AN: Revel in my complete fic~ And the crappiness of it all~ And... I fail at cliffhangers (I'm sorry.) And, I hope I kept everything correct via my own memory and wikipedia... *sighs* Ah, for SuperSmashGirlBB's bittersweet contest. I forgot to mention that... the quote is the inspiration, and this is not a song fic.

Pairing: Dark Link/Link

Link sighed—he didn't really understand Dark at all, but at least he obtained the answers he needed. His friend had what one would call "Multiple Personality Disorder" (also known as either "Dissociative Identify Disorder" or "Split Personality Disorder"), and he couldn't really cure it. It still helped Link out, all the same.

At least, now, he could understand why he was being harassed at one moment, then ignored the next. It was needless to say that Dark had four other personalities, and he was only seventeen. Link didn't like the latest personality, which only appeared a few days ago—that personality was the epitome of "antisocial". The other three at least greeted him, but the last one only stared at him as if he was something that should be treated like a plague.

Just, maybe, the latest personality would break him out of his curse—he had a habit of falling in love with the new personalities only days after they appeared—but this didn't seem to be the case. He hated that he had to fall in love with Dark, his friend, his… brother.

Link tried his hardest to rationalize it, to convince himself that he wasn't in love with Dark, that he was only loving him like a sibling would, and it worked out. Until the second personality appeared. The one that flirted with him… He shuddered (in what he hoped was horror), remembering that day (two years ago) that Dark was flirting with him.

To think that the day had started off so… normal, only for it to end with Dark saying he had multiple personalities. It was mind-boggling, Link had to admit, though he felt as though he should've known that there was more than one person's personality in Dark…

"Dark, do you mind doing something for me," Link asked, feeling a bit apprehensive asking this new personality a favor (after the second personality's appearance, he didn't want to chance the same thing happening—it involved a kiss… and more.)

"What?" It wasn't a "yes", but it wasn't a "no"—Link should've seen this coming.

This personality had a habit of being extremely blunt, up to the point that no one could ever deny understanding him. At the same time, this side had the habit of speaking as little words as possible, making the questions he asked unclear.

"I was just wondering if you could get something," he replied, trying to keep his voice as upbeat and positive as possible. It was hard to think positively when he couldn't read the other's expression—he highly doubted that Dark showed any expression when he was like this—and he needed some type of reassurance.

"…Fine," Dark replied in a monotonous tone, waiting for more instructions—at least, Link assumed he was.

It was confusing, this side—he contradicted himself, often up to the point that Link had to wonder if Dark was pretending to have multiple personalities. Those thoughts would soon disperse when he remembered some of the things the other personalities had done—Dark couldn't flirt at all, and he wouldn't have put himself in danger if he could help it.

"I was hoping you could get the usual—milk, water, fruits, vegetables, etc. Whatever you don't get, I can get later." He was almost certain that making Dark obtain too many things would be counterproductive as the other had the habit of wandering around if forced to get a plethora of items—sadly, the habit didn't die with the changing of personalities.

Dark only nodded to him, and disappeared. It wasn't helpful, knowing that the other would return soon, and that he would have to steal some other items. It might have been helping them survive all these years, but he still felt bad about stealing from others who probably needed the food like they did.

If anything, he wished that either one of them could work, if only to make himself feel better about getting all those items that he felt they needed. He knew he damned himself long ago, but it was entertaining to think on a life with a family, with love… He knew that he needed Dark there somewhere, as either a brother or friend.

Link sighed—he should really stop thinking about it when he needed to see Ike for some help. 'Let's hope that he opens up. I really need to know more…'

Closing his eyes, he opened the door to escape to Ike's mansion. It wasn't a far walk, maybe a "block or two" away, and found himself staring up at the huge house. 'I can't help but think it's a bit extravagant for someone who lives by himself.'

Ignoring the now scary décor—it looked as if it was kept horribly—Link brought his hand up to knock on the door. Just as his fist was about to hit said door, he heard some (inappropriate) noises, and decided against it.

Before he could leave, however, he thought he saw a glimpse of blonde hair that he'd recognize anywhere. He had heard Sheik, and presumably Ike, and he didn't want to get any more information. Turning towards the direction of the pathetic room he and Dark lived in, Link scurried onwards on a bleak, surprisingly empty road.

"That was weird," Link muttered. He wasn't used to entering a deserted street (since he was either running around on rooftops or surfing through a street packed with bodies), but he welcomed the silence as well as he could.

"What was weird?" Link was slightly startled at hearing the voice—he didn't expect him to be back so soon, or for the other to find him—but covered his shock. He had to admit that the one skill was one of the best to obtain as a thief.

"So you're back," he stated, ignoring the question. As to the questioner himself, Link didn't feel like explaining why he thought all of this was weird—it would only detract him from his original purpose which was to find out why Dark was here right now.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be? I told you I'd come."

"Dark, I thought you were going to run to Ganondorf again."