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

Dark glanced at Link, curious as to why his face was a bright red. It seemed as though the other was staring at him (since he caught Link's eyes a few times, only to have the other turn away.) Maybe the other had discovered something disturbing about himself, and found that he hated himself…

Dark shook his head—that would more likely happen to him, and not Link. Link was always optimistic (to a degree), and Dark himself was generally pessimistic. If he had to admit anything, it was amusing to see Link trying to act as if he wasn't affected by something.

"Dark, I think we need to talk," Link said quite suddenly. To say he was shocked to hear Link speak would be an understatement—he could've had a heart attack, to put it bluntly.

"What about," he replied, trying to act nonchalant (but probably failing.)

"I… I know this is going to sound weird but… I—I can't say it." Link was now looking at his feet, a small blush covering his cheeks. "I mean, I want to tell you, but…"

Dark smiled, something rarely seen (as he preferred smirking or frowning), and he couldn't help but to think of Link as adorable. He had accepted that he loved his best friend—it wasn't shocking, considering they pretty much with only the other to depend on—but he hadn't expected Link to start a conversation about this.

At least, he assumed that was the reason Link was blushing and staring at his feet. If not that, he wanted Dark's advice to seducing another person (as Link had no experience with flirting; Dark knew that the other was too oblivious to even pick up some ideas as to how to flirt. Well, that was the case, unless he felt like pointing it out to his hopeless friend.)

"…" Finally, Link sighed, and picked up the conversation again. "I love all five sides of you, but it wouldn't feel right to say that. What I'm saying is that I should only love one of you." Link's voice was getting softer and softer as he kept going, up to the point where it was a near unintelligible mumble—if Dark wasn't close to him (he had walked closer as the silence had grown), he surely wouldn't have understood anything after the first half of the first sentence.

"It doesn't matter if you love us all. At least, to me, it doesn't. I won't ask you to love only one of us, and I'm sure the others wouldn't either." Dark, who should've been able to talk to his other sides (if he were to trust Ganondorf's dubious sources), couldn't ask the others for confirmation, so he was left hoping that the others agreed with him.

"I… I understand. I think that I should only love one of you, still yet. I mean, it would feel wrong on my part." Maybe Dark's words had an effect, as he didn't speak so softly—he instead was being loud (for Link, at least.)

"I said it didn't matter. Anyways, you'd be loving one of us, as only one personality could appear at any point. Well, unless someone manages to split us into five people. Then you might be forced to love one of us…" Dark trailed off, trying to focus on the serious topic. It felt weird, reassuring Link, especially since it usually goes the other way.

"I still feel as if I'm wrong in doing this… I can't really choose one of you, but I should. I should love the original personality, you." Link whispered the last sentence, looking at the ground. It made his heart throb uncomfortably, but Dark ignored it.

"I-I think it's best if you loved us all. Since I have no warning as to when I'd change personalities." Dark smiled slightly at those words, thinking of them as true. "I think it'd be easier on you to love all sides of me."

Before he could back away from this situation, Dark had his arms around Link, pulling him into what he hoped was a loving embrace. He loved the blonde in his arms, and the other loved all of him—it made him ecstatic that the other didn't care that he had a mental disorder.

Dark found himself entranced by Link's cerulean eyes, found that he couldn't look away. It had happened out of the blue—he found himself kissing the other softly, lovingly, and he could feel the effects it had on the other.

Pulling away when he feared that Link would faint (both from the effects of the kiss and the speed things were going), he pressed his forehead against Link's, hoping to calm him a bit. It seemed to work, as Link didn't look so shocked (or weak), but he could now feel the blonde trembling in his arms.

"I love you, and I won't hold it against you. Just… just make this easier for both of us, and love us all," Dark whispered, hoping Link would listen to him for once.

"I… Fine. I'll love all of you," Link replied, his face slightly pink from either embarrassment or heat (Dark hated to admit it, but their body heat was making him sweat.)

He released the blonde suddenly, and Link nearly fell from the sudden lack of support. He barely managed to catch himself (swaying on his feet)—Dark was glad Link didn't fall since the floor didn't seem all too safe, if the various amount of weapons littering the floor were anything to go by.

"Oh, Link. I'm sorry, but you might have to repeat this conversation with my other sides since… you know…" Dark trailed off awkwardly, trying to find something else to comment on. When he found nothing, he decided that playing with his ebony hair was the best thing to do.

"I understand. Thank you, Dark." Link seemed so sincere that Dark couldn't help but wonder how he had survived as a conniving thief for so long (but then chalked it up to the fact that Link didn't do much stealing, or interacting at all.)

"No problem." He knew that they would have a long road ahead, but they would have eternity… Right?