WAH! i thought i had this chapter up on here! o.O i'm losing it!

Dark Link: ahem. yes, well as you know, she doesn't own Link or me, or any of the other LOZ characters. She does own all the others characters, especially Yuki and Rikuo.

Me: my babies! Also, there will eventually be mansex, though it will take a while. No complaints:shakes finger at audience: so yeah. Also, things are getting a tad angsty in this chapter, so just warning ya. Oh, and some heavy swearing going on in this chapter too, just so you know. Hope you don't mind.

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"Dark Link, where the hell were you? Hmm?" asked a menacing voice, deep and dark. The thief flinched slightly at the harsh tone, looking away. "None of your business!"

"Oh, Is that so? Have you forgotten whom you're speaking to?" The voice took on a more lighthearted tone, but all those around him knew it was just for show. When Dark Link refused to answer, the bulky figure got up from his seat at the front of the darkened room. His minions moved from their seats, circling the two so Dark Link had nowhere to go. "Have you forgotten that I'm the one who saved your sorry ass? The one who pulled you off the streets? The one who got you out of the 'Happy Mask' house? The one who covered up your father's death…"

"Don't you dare bring that shit up! I don't need to be preached to by the goddamned devil!" the man shouted, standing his ground. He was sick of being the follower. He was sick of it!

"Well, well, well… look at who grew a backbone," the voice cackled, a few of his men chuckling softly with him before he cut them off with a wave of his hand. He ambled up to Dark Link, noting his balled up fists. "Now, now, no need for that. All I ask is you learn your place."

"Never. I'm not your fucking lapdog you goddamn motherfucker!" swore Dark Link bitterly, glaring up at the man with hatred burning in his fiery eyes. The broad man's face suddenly darkened as his hand shot out, gripping Dark Link by the throat. The thief gagged, clawing desperately at the fists in hopes of getting rid of them. However, they went unmoved. "Don't you dare speak to me like that you fuckin' bitch! You will do as I say for as long as I say, is that understood!"

"Hck… you fucking…augh… bastard!"

"Is that understood!" the man demanded, now lifting Dark Link off his feet. He swore incoherently, stars appearing before his clenched shut eyes. As much as he hated it, he had no choice. "...fine!"

"Good," the man stated, letting go of the thief and watching as he fell to his knees, his body shaking as he coughed uncontrollably. He wouldn't be doing that again. Well, at least, for a month or so. Then he would have to teach him again. He always did. "Alright boys, show this good-for-nothing slut to his room. I don't think he'll be able to make it on his own. And make sure to tuck him in nice and tight."

"…Fucking son of a bitch," Dark Link swore under his breath, earning a swift kick to his gut causing him to double over even more. "You should be gracious. If not for me, you would still be a fucking slut for that whore house. But if you still don't like me, I could always give you back…"

"Never! I'm not going back there!"

"Then you will be a good boy and do as you're told?"

"Alright…"

"Ahem?"

"…Master."

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"Link Lennings, Yuki Osara, Rikuo Saerchi, to the Chief's office. Link Lennings, Yuki Osara, Rikuo Saerchi." The officer sighed in annoyance as the speakers blared his name. It was no doubt about the Dark Link case and Link was not in the mood to deal with it. It may have been four days since that night (A/N making it Tuesday), but a lifetime probably wouldn't make him feel any better about.

But duty called, so he got up from his seat and headed to the elevator. Yuki and Rikuo had gone off for some "coffee" (in which Link knew that what they were actually doing had nothing to do with coffee… at least he hoped not) and would no doubt be up shortly after him.

The elevator was crowded, like always. One had to wonder why there were so many people running from one floor to another…

But Link didn't particularly care. He was still trying to decide if he really wanted to stay on the Dark Link case. He felt hesitant about staying on it, worrying about what the thief might pull next. Then again, staying on the case and finally catching that jerk would be really satisfying. And of course, there were other reasons (lots in fact) for why he shouldn't stay, but in the end, something always tipped the scale and made him decide it was best to stay. What that variable was… well he decided not to think about it.

The elevator came to his floor and in his daze he almost missed it. Luckily, someone bumped him and woke him from his thoughts. He stumbled forward, escaping the overcrowded space before standing and patting himself down, ridding himself of dirt and the likes. This scene reminded him of his first time to the Chief's office. Ugh.

Voices wafted down the hallway as he walked up to the Chief's office. It sounded like… Rikuo?

"Goddamn it Chief, you've got to be shitting with me!"

"No one is shitting anyone Saerchi! I want you there and to trail that guy and that's final!"

"But Chief, shouldn't we just arrest the man or…"

"I'm afraid not Osara. We have a basic idea of what he looks like, and the moment he makes a move, that's when you'll catch him."

"But…!"

"Excuse me?" Link interrupted, opening the door cautiously, hoping not to get hit in the turmoil like the last time he went to see the Chief and the two were arguing. Ronalds grinned at the detective. "Ah, Lennings, glad you could make it."

"Of course sir. May I ask what's going on?" Link inquired. He was worried about whatever it was that was pissing Rikuo so badly.

"Well, I was telling them about your outing. The Museum of Fine Arts is having a special celebration next Tuesday for the new exhibit. I assume you've read about it in the news."

"Yeah, I think I remember something about that. Some sort of jewelry exhibit isn't it?"

"Exactly. And, if our sources are correct, that is going to be Dark Link's next target. Because of this, I'm sending you three to the party. You are to act like guests and simply keep an eye out for the perp. If you spot him, trail him and see if he makes a move."

"But I don't get it Chief. If we know what he looks like, shouldn't we just grab him at the door and bring him down?"

"That's what I said!" yelled Rikuo, glaring at Ronalds. The old man sighed, rubbing his temples in annoyance. "Look, we don't actually know what the guy looks like exactly and after some resent mistakes, we can't afford to put an innocent man behind bars."

"What the hell! How many guys do you know who have grey hair but are in their twenties!" Rikuo argued, slamming his fist against the desk for emphasis. Yuki grabbed his wrists, holding the man's hands in an attempt to calm him. It seemed to work as the man quieted, but he still gave the Chief an evil eye. "Well Chief?"

"I know it sounds ridiculous, but in our current situation with the courts I suggest you try to keep it clean, so no grabbing anyone unless you see them actually do something."

"What if we do know exactly what the thief looks like?" Link questioned, getting odd looks from those around him. He really wished he hadn't said that.

"Link… is there something you're not telling us?" Yuki questioned. Link shook his head, replying, "No, not at all. It's just that after the last encounter with him, I got a pretty good look at his face. I'm pretty sure I could ID him."

The Chief hemmed and hawed before finally saying, "No Lennings, I want you to do the same as these two. Since you know his looks particularly well, I want you to try to find him early on and follow him. Once he makes a move, that's when you pounce. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir."

"Very good. You can go now." The men nodded and exited the office, Yuki keeping a good grip on his partner. He didn't want to risk another out break. As they walked towards the elevator, Link broke the silence asking, "Hey Yuki, how'd you guys beat me to the Chief's?

"Ah, well you see Rikuo and I were getting some coffee…"

"Yeah, right."

Yuki grinned sheepishly at this response. "Fine, we were in the stair well that no one uses. Anyway, we heard an announcement to pick up a message and after grabbing it, the secretary informed us that Ronalds needed us, so we went."

"Alright, what was the message?"

"I'm not sure, but I believe it's for you," Yuki replied, pulling the note card from his pocket and handing it to Link. The elevator doors opened as he unfurled the folded up note, his jaw dropping as he read the content. Neither Yuki nor Rikuo noticed as they boarded the shaft, the doors closing behind them before they realized that Link wasn't with them.

The detective's body was stiff as a board as he stared incredulously at the note. He reread it again and again, but its message was clear.

On the letter, written in the secretaries hand writing was the message:

"Dearest Detective,

I had a splendid time. I do hope to see you again. Please meet me at the bar on 8th tomorrow. See you then.

Yours truly, DL"

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"Goddamn it! Shit!" Link swore angrily, throwing his coat aimlessly as he stomped into his apartment. The room was still fairly bare, which wasn't too surprising considering he had only been in New York for what, four weeks? While that was a decent amount of time, he was also working long hours and the little time he spent at home that he wasn't sleeping, he was answering his mother's worried calls. He had hoped she would get over the lost of her son quickly, but those hopes went unfulfilled as she called everyday it seemed.

But he wasn't calling his mother today. Oh no, not with his current mood.

What the hell was Dark Link thinking, sending him a message at work? Did he have any idea what might happen if anyone figured out what had gone on that evening? Damn, Link didn't like even thinking about the night in and of itself, let alone did he want to think of what would happen if anyone found out. Shit, what was Dark Link thinking!

"Damn it all…" he muttered to no one in particular, brushing his papers and such onto the floor before sitting down on the coach. Speaking of Dark Link, what was Link to do? Should he go and see what the thief wanted… no that was a dumbass question. Of course not. He would be happy to never see that bastard ever again.

It was then that that damnable logic came to bug him once again. Why then, it asked, was he so damn pissed off about this whole thing? It was just a date. It's not like he hadn't ever gone on a date before; hadn't ever kissed a guy. But the fact that that good for nothing jerk could make him swoon… wait, did it say swoon? Augh… this was getting nowhere. He wasn't going and that was that. No ands, ifs, or buts about it.

Satisfied with this, Link ran his hands casually though his hair before getting up to take a relaxing shower. He wasn't going to let this bother him anymore. He wasn't going to go out with the guy anymore and hopefully would put the bastard in jail. Easy enough, right?

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"Alright, I think that's enough boys. Lets get out of here and have ourselves a good time," announced one of five men dressed in black, his foot grinding Dark Link's face into the carpet. The men nodded, a couple spitting at the beaten man as he lay curled up on the floor. His body was racked with pain, but he couldn't show that agony to those bastards. It would only make the beating twice as bad. Not that he minded keeping still. He was used to it. He had tried to fight back when he was younger, but he knew better now; fighting back only made things worse. It was better to just stand there and take it without complaint.

As soon as the men were gone, he willed himself to move towards his bed, reaching for the first aid kit hidden under it. He firstly grabbed the bottle of painkiller, knowing it would take a while to kick in. He then went to cleaning and bandaging his wounds. While he should have washed off, or at least rid himself of the blood stained clothes, he didn't bother. Dark Link merely levered himself onto the bed, resting his throbbing head against the mattress. Those bastards had gone as far as to take his sheets, leaving him with a bare mattress. No matter. He was used to it.

He groaned in annoyance, overhearing the boss talking upstairs. He had another of those damn whores. Who was it tonight? Silvia the seductress? Ron the rambunctious? The twisted twins?

The voice of this night's visitor made the man flinch. It wasn't one of the regulars. It was the voice of a young boy. Goddamn… that fucker was mocking him! Making him listen to the poor boy's cries! And knowing the boss, those cries would last until well into the night… Goddamn it!

Dark Link swore angrily under his breath, pulling his knees up to his chest. His arms, his legs, his head… everything ached. Even his heart wasn't spared as the child's whimpers wafted through the thin ceiling. It brought back memories… awful memories. The images of his past flashed before his eyes, his body shaking slightly. He hated remembering. He wished those goddamned memories would just leave him be. Why couldn't anyone just let him be, let him just go peacefully?

Wasn't there anyone out there who cared?

Anyone…

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I care:raises hand:

Dark Link: if you care, then why the hell did you do this to me!

Me: it's called a plot. Any who, you have now seen a little into Dark Link's past. It's kind of…depressing. :sniffle: I was choking up near the end, and I was the one writing it! anyway, please comment. (and sorry for the shortness of this chapter. It couldn't be helped.)