Yup, I'm back. It's been like… a week and a half? Something like that.
Poe: she's been kind of a lazy bum as of late.
Me: yeah, I have…. But I got the chapter done! Aren't you proud!
Poe: um…. Sure. Me: YAY! And now, the end of the cliffhanger… and then maybe another, (there aren't going to be many good stopping places just to warn you). and don't worry, you guys aren't the only ones you were annoyed with the cliffhanger of doom. my FAC fans weren't happy either. (wait...fans? 0o;)
Poe: and now, on with the story!

(start)

The sound of gun shot echoed eerily through the dark theater. Soon after followed the sound of the bullet falling down the creaky stairs: "clink…clank…c-clink…"

What had Link been thinking? He just shot the guy! He should have given warning or threatened the man or something! But instead he shot him. Why? Why was he so eager to be rid of him? Was it because he was afraid of being assaulted? Or maybe it was something else. Maybe… maybe it was because of the weird feeling in the pit of his stomach he got from just looking at the man. Or the goose bumps he got from that seductive voice and sensual smile. Or maybe he was curious to find out what made the man tick. Maybe, just maybe he…

"Clunk!" echoed the bullet as it hit the stage below. It was then that Link realized that the bullet had landed somewhere over his head. If he had shot the man, the bullet should have stayed in the corpse or landed on the other side of the stage. What was it doing over there? And what on earth was that weird… well he didn't really know what to call it, but pressure was probably the best way to explain it… pressure on his mouth? And why the hell was he bothering with asking himself! He should just open his eyes and figure it out. Wait… why were his eyes closed anyhow…?

Link opened his eyes slowly, everything blurry but getting clearer as his eyes opened wider. Was…was that Dark Link? And if so what was he…?

Oh God.

He was kissing him.

"Mhhg!" His words were muffled by the soft lips locked with his. Dark Link seemed to smirk (Link could feel it against his mouth) but didn't let go. He had his hands wrapped around the detective's wrists again and had them pinned above his head. The gunshot was fired off in the opposite direction then it's target, which Link wasn't sure if he was relived by this fact or not.

Link strained against the hold, trying to move his head and brake out of the kiss. But it wouldn't be that easy. Dark Link nipped at his full lips, biting a little harder when he tried to turn away. All his yells for help went unheard against the figures mouth, all his cursing muffled. His hands balled up into fists, his body still fighting, while deep down he knew he couldn't escape. He went through every trick in the book mentally, but everything he thought of, he couldn't do. As he fought, it became harder and harder. He was pushing himself too far, his muscles to the point of shivering with exhaust. Maybe he should just give up. Besides, this whole thing wasn't all that bad…

Whoa. Where the hell did that thought come from?

After a minute of two, Dark Link unattached his lip from his prey's, smiling softly at the heavy breath that gently caressed his mouth. He was definitely a keeper.

"Well detective, I got what I wanted to know. Thank you for your time."

"Wha…what the hell are you talking about? You perv!" Link spat, his senses coming back to him. Dark Link merely chuckled in response. "I'm afraid my time has run out. If you're so interested, why don't we meet up sometime? Say…Friday?"

"Excuse me!" Link was truly baffled. Was…was he asking him out?

"If you're not busy, meet me on Friday at the dance club on 8th. Say…eight? Nine o'clock?"

"…eight's fine…" Link replied softly. He wasn't going because it was a date. He was going because Dark Link was a major criminal with little known about him, and it may have been the only way to get the jerk off of him. Those were the only reasons. At least, that's what he wanted to believe. Dark Link smiled at the response, and the detective's heart quickened slightly. It was a real smile. Not an "I'm going to get you" sort of smile. He could feel his lips curl slightly before realizing what he was doing. What the hell!

"Now get off," he muttered, trying to sound pissed off, but coming off as disheveled. The figure on top of him chuckled. "But of course detective. Don't want to keep your fellow officers waiting… but then again, I don't like to wait either and right now seems just a good as Friday…"

"…you bastard. Get. The. Fuck. Off. Me. Now."

"Alright Lennings…" There was a sound of metal clanking and suddenly his whole world disappeared into a huge cloud of smoke. Damn! A smoke bomb! Link hacked and coughed irritably, unable to swear with the substance stuck in his throat. The weight on his stomach and wrists disappeared as well, a gay chuckle echoing softly. Gay…that was truly an odd word. It had two totally different meanings, but yet it fit them both. And as the echoed softened, Link couldn't help but think that the laughter would have fit with either definition. Odd…

"Link! Are you up there!"

"Yuki!" Link bellowed before falling into a fit of coughing. Footsteps thundered up the rickety staircase and soon the detective could recognize the face of his friend Yuki. "Link, oh God are you hurt!"

"I'm, I'm f-fine…" Link stuttered as he tried to sit up. Suddenly pain swept through him, its origin his bruised abdomen. He cried out, clutching his stomach. He had pushed himself too hard and now he was paying the consequences. "Ahgh…"

"Link! Oh God…You! Call an ambulance! Rikuo, Hurry! Help me get him down from here." Yuki ordered. No one dared argue as the security guard grabbed his radio to call for help. Link shook his head irritably. "No! I'm fine…ugh… r-really, I don't need a doc—"

"Don't bother kid. Just do what he says." Rikuo suggested, kneeling down and cradling Link in his arms. The young man gave a chortled yelp before coughing into his hands, his whole body shaking with each hack. Yuki put a hand to his head in worry before rushing down the stairs to look out for the health personnel. "Really…I'm fine…Dark…Link's…"

"Don't worry about him. We'll get him one of these days." Rikuo replied encouragingly. His words went unheard though as Link fell into unconsciousness. 'Dark…Link…'

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"Well doctor? How's Link?"

"Hm? Oh yes, well it's nothing too serious to worry about. Mr. Lennings here just overworked his arm and leg muscles."

"Then why was the kid clutching his gut?"

"Ah, nothing more then an ugly bruise. It will heal with time."

"How long will Lennings be out?"

"Well, if he gets enough rest he should be up and running by tomorrow evening, if not earlier. You know how detectives are."

The conversation going on around him didn't bother Link too much. He should have expected as much. He was lying in a hospital bed with a wire or two hooked up to him, but those didn't matter either. What mattered was the awful pain that lingered in his body, never getting worse but not getting any better either. Did the doctor really think he could rest with this god awful pain?

"Uhnn…" Four heads turned to face Link as he opened his eyes hesitantly and moving to sit up. The doctor, a younger woman, smiled softly while pushing back her long golden hair. The Chief gave him a smirk. Rikuo raised an eyebrow at him and Yuki's face brightened incredibly fast. "Link! Thank god you're ok."

"Yeah… ugh…" the detective cringed slightly as the pain increased ten fold. Damn it all… "Mr. Lennings, please lay back down. You're not particularly injured, but that doesn't mean you can just get up and leave."

"But…"

"You heard her Link. If the doctor says to lie down, then lay down." Rikuo said. Link glared back. "But—"

"Link, lay down!" Yuki hissed. Everyone but Rikuo shivered at the strong tone. And here the detective didn't think that Yuki could be anything other then a perfect angel. "…alright already. I'll lie down. Uhn…"

"Good. If I hear you've been causing problems, I swear Link I'll…I'll… I don't know but I'll do something so don't be a pain in the ass." Yuki ordered. He was a really demanding guy wasn't he? Soon after that, the doctor shooed the men out telling them she needed to give a physical exam. As they headed out, Rikuo said, "See you later kid. And don't worry about Yuki. He always gets a little control-freaky when he's worried. You should have seen him when we first got here. He was crying and yelling and ordering the whole staff around…"

"Rikuo!"

"See? Now get better soon. He never let's me fuck him when he's like this."

"RIKUO!"

"Later." Rikuo rushed off, leaving Link alone with the doctor. She closed the door gently and jotted down some notes on her clipboard before looking up. "Alright Mr. Lennings. Now if you'll please hold still while I do my thing."

"Sure, whatever." He replied. She pulled his sheets off and commenced to poke and prod, asking if it hurt. He thought it would have been better if she skipped that and just asked how damn much it hurt. She then stripped him of his shirt, and it was then that he realized why his stomach hurt so badly. There was a dark welt that was black and purple with sickly green and yellow surrounding it. Holy crap… "You sure my stomach's ok?"

"Don't worry Mr. Lennings. You're actually lucky the bruise is like this. Nothing was critically hurt and this bruise will go away in a matter of days. Honestly, considering this came from a street fight, I'm surprised you fared so well." He gave her an odd look. He had been in some bad fights before, but this was probably the worst. But she thought he was lucky? "What do you mean? My muscles hurt like hell and my stomach looks like I've been hit with a giant metal bat. That's lucky?"

"Wait, you transferred recently didn't you?"

"Yeah."

"I see. Well Mr. Lennings, here in New York, street fights are far worse then they are where you probably come from. They literally do use metal bats, along with other such objects. They also tend to go for vital organs, but considering you were hit where nothing permanent is done, I would almost say this Dark Link character didn't really want to hurt you too badly." The doctor explained. The thought struck Link as, well, odd. But then again, maybe she was right. The guy did sort of ask him out… ugh! What was he thinking? Was he really going to go on a date with the guy who put him in this awful bed! (Whoa, that hadn't come out right. But that was beside the point)

The answer was yes.

But only because he was an officer. He was only doing it to find out some info on Dark Link and that was it. He had no other feelings whatsoever. Well, those goose bumps he got when he was around the guy set aside. "You don't say. OUCH! Damn it woman…"

"Oh stop that. I'm almost done. Now I want you to rest. That means lying down and maybe getting some sleep if you can. The more you rest, the sooner you'll be out. Am I understood?"

"Yeah yeah, just get your hand off of my sto—AGH!

"Oops, I'm so sorry Mr. Lennings. Now I need to go see some other patients. Rest up won't you?"

"Yeah, whatever…" Link muttered as the doctor left. Oh god, could things get any worse? He lost to a criminal, was groped (in a sense), was kissed, and now was lying in a hospital bed. Nope, probably couldn't.

Then again, there was Friday night.

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"God… why the hell am I doing this again?" Link muttered to himself, turning down 8th street for the third time. When he had finally gotten out of the hospital, he had gone back to work. Yuki was extremely relieved and was constantly asking Link if he was ok. He of course told the man every time that yes, he was perfectly fine. Was he sure? Yes, he was sure. Really? Damn it… yes he was fine.

Of course, his leave didn't stop the work from piling up. Yuki and Rikuo had taken care of some of the files since Link was now working with them, but there were still some left over. Even now that he was on a real case, he still had little ones that would pile up. Damn…

Usually it wouldn't have been a problem, and it shouldn't have been a problem, but it was. He was far too distracted. He constantly worried about Friday. Should he really go? Was it safe? Why the heck was he even going? Then again, why not? Of course, there were a lot of answers to the last question, but none of them seemed to matter in the end.

After getting off work he went to his apartment, showered, got dressed and jumped in his car. He now wore loose fitting black jeans that hung from his hips and a lively green shirt that, for reasons unknown to him, always brought out his blue eyes. And of course, he had a black tie around his neck. What could he say? He liked his ties.

The outfit though would do no good though if he couldn't find the place.

Wait… was that it? Yeah, that had to be the place. After five minutes of looking for parking, Link stepped out of his car and headed to the doorway. It was no wonder it took so long to find. It was a set of steps leading down to a small door with a little neon sign above the frame. It was written in extremely curvy letters, half of which didn't light up, so he couldn't see what the name was. Shrugging, he opened the door expecting a small dance club like the ones at home. Boy was he mistaken.

Inside laid a huge dance floor with spotlights of every color dancing around the room. The floor was crammed with dancers, little more the three to four inches between them, if that. As he watched, he couldn't help but note that the dancing looked more like sex with clothes on then anything else. Women dancing with men, women dancing with other women, men with men… it was mind-boggling to the small town cop. He had never seen anything like this in his life. And as much as he hated to admit, he was fairly fascinated by it.

Finally pulling his eyes away, he looked around and spotted a long bar with cushioned stools by it. He had no idea how he was supposed to find his "date" so he may as well enjoy a good drink. Strolling over, he sat down and looked for a menu, but saw none. That was odd. How was he supposed to know what to drink?

"Hello detective. I wasn't sure you would come." Link jumped and put a hand to the handle of his gun. He got a chuckle in response as the thief known of Dark Link sat gracefully down in the seat next to him. "Now, now, none of that. You wouldn't want to ruin the evening, would you?"

(end)

Hah! finally made it here! (has been waiting for the date)
Poe: wow... it took you four chapters to finally get to the part you wanted?
Me: yeah… but that aside, I'll admit Dark Link got a little rough there, but what can I say? He's Dark Link! He's sneaky, smart, sexy, lustful, kind of pervy and overall… himself. In all honesty, I made him a little too soft in my last fic.
Dark Link: yep! (smile) what can I say? I love Link so much, it hurts.
Link: yeah… hurts me!
Me: any who, please comment. It helps end my laziness. (and the random "bumbumBUM!"'s are actually breaks in the story. doesn't like my way of making breaks, so you'll have to deal with it. sorry)