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OMG! Happy days! I got so many reviews! 12!

…Ok, so that's not TOO much, but still….It's WAY more than I usually get, so…

HAPPY DAYS!

Thank you, Black Rose Faith, Delusional Dog, Elfie14, DF, lupuscrystalus, Dark and One Other, Steeple333, talimthewindwalker, Frodo Silverlune, ace, Sword-Woman, and The Mad Joker! I lurve you all! Lurve lurve lurve!

And I am SOOOOOOO sorry for taking so long! And for making this chappy so short :(

Disclaimer: I don't own Zelda….duh

Warning:…a little character death, though I don't think anybody will really care XD

Wounds, Swords, and Pets

It was screaming. Screaming like a little banshee. The most beautiful sound in the world; the pain, the horror, the agony. Lovely. Simply lovely. I giggled as it screeched in anguish, wanting me to stop what I was doing to its little body. Poke. Scream. Pull. Scream. What fun this little creature was!

"Don't touch her," a voice from beside me whispered harshly.

"Her? It has a gender?" I asked, only slightly interested. He didn't answer me, but I already knew the answer to my question; it was pointless asking it in the first place. I wanted to know what it was, and now knowing it had a gender somewhat perturbed me.

I giggled, suddenly having a little demented thought creep into my mind. Lovely.

"He loves me…"

A scream.

"He loves me not…"

Another scream.

"He loves me…"

Agonizing squeals.

"…He loves me not."

Muffled screams and sobs erupted from the small body, before the little light orb was completely silent. I could feel my pet's massive anger, and almost pitying sorrow from beside me, and I let out a small, freakish squeal in glee. Little red droplets fell down onto the black dirt, only discoloring it slightly.

"You bastard…" my pet grit out, trying hard not to cry.

I let out a small laugh as I dropped the orb and kept the torn wings in my hands, spinning them around between my thumb and pointer finger. The ends of them were slightly bloody, and small streams of red started flowing down my fingers. Lovely, lovely, lovely.

I looked down at my new pet with a small grin on my face, my fingers twisting the wings right in his face. He ignored them, though, and stared at the orb, watching the light dim away. Tears streaked down the bridge of his nose and onto the ground. His pupils were dilated, and his eyes had a faraway, mystified look to them. I dropped the four, delicate little wings by his face to tease him. After awhile of complete silence and stillness, I began petting his hair. I'm sure it didn't soothe him at all, but it sure soothed me. Nice and silky. "Lovely…" I muttered, mainly to myself.

My pet was lying on the ground, next to me, silently crying. For a moment I thought he would be sobbing his eyes out, but I guess he really didn't care for the little orb after all. His eyes still stayed on it's small, dead, black form, and tears still trickled down his face, but other than that, there was no sign of any great loss. If I were him, I wouldn't miss it much, either; it seemed extremely annoying.

I smiled down at him. "So pretty…" I giggled, stroking his cheek only lightly with my pointer finger. He tried to swat it away, but he was completely paralyzed, so failed to do so. Thank goddesses for shadow manipulation. You can do absolutely anything with them.

I was currently next to the Master Sword, my own, dark, ebony sword was placed next to it. It's midnight blade was protruding from the head of my pet's shadow; thus making him totally paralyzed. At first I thought it might kill him, so I experimented with shadow play earlier. Nothing had killed him, (of course, otherwise he'd be dead right now) but I'm sure it all hurt him; his screams still ring in my ears.

I wiped away the tear that streaked down the side of his face and down to his nose. His skin was so warm…so very warm. His body didn't move while I touched him, but his eye twitched. He didn't like me, I could tell already. Then again, I didn't like my master, either. He was a meanie-head. Yes, that's a good name for him…Meanie-head.

"Stop touching me…" my pet whispered only slightly. It was so silent, I almost didn't hear him. I complied with his quiet order, and decided to just sit there, my arms on my knees. I stared down at the dead, black orb, wondering what it was. Or used to be; whichever. I poked at it with my boot, and my pet let out a small growl.

"Don't…" he sobbed out, trying so hard to move. I smiled while poking at the orb again, making my pet grit his teeth. He shut his eyes tight when I squished the orb with the sole of my boot, a small sob erupting from his throat after I lifted my foot.

I laughed when blood began dripping off of the bottom of my boot and onto the ground, and squealed in delight when the small, crushed body fell to the ground in a crimson puddle.

"What was the orb, pretty? Tell me." I told him, staring morbidly at the small blob of red on the dirt.

"Why should I tell you?" he muttered, his teeth still grit together as fresh tears fell down his face.

I looked down at him darkly as I grabbed the hilt of my sword and twisted it harshly. His shrill, ear-shattering scream echoed throughout the hollow room; such a lovely sound. I stared down at him as he panted, white puffs of smoke repeatedly coming out of his mouth. I twisted the sword slightly again, and watched as his eyes and mouth opened wide.

"A fairy! She was a fairy!" He gasped, clenching his eyes shut in pain.

"A fairy, huh?"

I smiled. I never knew what a fairy looked like, but Meanie-head (Master) had always grumbled about "stupid boy with that stupid little fairy!". Then he'd start mumbling to himself and casting pointless little spells. He's weird.

I stared at the bloody little blob that used to be a fairy, wondering what all it could have done. Did it have magic powers? Could it cast spells? Or was it just a useless little orb like I thought it was? I decided to ask Blue Eyes; also known as my pet.

"Did it have any…special abilities or anything?"

He didn't say anything, so I tempted him by grabbing the hilt of my sword. He answered quite quickly after that.

"She…she could tell me my enemy's weaknesses…"

"Oh? Could she find out my weakness?"

"N-no…She couldn't…and then you…" he started outright crying after he said that, which perturbed me. The almighty Hero was crying. Like a child; again. First a child's fit, now crying over a silly little orb of light. Great…

He just lay there, crying like a little baby, making me feel awkward. I sighed and leaned back, my head lying on a root that was protruding from the tree. How I wanted to molest my pet, but his crying bothered me. I HATE crying. Hate, hate, hate. Yes, yes, yes. I was tempted to hit him, but that might bruise his pretty face. Anywhere else and it just wouldn't be fun for me.

Except that nasty little area between the legs, but let's not go there.

I could twist my sword again, but he would probably just cry harder. What to do, what to do? Lay there and wait, I suppose. What else was there to do?

…Touch him…?

"Molestation, temptation, vacation,…masturbation." I giggled, grinning insanely as I played with his hair. The golden locks rippled in between my fingers, leaving an odd feeling that I absolutely loved.

I sat up again as I played with his hair some more, braiding small strands as I listened to him sob to his heart's content. "Pet…PLEASE please please PLEASE stop crying. Master doesn't like Pretty Blue Eyes crying…"

This, for some reason, caused him to cry even harder.

"Noooooo…"

I stuck my tongue out and stopped messing with his hair as I waited. For what? For him to stop crying, of course. This, however, took a long, long, long time. He wouldn't stop crying! I was sitting there for a long time and he still hadn't stopped those nasty, crystalline tears. It was getting on my nerves. My eye started twitching and the small string that attached me to my self-control was near breaking.

And before I knew it, I had slapped his pretty face as hard as I could.

The slap echoed across the empty, hallow room. I was shocked that I had hit him, but I was extremely pleased that he had stopped crying. After my hand stopped stinging I peered down at his face. His eyes were wide and brimming with tears, his cheek was a bright red, both from his crying and the slap he had just received, and his beautifully pink-tinged skin was streaked with tears.

"…Oh, I'm sorry. Did I just hit you?" I asked pleasantly, taunting him, though meaning my words at the same time. I honestly hadn't meant to hit him, and I didn't want to bruise his pretty face. "You'll survive, will you not?" I asked in spite of myself. It was more of a stupid statement on my part. Of course he'd survive. I think I just said it so he wouldn't freak out and start crying again.

He swallowed hard when I began wiping his tear-streaked cheek with a finger. I was having thoughts of molesting him again since he'd stopped crying, and planned to take action on my ideas. I poked at his face, causing his breath to hitch, and a giggle to erupt from my throat. I leaned over and ran my hand down his damp tunic, grinning madly when he gasped at the pinch I gave to his left nipple.

Simply lovely.

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Ooooooh! I'm sorry! Such a bad cliffy! But maybe it'll make you come back for more, kuz next chapter's gonna be nasteh :D

I'm so mean to Navi, lol.

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