A/N: I have some news fans. I know this'll probably won't rock your world or anything. Sort of why I'm updating this before anything else. But… I've come up to something and well, this is going to be my last fanfiction story. Meaning that I'm going to stop writing new stories. Therefore, no more Vincent, no more of my sarcastic writing, I'm leaving fanfiction writing with this one story. Probably the only hands-on writing I'll have after this is done is the crossover between Shinobi Kitten and I, Between Love and Hate.

But who knows how long this story will take. Either way, it's my last.

A Love Not Returned

Zelda curled up closer to the man next to her. She felt a little cold and wanted more warmth. Her head lay on his shoulder and her arm was draped around his waist. It was early in the morning and Zelda was still in dreamland. She must've had a hell of a night. The princess was deep in slumber, her eyelids heavy and weighed down. She mumbled something under her breath and scooted even closer to her lover. It was times like the one she was in that the worries of being a princess escaped her. She was happy but as soon as she woke up, she'd have to start covering up her actions. Should've thought about it and waited Zelda. She groaned as the sun rose higher into the sky and started to shine it bright rays over her closed eyes. Zelda's eyes fluttered open and she slowly sat up in bed, her hand keeping the sheets over her breast.

She looked over to the sleeping male beside her. She started to shake him, "Vinnie, you have to get up."

He groaned, "I told you not to call me that." He sat up in bed and put his feet on the cold floor. "Have you seen my shirt?"

In case you have been wondering, you assumed the right thing. Half a month has passed since Malon decided to leave Vincent and be with the Gerudo. To keep it sweet, Zelda scooped Vincent up and decided to be his number one. Vincent would've been a bit more apprehensive about being with Zelda, if Malon was still near by. And she wasn't. Maybe Vincent did love being with Zelda. Maybe he did prefer blonde, sexy princesses. Maybe he and Malon just weren't meant to be. But it just doesn't matter anymore. Vincent is involved with the princess, and it would've went dandy if they didn't start… you know. S. E. X.

Zelda looked around and then saw it on the other side of the room. She pointed to it, "Its over there."

Vincent pulled up his slacks, laced his boots, and stood up to go fetch his shirt. Zelda couldn't keep her eyes off of him as he walked half naked in her room. He stood with nearly the same fair skin she had, a great upper body, and he was something more that kept Zelda coming back. He pulled it over his head and made sure the sleeved came up to his wrist. He looked back to her, "Next time, don't rip it off me. It stretches…"

"Oh like you were complaining before," Zelda said. "I'm sorry for making you do this."

He shrugged and began his search for his trench coat. "Its nothing Zelda. Silvia probably won't let you live it down if she found out that you were sleeping with someone. It'd be even worse if your dad would to wake up and walk in." He found his trademark piece of clothing and put it on. He fixed the collar and walked over to Zelda. He bent down and kissed her, "I'll see you in a few then…"

Vincent said goodbye and left the room. Zelda sighed and decided to go get bathed and dressed. As the warm water ran down her naked body, she thought back to the people she'd have to tell about her and Vincent. There was her father, obviously. She would have to tell Silvia. Then there were the people who made her bed.

Zelda, get to Link already.

She stopped the water. There was Link to think about. Zelda didn't know what was going to happen with him. She cared a lot for him but… just not like that. He was there for her all the time. He was more like the brother, the close friend, and the one she could run to all her problems with. Anyone else getting that she's just not into the guy? Zelda toweled herself off and then there was a rap at the door. She tied the towel around her and went to answer it. It was Silvia.

Zelda was a beautiful woman, slender features, deep eyes, and simply stunning. But she was pretty much a pampered princess no matter how hard she tried to cover that up when she was younger. A tomboyish princess was a phase. But Zelda couldn't help but feel a little jealous at Silvia who, on the other hand, was drop dead sexy. First things first, and this always got on Zelda's nerves, was that somehow Malon and Silvia had the bigger and greater bust then she did. It not like her breast weren't fine but they were just filled out. You can almost see the wraps busting from Silvia's chest… Then Silvia was toned and curved. If there was an ounce of fat on Silvia, then it was somewhere the sun doesn't shine. That's actually not such a bad thing when you really think about it. Zelda, realize that you have some of the best legs anywhere…

"Oh Silvia, is something wrong?" Zelda asked.

In the same stoic face that she wore all the time, "Actually, its nothing but Link is here." Underneath that façade, she wanted nothing more than to drive one of her needles into Zelda. She really wanted to be in the princess' shoes. Silvia just wanted Link to notice her but she knew that he was in love with Zelda. Silvia figured if they at least loved each other then it didn't matter. He would be happy. That isn't going to stop the pent up jealousy though.

"Oh okay," Zelda added. "Um, tell him to wait and I'll be at the foyer as soon as I'm dressed."

Silvia nodded and turned around to walk to where Link waited. She spotted him looked through the eastern window that rose right to the ceiling. The sun drenched Link in a golden aura that accented his golden strands of heaven. With his right arm propped up on the wall to give him support, Silvia noted that his tunic was getting a little too tight for him. She could've practically counted the muscles that rippled beneath. And Silvia couldn't help but love the green hat that he always wore. "Uh, Link?"

He turned to her, flashing his perfect smile. "What is it Silvia?" he asked. His voice smooth and gentle. "Is Zelda coming out?"

Her face saddened but he didn't catch it. "Oh, not immediately. She has to get dressed first but she'll be with us soon enough."

Then an awkward silence fell. Silvia didn't want to walk away and be rude but nothing was going on between them. Link was waiting for Zelda, not her. She prayed for something to happen. Anything that could just show up and cause some sort of-

Vincent whistled a familiar tune as he walked into the foyer. He had his hands in his pockets and his head up as he nodded over to Link and Silvia. Link and Silvia both had the same thoughts about Vincent. While he made Malon happy, it was hard to get past his arrogant shell that seemed to have been reinforced by Malon's departure. He was more closed off and instead of just being witty, he was just being a smart-ass. Of course, even for the Sheikah, they couldn't see that he only opened up to Zelda.

"Good morning', Vincent," Silvia said.

"Mornin', " Vincent said back. He sighed and leaned against the wall. He stared at both Link and Silvia, "Now this is a pretty picture. Shiekah and hero, too bad no one ever thought of this before."

We know better, right?

Silvia's face fired up and became a beat red. As she turned to hide her embarrassment, Link simply glared down at Vincent. "What brings you here so early in the morning, Vincent?"

"I could ask you the exact same question, Link," Vincent retorted. He smirked. Okay, that smirk was the physical manifestation of the grand ego, all the arrogance, the entirety of his confidence, and all of Vincent's self love. That's why it pissed off so many people. That's why when he didn't have anyone in the world to turn to the smirk has its greatest effect. "You and Zelda aren't together after all, so there's really no reason for you to be here. Wait…" Vincent cupped his ear, "I think I hear another damsel in distress."

Link had enough and stormed into Vincent's face. It didn't matter if he was just an inch or two taller, Link grabbed him by the collar and slammed him up to the wall. "I really don't know what Malon ever saw in you. You've got to be the most self-centered individual I have ever met."

"Oh Link," Vincent said. "And here I don't have anything nice to say about you."

"Link," Silvia said, appearing next to them in a blink of an eye. Boy, are Sheikah's fast. She tried to pry Link off of Vincent, "Come on, just leave him alone. Don't let him get to you."

Link let go of Vincent. Where did this temper come from? "You really should watch that mouth of yours."

"Or what?" Vincent taunted. "You'll hurt me again?" He scoffed, "I don't think so…"

"I didn't know everyone was going to be here," Zelda said as she walked into the room. Either she hadn't listened to Vincent's comment or she was just playing ignorance. Oh Zelda, you can't get blinded by love. Then again, Vincent isn't at total fault. Either way, both of them have to wake up from their surreal dream and smell the coffee.

"Zelda!" Link said ecstatically. His mood did a complete turnaround with her in the room. He began to walk over to her and she did the same.

Cue that sappy love music.

What could've been one of those moments fit for a fairy tale didn't happen as Zelda walked past Link and went over to Vincent. Link stopped and looked over to his princess. Deciding the reason they were so close was that Zelda still helped deal with his loss of Malon. His happiness didn't falter as he turned back. "Zelda, I have something to tell you…"

"Wait, let me go first," Zelda requested. More like demanded really, but she has an image to keep up. She took Vincent's arm in hers, "Um… I'm not sure how to say this but; Vincent and I are sort of together. I love him… and he loves me."

Link's world was rocky as is but this was like taking the megaton hammer and shattering and destroying whatever happiness he had. To figure that Link was going to tell Zelda how he felt about her. And then what happened? Well, there's no need to ask, its pain and simply that all what Zelda delivered to Link. It would've been easier if Zelda took the Master Sword and spiked it through his heart. At least Link knew he wouldn't live any longer with the pain of rejection. And after all he had to do to get to where he was at Link was fed up. He knew life wasn't fair but this was too much.

But he wasn't just going to blow up. Not yet anyways. "Th-that's great Zelda," was the only thing he could mutter. "I have to get going…"

This all seems vaguely familiar. It's like everyone in Hyrule is in love with someone who doesn't love them back. What's going on? This is seriously the last time this is ever going to happen. Let's just hope and ask Link that he doesn't go off the deep end. The last thing Hyrule needs is for a fallen hero to take his vendetta out on the county and its entire people. Now that just wrong and evil…

Vincent coughed. Talk about timing. "Maybe we should stop him Zelda," he said.

Zelda turned to him, "Well, right now, I want a piece of my cherry flavored white chocolate." She put her arms around Vincent and kissed him. "Understand?"

Silvia could not believe how Zelda could be so callous toward Link. How could anyone do that in the first place? Link was a shining example of what a hero should be. He selflessly put himself in harm's way, he traversed through mountains, rivers, forests, and even time itself to bring peace to Hyrule. And all he really wanted was to be happy. Happy with the princess he risked life and limb to save from the clutches of a great evil. But nooooooooo… princess Zelda wanted nothing more than to have a little fun. A little fun with a man who just suffered the greatest loss a man can take. The Shiekah warrior stamped over to Zelda, tore her away from Vincent and slammed her against the wall.

Zelda, wide-eyed and fearful, watched as Silvia brought her left fist up. Clenched with anger, she shot it but intentionally missed her mark and slammed into the wall. Silvia was steamed. She pledged to never let harm befall the princess but there were something that even a princess shouldn't do. Silvia couldn't take Zelda's actions and let go of Zelda before she started to walk away.

Vincent, being the guardian angel that he is, wouldn't let that attempt slide past. He took his usual stride over to Silvia and turned her around. And she caught him entirely by surprise as her left came crashing into his jaw, sending him back and onto his rear end. He rubbed his sore jaw, "That's a hell of a left you got…" Silvia caught his eyes as he looked up at her. And it was then she noticed it… or rather the lack of. Behind his crimson orbs wasn't much except the same arrogant redhead that was getting up. He was different with Malon, when his eyes had the glint of happiness and love. No, this time there were no emotions. It was safe to say that Vincent was emotionally destroyed. Silvia stepped back and then took off; running the direction Link took.

And not far from the castle was Link. He sat below the tree on the way to the castle. Silvia slowed down and approached Link. "Link?" she asked, cautious on how to speak to him. "Are you okay?"

Link stood up, silent in doing so. He looked over to her with his piercing blue eyes. "Silvia, I'm starting to wonder if I'll ever find someone to hold close. To love forever. To take in my arms and grow old with…"

"Link…" she uttered, totally sympathetic. She walked over to him. She didn't dare touch his handsome face. Link wasn't ready and she knew that. Zelda knew the same but decided to use it to her advantage. "I've known Zelda most of my life. She's a great person on the outside but…"

Link looked at her. He stared into her ruby-like eyes with his orbs holding a majestic river. "Say it… I don't care anymore."

"…she's just isn't the princess you love. She's really self centered, she's really vain, and, well, she's a hussy," Silvia said. "You deserve better. You deserve someone who'll love you. Zelda isn't it. I doubt even now that she loves Vincent…"

Link sighed, "I knew something was wrong with him ever since he walked in and came off as a sarcastic jerk. Vincent lost the one person that mattered most in the world. I know now how that feels."

Silvia watched as Link looked down on the ground and began to walk away. She wanted to stop him. She could've stopped him. Oh, what evil mastermind thought it would be perfect enough for Silvia to just let Link go on by himself? "Link?"

"I have to think things through…" he said, without turning back. "Thanks for trying, Silvia. It means a lot…" He kept on walking toward the market place. There was a dark cloud over his golden head that would surely grow more menacing as time progressed. Link wasn't sure about what he was going to do. But he was going to do something.

And Silvia felt this. She knew something was going to happen…