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Possession

Chapter 5

Dismantling The Romance

As soon as he had opened up the door, Link felt like he was paralyzed in bafflement. He hadn't expected anyone at this hour, not even Veran. Remembering what he had done just a few minutes ago, his cheeks flared up in a reddish shade of embarrassment. He was barely able to look Veran in the eyes, as if she would be able to see into him, read his thought. To dig around, and reveal his recent actions.

"You look quite distressed there Link." Veran said in a soothing tone. "What's the matter?"

He flinched. "W-What? Distressed? No, no no! I was just.. Uhm.. I-Its nothing really! I'm surprised to see you so soon though! Do you need s-something?" He cursed at himself for his obvious stutter. Not a man of poker-faces exactly. Veran eyed him suspiciously, but a small smile was still on her face. "If you say so. Well yes, I am back so shortly because I think I forgot something important."

"Oh? What did you forget?"

"I cant find my cell phone you see.. I am sorry to bother you when you probably want to rest, but I really need to find it.."

"Not a problem." Link replied with a smile. "I even help you look, step right in."

Veran did as she was told, passing by Link while flashing him a very satisfied smile. "Thank you~"

Link immediately spun around and closed the door, wanting to hide his increased shade of blush, Hearing Veran giggle at him didn't help his cause. Regardless, he spun back around and followed her into the parlour where they began to search for the missing cell phone. Link scoured the couch while Veran looked around the room and the small corridor. They checked underneath any possible furniture, scanned the floor and the narrow crooks of the couch, but to no avail.

"I'm sorry Veran, but I just cant find it. Are you sure you forgot it here?" Link asked, sighing a little due to being tired.

"I had it with my when I got here, but not when I returned home. And I have already looked outside, its not there either…" The older woman replied. "I'm terribly sorry for the trouble.."

"Don't be. I understand. A cell phone isn't exactly something you would want to be rid off. I'm sure it will turn up eventually." The blonde man got up on his feet, looked back at Veran at the other side of the room. "Can I get you anything while you look?" Her eyes beamed with genuine appreciation, her head nodding slightly. "Yes, please! Some water would be most appreciated."

"Water it is then." Link said with a smile as he left for the kitchen. Reaching for the top shelf, he grabbed a suitable glass and poured down the water, after having made sure it was cold. Just as the blonde young man was about to turn around towards the parlour, he caught sight of the voluptuous woman smiling slyly at him at the doorway. She leant towards the side of it with her right arm, eyeing the boy before her whom has come to a halt. She giggled softly. "Couldn't find it."

"Oh.. I see.." He gave Veran her glass. "Here."

"Thank you."

He stared at her with a light flush as she drank the water. It was as if she could do anything and still make it appear sensual, and in all his honesty, he didn't know if it was a good or a bad thing. All he was aware of was that he couldn't stop staring as she drank the water in all her glory. Until she stopped.

"So.. Uhm… What do you propose we do? I mean if its not-"

"I am sure it will turn up eventually. I just wanted to give it a quick search to see if I could find it sooner." She smiled at him. "My apologies yet again for keeping you up. I am fully aware that you have school tomorrow-"

"Its okay, really!" Link intervened. "Its alright! I perfectly understand, so don't worry. I'll let you know as soon as I find it, should I happen to do so."

The older woman smiled at him widely. Her eyes shimmered with warmth. "That's awfully kind of you Link." Her hand, warm to the touch, stroked against his cheek affectionately, lingering onto the cheek for several moments. "I'm fortunate to have you as my neighbour, and friend."

Her touch was soothing, and alluring; Link felt himself almost melt at the contact of her skin against his. He was barely able to speak, his eyes staring against hers. "Uhm.. Y-yeah, likewise! I'm glad that we became friends." They kept staring at one another for a few more seconds, seconds that felt like hours until Veran withdrew her hand with a playful smile as she turned around, heading back to the parlour. She slumped back onto the couch, her glass still in hand. "You don't mind if I just stay a little while longer do you? Just chatting a little?"

The young, blonde boy smiled. It was that late, and he did enjoy talking to Veran, hearing her share her wisdom and knowledge. "Of course not." He said, and sat right next to his neighbour. "So how do you like the neighbourhood so far?"

"I'm quite fond of it." Veran said with a chuckle. "I'm glad I moved here. A pleasant change, to say the least. Despite the very rude service I got." Her face scowled a little. She quickly took another sip of her water. "I bet that brute was probably pissed because he never got laid."

Link stared at her. Puzzled, and slightly baffled at her rather brutally honesty with her thoughts, but he quickly laughed. It was an amusing idea in a way to imagine why the mover had been rude. Link's laughter was low, but a good-hearted chuckle. "Not impossible I guess. But I think its farfetched to assume it had anything to do with sex."

It was now Veran´s turn to stare puzzled at Link, an eyebrow quirked. "Farfetched? Don't be silly Link. Sex is a dominant action and its effects, be it from it or by the lack of it, are rather responsible for many things."

"I don't see how things can be just about sex. Its not that big of an impact on everyday life." Link said with casual smile which faded as Veran grinned at him almost mockingly. She took another sip of water before putting the glass away on the table, leaning towards Link dangerously close.

"Link, Link…" She said softly. "Everything in the world is about sex. Except sex." She cocked an eyebrow in her grinning visage. "Sex itself is about power." ´And I am overpowering you…´ "There's nothing quite like it to overpower someone.."

"Is.. Is that right..?" Link said, warily trying to scoot back to create some more space between them, ignoring the voice in his mind that questioned his action. "You make it sound like sex is just something you do. Like it doesn't mean anything."

"Oh, not at all. Sex without.. Love, for instance, is a meaningless experience. But as far as meaningless experiences goes, it is pretty good. But, if anything, there should be a smile on those involved lips. Sex without smiling is… sickly."

He looked at her. It was sincerity in her eyes as she spoke, a fluent and confident voice that accompanied her lips. Link felt amazed at the brilliant speech, it lured him in, got him interested. "I have to agree on that. But I don't think I could just have sex with someone if it didn't mean anything. There has to be… something, you know?"

She gave him a knowing nod. "Absolutely. I understand perfectly. Love is very important, and should be the base for sexual activities. But like it or not, sometimes it just feels good to simply do it, with no strings attached. But I understand you, a lot."

"I wouldn't know. But I'll take your word for it, I guess." Link said, smiling a little at Veran who smiled back at him, quickly glancing at her watch. "I guess I should head back home. I don't wish to overstay my welcome."

"Its alright Veran. I gladly talk to you anytime!" He said with an added laughter. "You just come visit anytime you want."

"The same to you~" Veran replied. She gulped down the last of her water and headed towards the door, Link following right behind her. He had to force himself not to et his eyes wander downwards to her firm rear.

"I guess it is good night then. Again." Veran laughed softly. "Thank you for your help."

"Don't mention it Veran. I'm happy to help whenever you wish." She smiled widely at him. She pulled him in for a tight hug, her chest now pressing against his. His arms wrapped themselves around her back and waist, returning the hug. "I cant thank you enough."

He chuckled softly. "I wish you a good night then Veran!"

"Likewise Link. Good night, and pleasant dreams."

"You too!"

They departed. As soon as he locked the door, Link began to shut off the various lights, dragging his feet to the bedroom. He was tired, and wished for an early night to gain his sleep before the dreaded day known as Monday. Off came his clothes, and with the last of his strength, he jumped into bed.

He cringed. With an audible groan, he slowly pushed himself off the bed, wiping off his messy work from before with his hand with a sour frown.

Veran smirked. Likewise, she locked the door behind her as she stepped inside her apartment, a triumphant feeling washing over her as she walked to the small table near the door. She put away her keys, kicked off her shoes. Her heart was beating faster, and a light scarlet washed over her cheeks. She placed her free hand over her chest, and smiled.

´Soon…´

She glanced downwards. Her sincere smile morphed into a grin, as she picked up her cell phone, feeling content with her accomplishment.

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He found himself in a lush bed of purple covers. There was nothing around, just him and the bed.

Himself, the bed, and the woman beneath him, who looked back up into his eyes with a longing expression. She parted her lips, she whispered incoherent words, and her eyes, reddish-yellow, were dimmed with a affectionate haze. He leant down on her, and for a moment of blindness, he felt her lips against his and tongues that touched. Her turquoise arms roamed over his back, pulling him closer, naked bodies pressing against each other in an heated embrace.

The kisses grew bolder, more lusty and frequent. They began to work up a sweat with their humping movements, and with a slight adjustment, he felt his manhood slid in. He was inside of her. She moaned out in bliss as he groaned with delight, his hips now moving faster as they built up their carnal momentum. In the midst of their display of lust, they cried out each others names with a loving tone before their peaks reached them.

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Link rubbed his groggy eyes, trying to push himself off the bed. The time was 06:47. Too early for his tastes, but there was no point in trying to fall back asleep. He had to get ready for school either way.

Another cold shower to calm him down. Maybe serving as a proper wakeup call as well. But preferably to calm his heated emotions and embarrassing morning-wood down. Veran had once again invaded his dreams, in a way that was both right and wrong.

Regardless, once he felt awake and properly clean, he went on with his usual morning routines in his fresh new clothes; a pair of dark-brown cargo pants and a grey t-shirt.

Link felt out of it. It was as if he hadn't had enough rest, even though he had gotten at least seven-eight hours. His mind was cloudy with the image of Veran, still naked in front of him with her back turned. And those dreams! He couldn't deny her high sex-appeal, not at all. But he was together with Zelda, and he were quite happy with that. But for the past few days, he knew that there was something going on. Zelda was carrying a burden, and he wanted her to share it.

The blonde young man took a sip of his milk. Speaking of Zelda, he had to pick her up in just a few minutes. The shower had taken longer than he had thought it would, but it had been necessary. With the last bite of his toast, Link got up from the table to clear it off before driving.

He got into his car. The engines turned on, the belt was fastened. Before he would drive however, he decided to give his sweetheart a call, to let her know he was on his way. Strangely, she hadn't called him like she used to. Nor was she answering the call. First time for everything.

There wasn't much else to do. Hit the pedal and be out on the road, driving to Zelda's house. ´Maybe this can serve as a good surprise..´ Link chuckled at his thoughts. Green light up ahead.

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He drove up to her house. He had always admired the building itself for its years behind its back, and for its ability to never appear its age. A beautiful home indeed, but no brunette that waited for him outside. He picked up his cell phone from his jacket-pocket and dialled the number again. Still no answer. He quirked an eyebrow. It was weird of her to not answer, but to Link's, this could probably be a rare opportunity to tease his girlfriend of her sleeping in for once. He held in his laughter as he made his way to the door and rang the bell.

No sign of anyone nearing the door, nor any sound. His amusement died down. He rang the doorbell again, and again. He waited for minutes on end, but no one seemed to be home at all. The time was 07:46. Classes began 08:10, and it would take a little while to drive. If he went now he probably would make it just in time.

He grew curious, if not confused. He tried the phone one more time. Dial-tones, but no answer. The doorbell. Silent.

He sighed to himself. Without much else he could do, he got back into his car and drove away.

"It doesn't make any sense…´ Link said to himself. "Did she leave without me? Surely she would leave a message at least, if not giving me a call about it. Is she bedridden perhaps? Still, she isn't one to ignore telling me about things."

´Except for quite recently.´

Red light. As the car came to a stop, Link realized of Zelda's somewhat odd behaviour from before. She was hiding something, of that he was sure. ´She has been avoiding to tell me of… whatever it is.´

His cell phone rang loudly to interrupt his thoughts. He dug the phone back up and answered the call without checking the number. "Link speaking."

"Good morning Link." said the voice. The young blonde chuckled. "Good morning Impa. How are you?"

"I'm fine, thank you. Have you and Zelda begun to drive to school yet?" Link sighed lowly. "Actually, I cant get a hold of her. She isn't answering her phone, and no one appears to be at her home. I take it that you don't know anything either?"

There was a pause from Impa´s end. "Are you sure? Hasn't she left you a voicemail or anything?"

"Nothing."

"What in the… I'm sure we will find out eventually. Strange… But, as I was originally going to ask you Link, would it be too much trouble for you to come pick me up? I wont have my motorcycle fixed until next week unfortunately-"

"No worries Impa." Link said with a light laughter in his voice. "I can come and pick you up. I'll see you in a few then."

"..Thank you Link."

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"You wouldn't happen to have heard anything from Zelda yet?" Impa said as she got into the front seat of the car, buckling up. Link shook his head as the engines roared. "No… I left her a voicemail but still nothing."

"Odd… I tried to call her as well, but I ended up listening to dial-tones."

"If you see her in class-"

"- I'll ask." Impa finished. "Don't worry." Link replied with a knowing smile before resuming to drive. It grew silent between them as the seconds ticked away, and it was something that got under Link's skin. He occasionally threw a glance back at Impa, who awkwardly did the same, forcing them both to look away the same second. It was uncomfortable if anything, painful to an extent until Impa finally spoke up again. "I hope nothing has befallen Zelda… I am rather worried."

"I'm sure she is alright." Link replied, sighing very lowly for the break in the painful silence. "Oh, looks like we're here."

"So we are. Thank you for the help Link. You're a real lifesaver."

"Don't mention it." Link smiled at her. "I happily help."

"So I've noticed." Impa said in her usual monotone, displaying a small smile of her own. As Link properly parked his car, they undid their safety belts, only for Impa lean in and pull the blonde boy into a hug again, though this time for not as long as the last night. "Still, thank you. I owe you one."

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"I've been meaning to tell you Link, but since you arrived just when class was about to start.." Ghirahim glanced over at his classmate from across the small table. Their first period, history, was free study of sorts which meant that students could choose to sit anywhere and work. Ghirahim and Link had chose to settle in small room that was used for situations such as this. Which meant lots of privacy.

Which also meant a lot of questions on Ghirahim´s behalf. "So, tell me. What's with the gloomy face?"

Link quirked an eyebrow. Gloomy? He wasn't aware that his facials expressions had given that much away. Though, on one hand, Ghirahim was very observant. "I'm not gloomy-"

"You cant fool me Link." He said with a snicker. "Your face is like a piece of paper, with Gloomy written all over it. So tell me, what's gotten you so bummed down?"

"Its…" Link paused with hesitation. His gaze wandered between Ghirahim and his own books and notes. "..Nothing. Its nothing, really-"

"I call bullshit on that." Ghirahim intervened. "Link, you can talk to me about anything. If its personal, then don't worry! I wont tell a single soul."

"…Its Zelda." Link finally said. He regretted it instantly as soon as his words had left his mouth, and the smirk on his friend's face grew forth. "She wasn't home when I came to pick her up… she hasn't answered my calls or my voicemail… She didn't answer when Impa tried either. I'm worried.."

"Hmm.. I see." Ghirahim said. "Well, not sure how to help you there. I mean, you could swing by her classroom, maybe her phone is dead or something."

"That doesn't explain why she wasn't at home. I rang her doorbell but not even her parents seemed to be home."

Ghirahim struck a thinking-pose. It was times like that when Link was unsure if his friend was serious or just fooling around. "Well, you are bound to find her eventually. Guess you can just ask her then. There's an explanation to everything."

"I suppose.. Oh well. Better get going with this." Link gestured towards the books. "We should-"

"Not so fast!" The white-haired youth exclaimed, his open palm slamming onto the wooden surface of the table. "I can see that its not all that troubles you! Otherwise you would've thanked me and looked a bit more cheerful, like… like a rainbow!"

Link groaned heavily. After a few seconds of burying his face into his palms, he looked up at Ghirahim with a look of annoyance crossing his features. "Really? Are you really going to-"

"-bother you with all these questions until you confess everything that ails you? Yes. Yes I will Link. So how about it~? Wont you tell your old pal Ghirahim~?" He scooted over with his chair to Link's side, just enough for him to wrap an arm around the blonde man's shoulder. "Has it anything to do with that neighbour of yours?"

Link's eyes widened. Baffled, nearly dumbfounded, he stared at Ghirahim who smirked right back at him. "I was right, wasn't I? So, tell me Link… I promise, I wont tell anyone, even if they so torture me!"

"You got to teach me how you do that someday.." Link said in disbelief. "Well.. Alright. But not a soul!"

"Of course! You can trust me you know!"

"Alright… I will just blurt right out; I've had.. Erotic dreams about Veran. Twice now. Its all fine and well between us, but-" He stopped himself. As much as he trusted Ghirahim, he knew that it was probably for the best that he didn't told his friend everything, such as him walking in on Veran changing. "Its been.. Sort off weird between us, still."

"Is that all?"

"Huh?" Link stared at his friend for a second time of bafflement. In fact, Ghirahim looked bored. "So you have had sexual dreams about her. Big deal."

"Big deal? Ghirahim, I've had-"

"Its not that uncommon to have erotic dreams about those around you Link. It doesn't actually have to mean that you are attracted to the person. Many dreams uses symbols for various things, sex being the most common and the strongest. You are probably just over-thinking it, and it results in you misinterpreted actions and speech from her."

"…Whoa… Ghirahim that… I didn't know about this side of you."

"First time for everything my friend." He replied with a triumphant smirk. "Besides, if all erotic dreams means you need to have sex with that person, I would've bended you over the table and banged you several times by now."

"Hah, right, right….. Wait, WAIT WHAT?!"

Ghirahim snickered considerably. "Hm? Was it something I said?"

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Hours later, after the third period, it was time for lunch. Students of all ages made their way out to either the small cafeterias, the dinner-hall or brought their own lunchboxes with them. Link and Ghirahim being two of them, and through the crowds they managed to get to the hallway leading to the stairs.

"Why, oh why does it have to be so fucking crowded every bloody day?!" Ghirahim swore. "You would need a bulldozer or something…"

"Look at the bright side, we are right at the stairs now!" Link replied, chuckling a little as the two ran. The amount of people declined the closer they got to the stairs, much to their joy, but from the corner of his eye he saw it. Long, brown hair, the usual attire of jeans and white turtleneck. Just a few steps away from him. Her back was turned, but he made the first move regardless.

Link halted. He reached out and grabbed a gently grip on her shoulder, which startled her naturally. As she spun around, they finally met eye-to-eye.

"There you are Zelda!" Link exclaimed. "Where have you been? You weren't there for me to pick you up and I tried to call you numerous times!"

The brunette stared back at him. Link felt like backing away; her eyes was a mixture of anxiety and fear, even if her lips tried to smile. "Oh, Link… S-Sorry about that, I… I took a bus to school and… my phone died." Her voice was shaky. She seemed to be uncomfortable. Her blue eyes shifted from Link, to the floor, up at Ghirahim who silently witnessed the scene, and then back at the floor.

"Zelda..? Are you alright? Maybe you should head to the nurse's office?" Link said calmly. "Want me to help you get there?"

"N-No! No its fine Link, really! I just… Just remember I had something to do. I-I got to go! S-see you around!"

"Wait, Zelda!" Link's cries were ignored. Zelda ran down the hallway, eventually disappearing into the crowd. Hurt and confused, Link turned to Ghirahim who, just as much in disarray, shrugged his shoulders.

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"I see you forgot to tell me of this strange behaviour of your girlfriend's. Unless that was completely new?" Ghirahim said as he dug into his lunch. Link sighed deeply as he did the same, munching loudly. "She has been acting weird as of late, but not to that extent. And she keeps avoiding telling me."

Ghirahim snorted. "Well, that's odd. Maybe you should really confront her about it, or hope that she eventually tells you. If she ever does." He bit into another piece of his own lunch.

"I don't know.. I mean, I really need and want to know what's going on, but I don't feel comfortable in forcing people to do things." Link sighed again. "But if that's the only way…"

The metal door opened up with a mild screeching noise, forcing the two boys to look back. In the doorway stood Impa, her blonde, braided strand of hair waving in the wind as she approached the two. "I see Zelda isn't here with you Link. Didn't you find her?"

"Hey Impa.. No, I saw her briefly, but.. She refused to tell me anything other than that her phone had died and she had taken the bus here."

"Right… Same as me then. She refused to go further on the subject." Impa said, a solemn look on her face. She walked over to Link before she glanced over at Ghirahim. "Oh. So you are here as well."

"Yes I am!" Ghirahim exclaimed. "Problem?"

"No comments." Impa´s voice was neutral, but Link knew she was annoyed. She took a seat next to Link and opened her lunchbox. "Though you are quite irksome."

The white-haired young man snorted loudly. "Don't you have a princess to follow around, little pup?"

"Guys, please stop!" Link said audibly. "If you cant get along, then I'm leaving! I already have enough to worry about… So, please."

"… Very well." Impa said, already eating her lunch. Ghirahim shrugged his shoulders but complied, bringing a silent peace over their lunch-meeting of sorts. "You know Link, I came looking for you. I didn't think you would be here already."

"Oh, well we had to get out of the crowds and- Wait, why not eating with Zelda?" Link said, eyeing Impa with a puzzled look. She stared back with her usual neutral face. "She wouldn't let me. She wouldn't specify why or what she had to do, but she ran off."

Link sighed. He poked around at his boxed lunch, his appetite long gone. He felt Ghirahim and Impa both looking at him, probably with pity, but he didn't meet their gazes. He just looked up at the sky with another sigh, his thoughts focused on Zelda, for the first time in a long time.

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"I will ask you one last time, Link." Impa said calmly as she unbuckled her seatbelt. "Are you sure you are alright? I know you are thinking about Zelda." Link didn't reply at first. He sighed yet again before meeting her gaze. "I'll be alright. Its all just so strange… You said she just left the classroom in a hurry right? Why on earth would she want to suddenly take the bus…"

He felt Impa place her hand on his shoulder, a comforting squeeze that oddly enough helped if only a little. "I'm sure we will find out. But if I may be so bold…" She paused. Link watched her with a confused expression as she seemed to hesitate with her words for a few seconds. "..Actually, never mind. I seem to over think things now. Just… No. I hope you get a good rest Link."

"Ah… Thanks Impa. I'll see you tomorrow then." The woman nodded. She leant in and gave him a tight hug once again, this time a little longer, until she eventually let go and got out of the car. With a final wave of goodbye, Link let the engine roar once more, and off he was. All the way with solemn thoughts of his girlfriend, troubled and mysterious. Shrouded in a veil of worry and concealment.

He drove with determination. He wanted to get home, maybe take a shower and just slump down on the couch, watching reruns of television shows. Or he could try and play some games, anything to just get Zelda out of his head. He hated to worry.

So why did he have a horrific gut-feeling about this?

Before he even realized it, he had already brought his keys to the door-lock, the final obstacle to his sanctuary.

"That look on your face doesn't suit you dear." He heard the familiar voice say. As if he was awoken from a light dream, he jolted his back upright, his head now facing Veran who stared back with a worried expression. "Are you alright Link? I nearly shouted loudly for you, twice, but you didn't seem to respond…"

"W-What? Really?" Link replied. He felt his cheeks flush warm, embarrassed by his obliviousness. "I-I'm s-sorry! Just a lot on my mind right now… My apologies!"

Veran chuckled. "No need to apologise, relax! I was just worried about you… You had a rather grim visage on your face you know."

"I.. I had?"

"Yes, you had." The woman placed a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it gently. "I'm aware that you just got home but.. Would you like come over for a bit? I'm a really good listener…"

He stared into her eyes. Then down at the ground. He did enjoy talking to Veran, but at the same time he just wished to be alone with his thoughts. But on the other hand, it would be better if he talked to someone, rather than simply sit and let those same thoughts eat him away. So he looked back up at Veran with a weak smile.

"I would love to."

And its done! Another long chapter to further tell this story!

I will try and update this as soon as possible, mostly since I absolutely love this fiction! ^^ But I wont neglect the other ones, so dont fret.

Also, I just want to point out, that Impa "is from" Skyward Sword, for future references.

Until next time!

- GG.