A/N: Imma apologize in advance for the complete *crappiness/suckishness* of this chapter compared to the last one. I'm sorry. I know it sucks. I hope you enjoy anyway.

Last End Chapter 3: Anger

Anger is such great leverage, is it not?

The blue-eyed girl gently wound her finger through his shaggy golden hair, too long and tangled as it hung over his sleeping, peaceful face.

Anger, and rage, at that, work in a triangle. They (or it) is three things, all in one: a foe, an ally, and simply neutral.

Pushing herself off her arms, the young woman hastily rubbed her elbows, cleansing them of the dirt the floor had brushed upon her, marring her once-snow white arms.

Anger is a foe because it is something people all strive to avoid. Unexpected things happen when one is angry: things that one never meant to say can come boiling out, stinging like a whip; words that somebody only designed to wound can be split; unconscious acts can be committed, only to be regretted and irreversible in the next bounding heartbeat.

The graceful girl took one last look at his serene face, wishing, more than anything, to stay where she was: content and glowing, at peace and wise, and all because she was in her hero's presence.

But duty calls.

The next line of the triangle is that anger is an ally. Fury, when building and pounding inside of a soul, is uncontainable and inevitable. It thunders at the heart like a heat wave, an ever-increasing symphony of incoherent sounds and vengeful sights; and, though perhaps remorseful later, it gives the body the strength to fight on and forget consequences. Maybe in the end they are horrified at their acts, but a note of grim satisfaction can always rise vainly between the shrieks of the killed: the mission was a success.

Now the wise young woman drifted slowly, reluctantly away from his resting figure, longing dangerously to turn back. But she could not. She knew her place, and she also knew the way he felt about her; and it could never be.

Sighing, the girl passed a blanched hand over her cerulean orbs, locking her eyes swiftly shut. In there, she had created her own world of maybe, and she was free.

But that is not the truth. And the truth is inevitable. It is as irresistible as darkness and time.

Tossing a lock of auburn hair over her shoulder, the girl glanced back. The second she glimpsed his now-restless tossing, she was at his side in a second.

She hadn't meant to get upset with him, especially when –

A quiet groan escaped his lips, pained, difficult, and uneasy. He shifted fragilely onto his side, unknowing, and that was when a cry broke from his throat. Dropping abruptly back to the mat on the floor, the man trembled and gasped.

Especially when he was this close to dying.

She was at his side in an instant, forgetting to undo the maid's apron around her waist, forgetting the elders probably watching, including her father. He was hurt, and he needed help. It was as simple as that.

Quickly she smoothed the hair off of his lined forehead, scrunched in agony, and she whispered soothingly to him as he released another shout. "It's alright, everything's ok, you are going to be fine. It's alright. Trust me."

His eyes still were not open, and she could not bear it. But she returned her attention to the gaping, bloody hole in his side, where his life's precious hourglass was seeping out. Rapidly she unwound the bandages from his muscular side, ripping them off with surprising care. But as her innocent fingers began to become horribly stained with the terrifying sight of his blood, she forced herself to back away: she needed to inspect the dreadful wound.

When he'd first come, limping and nearing eternal unconsciousness, Zelda had been the first to whom they'd spoken to, asking hurriedly for her help, though they needn't have. But she was unknowing in the ways of this, and, in the passing of her mentor Medli, she'd had to improvise in his healing. Perhaps this was a bad time to be creating things in her head, without any real idea of what to do, but there was no other way. Link needed to be saved.

And amazingly, her power from the goddesses did not fail her. Before her wide eyes, Link's wound had closed, the skin sealing over the large tear, the raw strips of flesh lacing themselves together again with the ease of the tide. A stunned silence had spread over the room, the elders awed and rather astounded, until little Lucas had exclaimed, "Thank you, Zelda! Your power is great!" and fled the room, giggling with glee and full-to-bursting of the new talent of his and the rest of the little ones' watcher.

The elders had been a bit more solemn, but also quite a lot more astonished. Taking a step forward, one hand poised in a questioning gesture above his brown hair, the one simply known as Snake inquired, "And, is he alright, Zelda? Will he be able after this?"

"Ah – um, I'm not quite sure, begging your pardon, Master Snake. If I had any idea I would reveal it now; unfortunately I'm at a loss. Though, the look of the wound is much better, so I would say, if things are really as they seem, that he will be alright in a couple of days of rest. Until then—"

"He is useless to us," another said, scratching his head with a shrug. The rest agreed in murmurs, such as "Perhaps we can see where his partner went to…"; unconcerned, they turned to return to their pointless council. Although one did glance to see the young woman tenderly stroking Link's hand, which she had taken shyly, and his heart was troubled at the sight.

But that had been long ago. Now she was frantically scrambling to assess the problem of the sudden outburst of blood; though it was not as much of a problem as it was the healing. She needed, and quickly, to repair the skin around the wound, which had suddenly broken open to tip the whole of his body's energy onto the hungry, unclean ground. She hadn't fixed this? What was she to do?

Earlier the man whom had observed as she gazed upon the hero lovingly had called out to her. "You cannot love him, you know."

Fury had poured copiously into her heart, such as his blood did upon her jumbling fingers now. "And why not?" she had asked, sarcastically, without looking up. She knew that voice as well as her own, and she hated it as much as her own.

He ignored the rhetorical question. "And perhaps you won't be able to ask for his forgiveness, either."

Her heart sank at this, drowned in shock and rage, but as she jumped off the stool to leap at the man, he had already vanished. Her heartbeat was confused and unstable to her unresponsive mind; she was lost in the memories of even earlier, when Link had staggered in. Incensed, she had bellowed at him for rushing off in the middle of the night, in secret and stupidity; his lips had moved, but his shallow voice was punished in her burning anger. Had he known what worry he had put her through? How he had endangered them all?

As she had stormed off, he'd collapsed, but she hadn't seen it, and that was when the elders had arrived, alert and cautious.

But then, after the lone elder had taunted her, she'd entertained the idea of jolting after him and yelling for answers, but she knew that would solve nothing. But with the first side of the triangle complete, we need the second side, yes?

Now the woman tried to call up everything her eagle-type teacher has instructed, but in the intense anxiety and heat of his blood, all her thoughts were lost. Except one seemed to surface in her mind, and she called it forth now, praying to whatever goddesses above that were listening: "Sano!"

The drenched skin rewove itself under her command, and a relieved sound rolled off her tongue. With much unspoken thanks, a grateful sigh was breathed from his living lips, and she smiled in slight satisfaction: he was alive.

"He was always weak. A shame, I say, to have him here."

She knew she shouldn't. She knew it was wrong. She knew it was foolish. She knew it wouldn't solve anything.

But sometimes you have to forget what you know and just remember what you feel.

So she spun around wickedly, and her breath would have been fire, had that been possible; her teeth were bared, her arms were spread, and she leaped into the air, an inhuman-like roar cast from her lips; she brought the disrespectful one to the ground, where he was seized in the utmost, utter fear under her enraged feet; she gripped onto his collar and yanked his face to hers, her eyes unrecognizable, her knuckles white as her hand clenched into a fist, save for one finger pointing cruelly at his neck.

"Away from me, witch!" he screeched, but she disregarded this and spit,

"DON'T – EVER – SAY – SUCH – A – THING." Each word had a separate drive and threat behind them, and at the look of terror in his eyes, she shoved him to the ground, where he scuttled up and charged away, glancing backwards hurriedly and fearfully.

Zelda slowly straightened from her tensed position, slightly satisfied, though her heart felt awfully heavy and guilty.

And so, anger can also be our ally: look how it had helped her protect the one she loved!

But she awfully ashamed of doing so.

Link had never said he wanted her to protect him; he didn't ever say he needed protecting; in fact, he had never implied, even, that he felt anything for her. So what was she doing, leading this pathetic infatuation with a hero from whom she could never receive love?

And the third side of the triangle, completing the three forms of anger, is neutrality. So anger, or rather, the lack of, can lead us feeling abruptly fallen and down. It can tear us apart when it's not there, when it is nothing, because it generously leaves one with the feelings of regret and remorse, longing to change something of the past.

And so the pyramid is complete, in all three ways, but when the triangle is finished, something must be enclosed inside of the burning snare.

And that, my friends, is leverage. Any side of the triangle can finish the shape, or cycle, and with anger, through anger, anything can be accomplished.

And that is what I intend to do.

A/N: And, though creepy OOC-ness, my point is clear (maybe): Anger can change a person. Completely, absolutely, and so swiftly it happens in a blink. But anyway, yay, the first chapter where real characters are introduced! Hehe, for some reason the idea of Snake being a nerd, with intellectual sounding sentences, so he will pop-up in a few chapters with glasses. Don't worry, he'll still be totally B.A. Also, a few hints were given as to people whom are NOT "it". But also a few went unnamed. So have fun guessing, readers!

Thanks tooooooo: JSparks! Haha, I meant to say, I LOVED your second chapter of "Calling All Forks!". It made me LOL. So. Congrats! Also thanks to Anyone! Well, I'm glad you're watching me, lol. I hope I don't disappoint!

C'mon, guys, 2 reviews after 5 for the first chapter? You can do better than that!

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