*Well, i'm going to be 100% honest that I had no idea this would do as well as it did. Like, real talk, the support I have gotten so far is AMAZING, and it really helps me to keep writing.
*Now, you're not here to listen to me ramble, (Unless you are then… Sorry,) so there probably won't be many of these, k? K.
*Oh, and writing bits of this at… 12:18 AM. Not good for health.
*BTW, when I wrote the price for the hotel in Boston, thats in the low range. When I went to see Lindsay Stirling (Not sure if thats how her name is spelt,) we stayed in a $120 a night hotel. And thats on the cheap end! The normal ones were are $200 to $400. Yeah.
*Oh, and i'm going to try and make these AT MINIMUM 1000 words a chapter— but they probably will be more. This one already is. (Future me)
*Last thing, promise. Listening to a lot of electro swing music. Really gets you in the mood to write something about a mafia— I recommend you check it.
*A-a-a-a-a-a-and… Begin!
"Damn, that was close," Sheik mumbled, sliding down the door back at their base of operations.
"Speaking of which," Midna snapped, "what the hell was that Dark!? You almost got us all arrested! Not to mention your probably have the, "Hero's," on our backs now— and with everyone were fighting with now…" Midna trailed off.
Dark sighed.
"Was it stupid; yes, did it happen; also yes— and we cant change it, so now we have to deal with it."
"You don't seem that concerned considering you just endangered the lives of hundreds of people!" Midna shouted, pointing an accusing finger at her boss.
"What are you talking about? Thats dull Monday," he humored.
"I'm serious Dark. Your brother could have lied his way out of getting arrested, and if so he will not be happy. I know I wouldn't be."
"You get mad about a lot of things," Dark said, finally sitting up from where he was and beginning to pace around the room.
Midna angrily sighed.
"Never mind then," Midna mumbled, "apparently I can't get anything through your thick skull. I should go join Gannon, at least he has common sense…" Minda grumbled, sulking off to another room.
"Speaking of Gannon, did you ever hear what Nabooru had to say," Sheik asked.
Dark made a sound reminiscent of that of a child being reminded to do their chores.
"No, I didn't," Dark said with a sigh, "I suppose I should."
He took out his phone and selected the first message and put his phone to his ear.
"Dark, I have an offer for you if your still alive. Surprised? You really shouldn't be, news spreads fast in the underworld. Anyway, if your alive, I am willing to help you go hunt down the pitiful bastards that attempted to kill you, because I have some leads. Call me back if your interested."
The call ends.
"If anyone is able to figure out who went after me it's her. She has some of the most reliable information in the underworld, although if things get sketchy she won't hesitate to stab her client in the back, thats for sure. She's also a great thief and con artist; involved in some of the biggest heists in the area. She'll even sell info from her own clients to other people if you pay her more than the previous offer," Dark said.
"So she's in it for the money? That doesn't seem all that reliable," Sheik mentioned.
"She's not, which is why I tend to avoid her and her boss. Ganon is even more of a back stabbing snake in the grass," Dark trailed off.
"Funny thing is, I used to work for him a while back, and ile say I would have gone to Hell, but I was all out of vacation days."
"Damn, he really that bad?" Sheik asked, pulling up a chair.
"Oh, he was worse than bad. He was cruel, deceitful, unfair, and 1/4 of Satan. To be honest, you never realize how toxic someone is until you breath fresher air."
"Well, then… Right! You had another message from Nabooru."
"Oh, yeah, right."
Dark took his phone back out and selected the next message from Nabooru.
"I forget to mention something in my last message," Nabooru pauses for a moment, "You see, sometimes not saying anything is the best answer. You see silence can never be misquoted, especially since honestly is a very expensive gift, don't expect it from cheap people."
The call ends.
"Thats it?" Sheik asked.
"No, she was being all proverbial. What she meant by that is sometimes its best to stay quite so rumors don't spread and you stay out of trouble, and the next part was talking about how her business works. She's not going to say much of the truth if you don't pay her a lot of money."
Sheik mouthed matched an, "o."
"I don't have time to deal with her right now, I have to begin packing for my plane ride to Boston to meet up with Zant. I will call her back when i'm back here,"
"You're going all the way to Boston to see Midna's brother? She's not going to be all happy about that you know."
"Exactly why i'm not going to tell her."
"Your horrible you know that," Sheik said, beginning to walk out of the room, and Dark just shrugged and went to grab his suit case.
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The next day soon approached and Dark was driving to the airport without the knowing of Midna.
He arrived, and found a parking spot without to much trouble and called someone up to take his car.
He stepped out of the vehicle and took his suit case which was rolling behind him. Dark began walking the rest of the way to the airport. He parked about a half of a mile down from it to avoid traffic, which it worked.
Suddenly, he heard someone shouting at him, and he stopped walking and turned around, and found someone in a sweatshirt with his hood over point a knife at him.
"Give me all your money and no one gets hurt jackass," the man shouted.
Dark sighed and looked at his watch.
'He clearly doesn't know who I am. Well, the shadow from my hat does cover most of my face.'
"Look, kid, I don't have time for this. If you know who I am, you'll leave and go on with your life. Other wise, you're really~ not gonna like what happens next."
The man growls and lunges at Dark with a battle cry, and he just sighs and holds his ground.
But, just as the knife was just about to pierce his clothing, he grabbed the youths wrist and drags him up to his level, tightening his grip with increasing pressure.
The man's eyes widened as he looked up at Dark.
"Y-Y-Your," he stuttered, realization of what he had just done washing upon him. "S-Sorry sir, I-I didn't know it was you. I-If I knew you were the boss of the Demons of Hyrule at the time, I-I would have—"
"Kid," Dark interrupted the man, effectively cutting him off.
"You know how many times I've heard that before? Most of those people that said that ended up dead."
He noticeably stiffened.
"Your just lucky you got me in a good mood," Dark smirked at him. "Tell you what. Ile make you a deal."
The man gulps.
"Instead of me pulverizing you so much it looks like a Kool Aid factory exploded, if you can get out of my sight in the next 20 seconds, I won't murder your ass. Deal?"
The man hastily nodded.
Dark drops him and out of instinct the man begins the rub his wrist with aspirations of trying to relive the dull ache on his wrist with a bruise already forming.
"That means now," Dark said bluntly, looking at his wrist watch.
"O-Oh!" The man shouted in realization, swiftly running away down the street with a right.
"Little prick. I have to hasten now if I want to make it on time," Dark grumbled and continued his pace to the airport.
The plane ride was of little trouble, although when he had made it through security they hadn't even found his pocket knife in his stash pocket. He got on the plane for his flight to Boston and had kept his luggage with him the whole time in the seat next to him since it had been empty.
The four hour flight didn't last long for him— in fact it went by quite quickly.
After he left the airport he took a cab to a nearby hotel that was around $200 a night. The very next day he had to meet Zant at the Boston stadium, so he decided to go to bed early so he would have enough energy to spend a day with Midna's narcissistic brother.
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The next day quickly arrived, with him walking up at 8:30 to get breakfast and meet Zant at 9:00. Dark quickly got dressed and grabbed a bagel from the dining room where you got breakfast and walked out of the hotel to the stadium which was only about 20 minuets from where he was walking. Something Dark had remembered from being in Boston is that the roads are horrible, and it can take an hour in a car what would be a 5 minuet walk.
It was lightly raining by the time he arrived, and found Zant sitting close by with his head in his phone.
"Hey," Dark called, grabbing his attention and having him put his phone away.
"Long time no see," Zant said, extending his hand of which Dark should.
"Well, at least we know he didn't kill himself," Zant said with a chuckle.
"Honestly, I'd rather I did. This is worse."
"I'm I really that bad?"
Dark chuckled.
"Well, considering I told myself that I would come here and listen to what you have to say without trying to end your life, but 30 seconds in and I'd rather kill myself— yes."
"Well, if you never want to see me again, have you ever considered being a productive member of society?"
"Why would I ever want to be like you and all the other neanderthals on this planet? You're all a bunch of sheep following blind leaders. The blind leading the blind, disgusting."
"If you're so much better than the rest of us then why don't you change things?"
"I could do that, but here's a question for you. Why the fuck would I ever dream about doing something as time-consuming as ruling the human race?"
"What's the point of being great if you're the only one who knows it?"
"What, type of fool-no, wait… you actually have a point."
Zant smirked in triumph, and Dark just rolled his eyes in response.
"Well, either way, my job is not an easy one. Nobody could just wake up one day, and decide they wanted to be someone like me, I mean, that would just be insane. It takes guts to do what I do. Guts and persistence."
"Well, heres a question. You put your life on the line, but for what?"
"Would you believe me if I said I have nothing better to do?"
"No reason? You're a strange one."
"Perhaps I am, but have you ever looked in the mirror and thought maybe the guy I'm looking at is the one that's crazy and everyone else is sane?"
"Pshh, yeah, you're a strange one. Make sure you keep your hands to yourself. I don't want to catch your crazy."
"But either way, I need your help with something," Zant said.
"I'm not helping you."
"I didn't expect that you would, now let's go."