Sorry guys for the delay! I've been trying to juggle school, a social life, numerous one-shots, and this all at once! But don't worry. I'll make time for this story :)
By the way, thank you all for the reviews! I didn't expect this story to get too much attention, but I guess it's always the stories you least expect to get the attention. And since you all have been so nice, I will reply to you all publicly! (You can either reply back through a PM or a review. Either way is fine.)
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(Well, all your reviews did)
And one more thing to add...whenever I saw your reviews in my email, I love how it said, "[New Review] for Link Just Wanted a Review." It made me giggle :)
Dawn of the Second Day
By the time sunlight poured through his window, Link could barely open his eyes. The heaviness of his eyelids drew him back to sleep. That was until his alarm clock reminded him of the dreadful fact that he had to go to work.
Ugh.
Rolling towards the edge of the bed, he tried not to fall off, which didn't work out so well...
"Ow..." When he finally stood up off the floor, he had to pop his back, not forgetting his obligation to check his email.
Although he sped like Speedy Gonzalez to get ready for work, it already become 7:40.
Shit.
He had twenty minutes.
Click, click, click, click, click. It was times like these when he wanted to scream at his computer and ask what its problem was. Yes, he did speak to his computer at times...
New messages! Not from Fanfiction.
He sighed. Hopefully later.
He was just lucky he lived close to his work.
. . .
Best Buy - the perfect place to direct people to the latest games. Being an employee who worked in the media department was what Link loved. Working the same department as Mido, however, was what Link could do without.
"Hey, 'No Fairy,' what do you think of this new game?"
Link rolled his eyes. This was how it started every morning. Imitating the Mido in Ocarina of Time, Mido would call Link 'No Fairy.' It seemed like a mere coincidence that they had identical names and personalities as the characters in the game. Link, as you can see, was not very fond of this coincidence.
Seeing that the new game in Mido's hand was Skyward Sword, Link said, "I don't know. What do you think of it?"
"I think it's the best game there is. Great graphics, great gameplay, great characters... Except for Link. I don't know why they call that stupid hero that. What a retarded name."
I could say the same about yours, Link thought.
Despite his heightened anxiety about his fanfiction, Link preferred worrying about that over Mido. Mido gave him enough anxiety during his years of highschool, lurking around like a predator, scheming his next wedgie. Link had had enough.
"Why don't you go over there and contemplate those ideas to yourself and not me, okay? 'Cause I really don't wanna hear it today."
Despite Link's command, an obnoxious grin formed on Mido's freckly face.
"Hear what? That boss likes me better than you? One day, I'm going to be boss, and there's nothing you can do about it." Mido pointed to himself, his ego and pride seriously growing inside his head.
"But right now, you're an employee, so go back to your station."
"But you're not the boss of me, are you?" Mido asked daringly.
Sad to say, Link would much rather have Mido be his boss than his actual one. Mr. Dragmire seemed to worship devious people like Mido and despise angelic people like Link. If something went wrong, it was always Link's fault. And if Link didn't know any better, he'd say that Mido and Mr. Dragmire were partners in crime. In the literal sense.
Speaking of the devil...
"What's going on here?"
Link turned to who he recognized as none other than Ganondorf Dragmire himself.
"Link, why haven't you been preparing like I had asked you? You're supposed to be filling the stalls with toilet paper," he immediately accused, something Link had already been expecting.
"You never asked me, sir."
"Well, I'm asking you now. Now, get to work."
As Link obeyed, he turned back briefly to watch Mido get praised as always.
"Great job, Mido. I can see you're already figuring out how to increase our sales today," Ganondorf said, indicating Skyward Sword, which was rising in popularity on its own, not from the idiot stealing its spotlight. Either way, Link knew he could be a lot better salesman.
"Something Link needs to learn," Ganondorf added. As he said his name, Ganondorf glanced back at him, his eyes portraying a sense of hatred and superiority.
For a split second, using the 'Triforce of Courage,' Link glared back, the other half of that second he couldn't afford to lose. Unless he wanted to lose his job.
Once Mr. Dragmire was out of earshot, Mido remarked, "Yeah, Link, but first make sure not to step in toilet paper!"
Sucking it up, Link dragged himself away from the snickering. Back to being a janitor again.
This was going to be a long day.
. . .
The instant Link got home, he pulled up the Fanfiction website. Logging in, of course, continued to be troublesome. Damn secure code.
When he got to his profile page, he was nervous. To ease his nerves, he checked his messages. No unread messages from Zelda.
She went by the username, Hyrulian Princess online, but he knew who she really was. They had been friends for practically seven years now. But since her phone got disconnected three months and a day ago (Yes, Link counted), they had to chat anonymously. He knew, deep inside, that he had always liked her. He just never admitted it to himself or to her. He made himself believe he was better off in the friend zone, where he usually wound up anyway. The generic excuse: he didn't want to ruin the friendship.
He hated that he hardly got to see her because of so many obstacles: his work schedule, her dad, their distant locations... It sucked.
And so did his nervousness, which still nagged at him. The suspense was killing him. He held in his breath as he clicked on his story. His eyes darted across the screen, like a cat searching for its prey. He wanted to see a review. He looked for a review so much, he expected it. He expected it to be there. It took him a while before he came across the review pages. No reviews were posted on his story. That was hardcore, ego-sucking truth.
Minutes raced by like seconds, and they soon became spent, never to be spent again. The time amazed him when checked it. 11:00 P.M. At that exact time, he heard his cell phone buzzing. He went to pick it up. His friend, Saria.
He felt grateful, but he also wanted to ignore it. He couldn't ignore her calls, though. If there was anyone who comforted him second best, it was Saria. She was like a mother to him.
"Link! I'm so glad I got a hold of you! It stinks that we hardly to get to see each other at work!" She says this every time they're together. Not in that way, of course.
But if Link weren't so blind, he'd see that Saria wanted to be...in that way.
"Yeah, definitely," Link agreed. "If you didn't work so far away...we'd be able to."
She worked in the home appliances department. She had the strangest obssession with refrigerators. Link believed this to be because they stored all her foods she'd food. A chef, she practically had a wall full of home-made recipes. Link never understood it. Too bad her obvious crush on Link was conveniently mistaken for her unconditional love. Poor Saria and her motherly habits...
"I know, but you know how I am about refrigerators. When I'm around them, I feel like I'm at home."
He could hear the soothing comfort in her voice.
"So, you don't feel at home around me?" he teased.
"Of course I do," she said thoughtfully. "But you know that video games don't interest me. But I hate that Mido picks on you all the time. The manager should have him fired."
"I know. It's okay, though. It's just the way it is. There's nothing I can do. The manager's on his side, anyway," he said, dimissing it like always. He hated having people worry about him, Saria especially. And then there was Zelda...a topic that fate brought them to discuss.
...and sorry for leaving you with an evil cliffhanger ;)