiliac is only for the dead…"
"She just about looks-"

"Both of you be quiet or leave now! I will not have you speaking this way!" Impa snarled the last sentence out, and glared at them both.

A few moments went buy, and then all the sudden they all heard someone crying. Mr. Buff glared at her. "See? I told you he was obsessed; it's time to go in there and break the two of them up!"

"But I don't think crying necessarily means that you're obsessed… you cried when that hooker-"

"Talk about that again, and I'll break your neck!" He clenched his fist and started to go after the scrawny one, but Impa warded him off with a glare.

"Fine, if you're so dang intent on the fact that he's a danger to her, I'll go in there just to shut you both up! Poor kid probably needs some comfort anyways." Impa opened the door, and stopped dead in her tracks.

Both of the guards looked in, and one of the gave a gasp. "So he's gone as low as to rape!" Impa wasn't sure which one said it, but she really didn't care. The other one corrected him anyways by whispering back, "I think he's just hugging…" Then they both went silent. The finally one of them spoke again. "By God, she's awake!"

"God? Don't you mean Goddesses?"

"Well, I'm sure there's a God too, I mean, they need some type of-"

"Both of you, shut up! Go tell everyone the princess is awake!" Impa yelled at them, and walked into the room, shutting the door quite loudly behind them, making sure to lock it.

Impa felt her knees go weak. She hesitated for a second, but then she ran forward, pushed Linked out of the way, and grabbed the princess in a tight hug. She kissed the top of her head, and continued to hug her. "I'm so glad you're alright now! I wouldn't have been able to stand it if you had died, you're like a daughter to me…" She continued to hug Zelda, then seemed to realize that Zelda was still fragile and let her go.

Link forced himself to stop crying, and wiped his eyes dry. However, his red puffy eyes were still there. He didn't have to say anything about how relieved he was, because the evidence was sticking out like a sore thumb.

Impa continued, "You know, they're going to have a celebration. Even if you ordered them not to, they'd throw a ball for you. Despite your rotten ways, everyone loves you.

Zelda nodded and looked down at her hands. They were pale, and she could see all of her veins through her skin. The clutched the covers in her hands. She tried to smile, but it barely showed on her face. Slowly, she said, "That will be wonderful… but I'd like it if they waited… until I felt better." Her voice came out weak, and she hated it. She hated the way she felt. She felt completely wasted. And hungry. She felt incredibly hungry and thirsty. And she smelled ripe as well. She was definitely in need of a bath.

"I wish to be alone right now. Have someone bring me some food and water, and have a warm bath prepared for me." She felt something inside of her telling her to make Link stay, but she ignored it. She didn't want people to see her like this. She didn't want to be like this, weak and dependent on someone else. "So, leave me, both of you, now."

Link felt a twinge of hurt from being rejected like that, but some part could recognize it as a sign that her old spunky self was coming back. Realizing that as a good sign, and forcing himself to feel glad that she was acting that way, he smiled, and left with Impa.

When they were both gone, Zelda looked in the mirror, and immediately hated the reflection. She didn't want to look that way, she wanted to look how she should feel. In frustration, she threw a pillow across the room, and started to claw at her pale translucent skin.