Warnings: eventual slash… (Eventual. Can you imagine life long enemies jumping into each other's bed with out getting past the "Arrg I hate you" stage?) I'm going to try not to make the language become an issue. But I really can't promise that Gannon might not let something slip…

Ship: eventual Gannondorph/Link and present one sided Link/Zelda (that will be gotten rid of as soon as possible.)

A/N: I'm actually writing this one in school. I had surgery on my leg and can't get to 2 of my classes (pd 5&6) and so I have study hall those two. And lunch directly before that. So for three prd.s I sit and do nothing. So I work on this one at school and another one at home.

For disclaimer, refer to chapter one.

---chapter 3---

(Last time)

"You are where the asshole misfits go that the world is ashamed of and wants to get rid of. But why the hell are you here?" a deep, fiery vice that was reminiscent of killing sand and damning wind growled at me, demanding an answer.

I looked up from my unintentional seat on the floor into the rage filled, red-gold eyes of my enemy Gannondorph.

(This time)

I'm really not quite certain of exactly what happened then, but, suffice to say it involved a lot of insults, fists and a considerable flash of purple before it ended with both of us on the ground, trying desperately to keep our stomachs were they were supposed to be located. My mind franticly tried to place it's thoughts in order.

I knew that, one, I was in a room with my most hated enemy, two, there seemed to be no doors, three, his magic was purple, therefore his magic had been the cause of Link trying to spew out his guts, and four, that bastard had called him 'fairy boy' and not in the way Malon had.

I desperately wanted to rip his guts out, but I knew that the result of moving would not be appreciated. As I felt my strength slip away from me, I aimed my fall so I would land on my back. I somehow though it wouldn't be the smartest thing to fall on my stomach at the moment. A blanket of darkness consumed me, and I passed out.

I didn't notice the red haired man on the floor next to me in the same situation.

a/n a/n a/n a/n a/n a/n a/n a/n

Link is eight when he's a little kid, 17 when he's an adult, and Gannondorph is 18(I know, but that's the age I imagine him to be) when Link's 8. So he's 27 in this story.

This is a memory of Gannondorphs'. You'll get why I'm writing it now.

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The tale of when Gannondorph, the only male in a tribe of female thieves' had been told again and again to the little boy who would become King. His father, an outsider from Hyrule, had been killed, as all outsider men were when their purpose was fulfilled. His mother had been the Priestess of Din, God of fire. The priestess had wanted a child, a girl, to be her heir in the ways of priestess-hood. But she had borne a son.

There had been a great fire in the temple, a sign of the goddesses' approval. And his mother had died. Died by a man's hand, no matter that this man was only a child.

Every day of his life from there on out, he was told of the murder he had committed. He was told he was a woman killer, the worst kind of murderer ever. His cousin, and rival to the throne, Nabooru, had made a fuss about his mother's death when the time for his ascension had come. No one wanted a blood-thirsty woman killer in charge, but no one wanted to offend the Goddesses when their sign of approval had been given. So they settled for a compromise. Gannondorph would be King in name only. Nabooru would be the true Queen.

They hadn't taken into account that Gannondorph did not even wish to be King.

So everyone had been taken by surprise when Gannondorph rebelled. He had run away twice, trying desperately not to be king, but they had found him. They had brain washed him, making his mind work in different ways then it had intended to.

The glory of the clan, the protection of the women thieves had become paramount.

But the puppet got out of hand.

The glory of the clan meant offering the world on a silver platter to his thieves.

The protection of women meant that, for woman's sake, he would rule unanimously.

So they had turned him against someone else. The king of Hyrule, it was whispered to him, wanted the Gerdu for his own.

And so, Gannondorph had spilt his blood, sold his soul, for the women that hated him.

And in the back of his mind, he knew it.