Ah! So… busy… AUGH! God, someone just shoot me. T.T

Ahem, sorry, but I've been so busy. I know you can't really tell since I'm now putting up a chapter pretty quick but don't let it fool you. I am so busy it's not funny. Today was the first day for a good four days that I had time to do something for fun. Ugh. I really want to put this guy on hiatus. It'd only be for a month or so, I promise! But I'll wait at least one more chapter before going that far. You'll see why.

Any who, what's Nintendo's is theirs and what's mine is mine. Oh, and thanks sooooooooo much for your comments. I loved them all!

And now, enjoy!

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If you thought that Link's stress ended when his mother left for home, you were wrong. Dead wrong.

"Link?" Zelda inquired, knocking softly on Link's bedroom door, giving him a minute. When there was no answer, she quietly cracked open the door, peering inside with brilliant blue eyes. "Link?" She giggled and walked into the room, sitting down on the bed next to Link who was clad in matching white boxers and undershirt. "Link, you need to get up sleepy head." He grunted and curled up, smothering himself further into his bed. Zelda rolled her eyes. "Link, it's time to get up."

"Uhnn… Go awaay…" Link groaned into his pillow. Zelda simply sat there, grabbing Link by the shoulders and gently rocking him.

"Link, come on you dork. I know you don't like waking up, but you don't have to be a baby about it," she said. He looked up for a second, giving her a dirty look before flopping back down into his pillow.

"Zelda, I just got back from work. Let me get a little nap would ya…?"

"Jeez, don't tell me you've already forgotten!" she cried with mock surprise. He turned his head and glared at her venomously. She gave him a sheepish look before saying, "Don't you remember? We've been planning this ever since your mom left." Link looked at her as if she'd gone mental.

"…Wha?" he asked rather unintelligently. Zelda snickered at him and stood up, spinning around in her outfit. What, was that supposed to explain something? But, then again, the outfit seemed a bit… extraordinary. He tilted his head as he took in the sight. Her shirt was a hot pick with ruffles running along the edge, angling from above her navel one side to mid hip on the other. With it she wore a short, black school girl skirt with pink high rise stockings that came all the way up to the middle of her thighs. On her arms were long black gloves, reaching halfway up her upper arm. Her hot pink/black ensemble, combined with her nicely curled hair and heavy make up left only one question in his mind; What the hell? She looked like she was going clubbing or something…

That's when it all came back to him.

"Link, can I ask you something?" Zelda asked as he handed her a drink. He nodded, sitting on the couch next to her and Yuki. After the whole "coming out" fiasco, he learned that Yuki and Rikuo had walked the twins to their hotel and the four became better acquainted. Because of this his partners went with him to his apartment and all five would hang out there.

"Sure, go ahead."

"Well, it's just that this is my first time in a big city and I've seen a lot of it. But…" she said, biting her lip for a moment. He gave her a funny look.

"But what?"

"Well… I've always heard about how people in big cities have fun so I was wondering…"

"For Christ sake girlie, spit it out," Rikuo stated. She nodded, taking a deep breath.

"I… I was wondering if we could go clubbing," Zelda finally admitted. Link blinked blankly at her, his drink slipping through his fingers. Luckily Yuki managed to flail and catch it before it fell on the ground. "Link? Are you alright?"

"You… want to go… clubbing?" Link asked, shocked. She nodded hurriedly.

"Oh yes! I've always loved a good dance club, and I know that the one's here in New York are far more spectacular! The lights and the dancing and the music… it sounds like a blast!" she squealed. Link managed to smile weakly. Poor thing, she didn't have even the slightest clue…

"Well I… I'm not sure Zelda…"

"How come? Sounds like a good time to me," Rikuo grinned, raising his glass to emphasize his support. "It's been a while since Yuki and I'd taken the time to get out and see a good time. It'd been great."

Yuki nodded at this. "Yes, even I'll admit that every once in a while a night on the town is fun. I think we should do it."

"But… but…" Link stammered, turning to Sheik to try to get some support, only to have the man shrug.

"It would be a new experience."

"…Fine, I see when I'm beat," Link admitted, sinking back into the couch. He didn't really see the attraction to those places; they were dark, loud, crowded… course, he did have to admit, he'd never actually danced in one here; he'd only ever sat at the bar drinking. Maybe he should give it a try… "How about to tomorrow night? (A.N. Tomorrow being Saturday) We can get off work early right?"

"Yeah, that's the spirit," Rikuo laughed. Zelda was practically bouncing off the walls.

"Ooh, this'll be so much fun! I can't wait! Oh, I'll have to find an outfit though… Yuki? Could you go shopping with me tomorrow? I don't have the slightest what I should wear!"

"Uh, yes, of course. Rikuo, can you cover for me tomorrow?" Yuki asked. Rikuo hemmed and hawed, but eventually nodded.

"Yeah, no problem."

"Ooh! And Sheik, you have to come too! We can get you a great outfit!" Zelda squealed. Sheik looked at her oddly for a moment before closing his eyes.

"Sister, I'm sure I can find something with what I've got…"

"Nuh uh! That's all so boring and small town. You need something new. And you too Link!" she decided, turning to look at Link. He must have looked pretty horrified because she frowned ever so slightly. "What? Do you already have a clubbing outfit?"

"Wha—no, I don't. But I'm fine with just a shirt and some slacks…" he insisted, but she certainly wouldn't have it.

"Nope, that won't do at all. But I can't leave Rikuo all alone at work, so I'll just have to pick something out and hope it fits 'kay?" she asked. He grimaced but eventually groaned and nodded.

"Fine. Just nothing that yells 'slut' alright?"

"Aw, spoil the fun why don't you?" Rikuo joked. The four chuckled at Link expense, but he supposed it didn't really matter. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad. Really, just how bad could it be?

"…Ah shit," Link moaned as he let his face hit his pillow again. Zelda looked affronted.

"What? Don't you like it? I think it's adorable!" she said, grinning from ear to ear. Well, at least someone was enjoying this whole thing. She smiled at him before gasping and saying, "Oh, I almost forgot. I got you a really hot outfit. There were some others I liked better, but Sheik and Yuki said that you'd prefer this one."

"Is that so? Dare I ask what it is?" Link said, sitting up. He was still groggy, but most of his senses were working again and his brain was warming up. Zelda smiled even more before digging through a bag; one that she must have brought in with her. Out of it she first pulled a pair of black hipsters, made of a material that looked almost like leather. God he hoped it wasn't. Next she took out a grass green tonic with black lacing at the neckline. There was also black belt to go around it. Well, it didn't look so bad he supposed.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Try it on! I want to know if it fits! It should, unless you really did lose weight…" she contemplated. He shook his head and she smiled. "Well then, it'll be fine. I'll go wait in the hall. Oh, and Link?"

"Yes?" he asked exasperatedly. She smiled innocently at him.

"You do have briefs right? Cause boxers aren't going to fit in those pants." Link stared at her wide eyed and flushed before grabbing a pillow and chucking it at her.

"Out!"

"Alright, I'm going, I'm going," she said, giggling as she shut the door behind her. He chuckled lightly before glancing over to the pile of clothes. He really hoped it would be alright…

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"God… Zelda, do I have to wear this? Couldn't we just go back and…?" Link asked but Zelda shook her head.

"Don't be silly. We're already almost there, so why turn around. Besides," she said smiling, "you look really hot in that."

"No, I just look stupid," Link grumbled irritably. And to think that he thought this might be a decent outfit. The black hipsters were indeed leather and clung to his legs tightly before falling straight down from his knees. God, his ass looked like a bowling ball! If the pants were bad, his shirt was worse. It was loose fitting linen, the belt bringing it in at his waist before it flared out another few inches. The neckline was large, causing one side or another to fall off his shoulder. It was a deep v-neckline too, plunging about halfway down his torso. There was lacing running up the v-neck, probably to keep the shirt from just falling off his shoulders and to the ground all together, but that was mostly it. If Sheik and Yuki thought he'd prefer this to Zelda's other choices, he'd hate to see what she had originally had in store for him.

"No you don't! You look really hot and that's final."

"Ugh… someone just shoot me already…"

"Well, well, this is certainly a new look," Sheik teased as Link walked up with Zelda. They'd all decided to meet in front of the precinct, (whose bright idea was that again?) and from there walk to a club that Yuki and Rikuo knew fairly well. What was it again…? Oh well, it didn't really matter.

"Shut it!" Link warned, irritably pulling at the neckline of his shirt as it fell off his shoulder again. Once in place though, the shirt fell off his other shoulder. God, he just couldn't win with this shirt! He finally looked back up, slightly taken aback by Sheik's outfit. He wore a fishnet tank top with a long trench coat thrown over the top and a loose fitting red tie around his neck. He wore fairly simple black slacks, the only distinguishing feature about them being red patches sown on here and there. Now that was a hot outfit.

Sheik noticed Link's staring and coughed, pulling his coat in closer. "In case you're wondering, it wasn't my choice. Zelda picked it out," he explained, looking pretty embarrassed.

"Yeah, well, at least you look good," Link complained. "I look like crap."

"Hey!" Zelda shrieked. Sheik though gave Link another look over and his brows furrowed slightly.

"Crap? Not at all. You look rather… fetching." Link flushed lightly. He tried to say something in return, but didn't get a chance before a wolf whistle reached their ears.

"Well, well, look at who's all dressed up," Rikuo said as he and Yuki walked up. Rikuo wore a simple sapphire tank top with a black vest, black pants, and a black officer's hat. Yuki wore a long sleeved violet belly shirt with a Japanese symbol on it in black. His pants were black hipsters. Link briefly wondered why everyone else got to look so cool in their outfits.

"You guys look good," Yuki added, smiling at the three. Zelda grinned widely back while Sheik and Link could only smile sheepishly.

"See? I told you guys you look good! You really should trust me more on this kind of thing," Zelda stated with her hands on her hips. Sheik looked as if he had something to say in response, but Yuki interrupted.

"Anyway, we should get going. It'll be a lot warmer in the club." They all nodded, realizing that while their outfits were "hot", they certainly weren't meant to be worn outside in the cold.

As they walked quickly down the street, the road looked more and more familiar to Link. When would he have been here? 'Wait… no it couldn't be…' he thought – rather optimistically – as they soon reached Eighth Street. Don't turn right, don't turn right… ah shit.

"Um, Yuki, where's this place anyway…?" Link asked sheepishly, gnawing slightly on his lip. Yuki turned and looked at him briefly.

"Oh, it's not far now. Just down this street a ways. It's hard to spot from the street," Yuki explained. Link could instantly feel his stomach twist into a very tight knot and tried to swallow the lump forming in his throat. Shit, it had to be that club didn't? Didn't it! Yuki must have noticed because he slowed for a moment as he asked worriedly, "Why, is there a problem Link?"

Link shook his head ruefully, taking a deep breath as he forced a smile to form on his lips. "Nah, it's ok. Just curious." Yuki raised a brow at him, but didn't get anything more out of him.

"Whelp, here we are!" Rikuo announced happily. It may have been about two weeks since he'd last been there, but for Link it seemed like only yesterday. That half-lit neon sign flickered and he knew it was mocking him. It seemed to say, "Well, well, look at that. It's the loser himself. What're you, a glutton for pain? You know he's not waiting for you. He's doesn't want to wait anymore. He doesn't want you anymore." Well, at least that's how Link saw it.

"Ooh, I'm so excited! Come on guys, let's get going!" Zelda chirped, taking both Sheik and Link by the elbow and practically skipping down the stairs two at a time. The young detective shook the sign's taunts from his mind; he was here for fun, right? He needed to get over Dark and that was that. He knew the thief wouldn't be waiting for him, and that was fine. He didn't want him to be waiting for him.

…Because he knew that if Dark was waiting, he wouldn't be able to say no.

With that "pleasant" thought in mind the five-some found themselves partly blinded by brilliant shimmering lights, a whole canvas of color laid out on the floor. Fast paced beats and catchy rhythms filled the room from corner to corner; its sound was like waves crashing down on the dancers. And the dancers, what a sight they were. Men and woman spun, twirled, rubbed, jumped, teased, laughed… all of it intercrossing with one another to create a vibrant quilt that exuded something so alluring that even the shyest of persons couldn't help but jump in, hoping to become part of the man-made living, breathing organism. No one would have ever guessed such a thing existed beyond the unreadable flickering neon sign.

"Wow…" Zelda breathed, standing quite still as to try to take in the spectacle. It was far beyond her small town knowledge and was both frightening and exhilarating.

And Sheik? How was it he put it? "It's certainly… different," he murmured, a bit on the awe shocked side as well. Not as much, but it was certainly there. He'd never seen so much… much… well, he really couldn't think of a word to express it. It just… was.

"Course it's different," Rikuo grinned. "This place's just about the best club around here. Not to mention they have great drinks." Yuki gave him a warning glance.

"Rikuo…"

"…great drinks that I won't get plastered on," Rikuo wisely added. Yuki smiled up at him and nodded.

"It is pretty nice as clubs go. There's not nearly the amount of drugs and stuff that you'd find in most. There's some fairly strict security about that kind of thing. But otherwise they'll let anyone come and have a good time," Yukie explained. He didn't get another word out though before Zelda came out of her stupor, more then ready to jump right in.

"Oh my god this is so cool! Come on Link, let's dance," she offered, pulling at his sleeve. He sighed as he pulled the sleeve back up onto his shoulder. And, of course, it proceeded to fall off the other. Grand.

"Actually Zelda, I was thinking about getting a drink first…" Link apologized. She pursed her lip.

"But Link, I know Sheik won't dance with me," – they were twins Link thought, so it made sense that she wouldn't force him to dance with her – "and… and…"

Yuki and Rikuo stood by watching, glancing at each other momentarily. Yuki had a slightly pleading look in his eye and Rikuo couldn't help but grimace. "But babe… a girl?"

"Oh come on, don't be like that. If anything I would think you'd prefer it be a woman. Certainly won't be tempted you know," Yuki reasoned. Rikuo shook his head.

"Yeah, well, never took Link for your type either…" Rikuo muttered irritably before getting a hard smack on the back of his head. "Ouch!"

"I told you to let that be," Yuki said sharply, a slight blush evident on his face regardless. Rikuo thought on it another moment before finally nodding his head.

"Alright, but only until I say so, got it?"

"No problem love," Yuki replied. He then turned to Zelda, outreaching his hand to her. "Well then Zelda, if you don't mind, I'll be happy to dance with you." And, of course, happy didn't even begin to express her.

"Really! Thank you! Let's go!" Zelda practically shrieked, bounding off onto the dance floor. Yuki ran after her, having trouble keeping up with the excited girl.

This then left an angsty Link, a slightly bitter Rikuo, and a seemingly unmoved Sheik in their wake.

"Well, I'm must say I'm amazed Rikuo," Sheik said. Rikuo gave him a questioning look and Sheik smirked. "I never would have thought you the type to let 'your man' dance with another girl."

"Stuff it. He'll be fine. Besides," Rikuo replied, "I think that girlie's smarter then that. She is your sister after all."

"Yeah, but you guys do realize that she's in full hyper mode, right?" Link questioned. Rikuo stiffened and even Sheik looked slightly panicked. Because, really, it was his sister. There was no end to the trouble she could get into… and, while he'd never admit it out loud, he felt a definite need to make sure she was safe. Again, she was his sister.

"You know, maybe I'll go sit over there," Sheik decided aloud, indicating a couch by the dance floor. The dance floor was lower then the rest of the flooring, four or so stairs leading down onto it. From the couch one would certainly have a good view of the dance floor and its occupants.

"Yeah, I'll come with. You know, keep you company," Rikuo explained. Course, no one bought it. Link sighed exasperatedly and shrugged. He didn't actually think they'd get into any big trouble. Yuki certainly wasn't attracted to Zelda, and vice versa, so no worries there. Besides, those two weren't pushovers. They could fend for themselves.

"Well, you two have fun. I'm heading for the bar," Link said. The two looked at him questioningly.

"You sure? Cause, let's face it, a good looking guy like you, alone? Some punk's going to try to pick you up," Rikuo pointed out. Sheik nodded in agreement.

"If not well more then that. It would be better if you stayed with us."

"Chill out guys, I'll be fine," Link replied calmly. Like he'd let some loser in a club sweep him off his feet. I mean really, how stupid did they think he was? Was it the blonde hair? "I just need to unwind a little, that's all."

"If you're sure…" Rikuo said as Link nodded and headed towards the bar. The two regretfully turned and walked to their own destination, knowing that while they'd be able to see Yuki and Zelda from there, it was unlikely they'd be able to see Link. He really was on his own. But, he could look after himself, right? Of course, no worries.

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Link sighed as he sat at the bar, sitting on one of the cushion covered stools. He rested his elbows on the surface and his head fell into his hands. Why oh why did it have to be this club? To think he actually thought he'd be able to make it through the night. Hah. It'd only been a couple minutes and already he was feeling overwhelmed. To be in a place that had so many emotions attached to it… all of which he wished were never there to begin with. If he could take it back, he'd do it in a heartbeat.

While, yes, it may have been a learning experience, and true, he'd grown and overcome so many pass fears because of it, he still wasn't sure if it had been worth it. There was nothing that was so good that he'd willingly allow his heart to ache so. And oh did it hurt. At night it was always worse. Being in the club where he used to meet Dark certainly didn't help much…

When he looked up, he had to stop a minute before realizing that he wasn't sitting just anywhere; he was sitting in the very spot that he'd always sit when with Dark. "Jeez, talk about insult to injury…" he muttered irritably.

"Hey buddy, looks to me like you need a drink," the barkeep mentioned, leaning against the counter with a small smile on his face. Link looked at him tiredly, taking in the Asian's effeminate features before moaning softly; God, it was the barkeep from his and Dark's last date here. What'd he do to deserve this…?

"That obvious?" Link asked. The man nodded, though he paused for a moment as he seemed to give Link a brief look-over.

"Quite. In fact, you can have drink on me, free of charge."

"Oh, I-I couldn't…" Link stammered but the pretty Asian smiled at him.

"Don't worry about it. I sell so many drinks, no one'll notice a little drink here or there. So, what'll it be?" the barkeep asked again. Link thought a moment, thinking he'd be better off with a regular beer. But then again, there was this sudden urge to get something else… ah screw it.

"Give me a Sip and Go Naked," Link finally decided. Hey, he was already half way down his little memory lane, so why not just race ahead and get it over with? The Asian nodded and was turning when a voice reached the two.

"Make that two Ranmaru," a disturbingly familiar voice stated. The Asian smiled widely and nodded.

"You got it D." D? Wait, wasn't that what that Vaati woman called Dark? It couldn't be…

"So tell me, what's a good looking guy like you doing all alo--?" the voice continued before stopping mid-sentence. Both looked slightly horrified as bright blue eyes met ruby red.

Link gulped heavily as he found himself face to face with a very shocked Dark. Yes, that's right, Dark. Dark Link, the thief that Link had been chasing for months, ended up falling in love with, before being dumped by. He could only guess that he looked just as surprised. Hell, he was already feeling a little dizzy…

"L-Link…?" Dark said, his eyes wide. Link, here? This couldn't be happening. He wasn't supposed to ever see him again. Not only because of The Boss but also because it would have been easier. Cause, ah shit, just seeing his face again made Dark feel ten times more desperate. God Link was beautiful… and when did he start wearing such sexy outfits?

The poor detective could merely nod. His stomach was doing somersaults and refused to let up. His heart pounded in his chest and he suddenly felt extremely warm. Most of his reasoning abilities were gone like that. He didn't even mind as his sleeve fell off his shoulder. But, despite the sudden tightness of his throat, he softly murmured the man's name. "Dark…"

That was the final straw.

Dark couldn't help the smirk that crossed his lips, the soft chuckle. It surprised him, but not as much as the fact that it was all him. No Thief, no nothing. Just him. Just him and his smile as he reached out a hand to the shocked detective.

"Would you like to dance?"

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Now do you see why I have to wait till the next chapter to go on hiatus? Course, I may not even do it anyway. I mean, it's not like this story has an update schedule. You guys would just have to wait longer then usual for more chapters. But the thought of taking a break from updating sounds sooooooo nice… Ugh. Why did I have to get so busy when I finally got to the part I'd been waiting for? T.T Ugh.

But hey, Dark's back! Woot! Let's all party! Oh, and before anyone complains, yes. Yuki is totally dancing with Zelda. IT MEANS NOTHING! You can dance with someone without having feelings for them. I know, cause at the last dance I went to I totally did a weird slow dance/tango/swing dance with one of my girl friends and I can tell you now I don't like girls. But I can dance with them! It is soooooo much fun!

Please comment for they feed my soul and keep me working. More comments, the faster I'll work. That's just how it goes! So comment please!