A/N: Chapter Five! Woop, two chapters in one day! Anyways, I know it's a bit short, but I still hope you all will like it. Enjoy!
Midna loved Link's house. It practically screamed of everything that made Link, Link. The ladders that led up to his bed, the random pots and pans that were strewn all over, even the warm, crackling fire reminded Midna of him. Even though Midna loved sitting in his warm, forest scented house, she was growing bored. Link had been gone for at least an hour, and she couldn't do much for entertainment indoors.
"He probably won't be back anytime soon," Midna muttered to herself, "I might as well go enjoy the light."
She opened the door, forgetting how bright the mid-day sun was in the light world, and jumped into the closest shadow she could find, shielding her red eyes. Midna jumped off the elevation of Link's treetop house, not bothering to use the ladder, loving the whoosh of wind passing her ears as she fell towards the earth. She jumped from shadow to shadow, making it into a game and letting her stress melt off her body. Midna was having so much fun with her new amusement, she hardly noticed that she was already at the entrance to Ordon spring, and the fact that there were voices emanating from it.
Midna slowed down and darted into the closest shadow, which happened to be behind a thick tree, and the closest to the voices. She could hear a girl's voice complaining, high-pitched like bells.
Midna placed it as the farm girl who had received the bad case of insomnia. Ilise? Isabel? Midna hadn't spent much time thinking about her anyways.
Another voice, this one a man's, was deep and sounded like it was pleading. It belonged to Link. Why would he be at the spring though? He was supposed to be in Ordon. It seemed like Link was apologizing for something.
Midna peered around the tree, trying to get a closer look. Pushing a stubborn branch out of her line of vision, she saw Link examining Epona's back leg, the farm girl standing over him with her hands on her hips.
"Come on, Ilia, you know I didn't mean to hurt her," Link said desperately.
Ilia. Midna knew it was some 'I' name. This Ilia sure seemed to care a little to much about Epona. From what Midna could see from her concealment, the horse was just fine.
"Honestly, it's not even that bad. It's just a little red," he continued.
"I know, Link," Ilia said quietly, and Midna had to strain her ears to hear her, "I just wanted an excuse to get you here. Alone." She purred.
Midna raised her eyebrows, taken back. So the little farm girl has it bad for the hero? Classic.
She couldn't see Link's expression, as his back was still turned to Midna.
"But...why?" Link asked.
"I know you're leaving again, Link. I could tell from the look on your face when you came to see me," Ilia stated matter-of-factly.
"I came to see your father," Link corrected, straightening up.
Ilia continued as if she didn't hear him.
"The point is, I'm not letting you leave again without telling you something first," she grinned mischeviously.
Link backed up a few steps, and now Midna could make out the details on his face clearly. Ilia followed his footsteps.
"You know how long we've known eachother, Link. And I know you've wondered too. What it would be like," Ilia paused, edging even closer to Link's body, "If we were more than friends."
Midna felt her jaw drop, and watched as Link's face went blank. She couldn't tell if it was good or bad.
"I love you, Link," Ilia wrapped her arms around Link's neck, and kissed him full on his lips.
Jealously ripped through Midna like fire in a hot air balloon, and she strongly considered giving up her hiding place to grab that stupid little farm girl by her short hair, and shove her face first into the water.
Link didn't return her embrace, nor did he stop it. When Ilia was finally satisfied with herself, she pulled back, keeping her arms around Link. Only then did Link reach up to his neck, pulling her hands away gently.
Midna's teeth remained gritted, her fists clenched.
"Look, Ilia, I know how long you've wanted to say that, and I think it's flattering you chose me, but..." Link paused, "I don't feel the same way. I'm sorry."
Ilia looked stunned, but still spoke.
"You know, everyone in the village says that we're going to get married," Ilia stated.
"I'm sorry," Link said, "I just don't love you that way, Ilia."
His words helped Midna's teeth ungrind, but her fists remained clenched into balls.
"There's someone else, isn't there?" She accused, somewhat angrily.
"Yes," Link admitted.
Midna felt her heart flutter.
"She doesn't love me, though," Link sighed, and with that, her heart deflated just as quickly.
"Yes, yes, I do!" Midna wanted to scream from the trees.
"Well whoever she is, she's missing out," Ilia said.
She kissed him once more softly before leaving the spring to Link and Midna.
She waited until she could no longer hear Ilia's footsteps before giving up her hiding spot. Midna was going to try to be pleasant about this, even though there was still a ball of anger bouncing inside her stomach.
"You are quite the ladies' man, aren't you?" Midna tried to say playfully, although without much success.
He jumped at her voice.
"Did you see all of that?" Link blushed.
"Every last bit," Midna replied.
"I'm sorry about her," Link apologized, "I knew she felt that way, I just wasn't expecting her to be... physical about it," Link blushed again.
"Why are you apologizing to me?" Midna asked, "Why don't you go apologize to the girl you think doesn't love you?" Her heart was pounding loudly, the icicles stabbing at her chest as she waited for his response.
Link averted Midna's eyes, his face still beet red.
"Let's just go home," he mumbled.
Midna felt her shoulders droop, and had to refrain from rolling her eyes once more. She had a nagging feeling that this entire quest with Link was going to be absolutely, completely, bipolar.