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Possession

Chapter 7

Love of a Hypocrite

Ghirahim stared mindlessly at the TV-screen. He flicked his white bangs of hair to the side, still watching the movie that was on, though he didn't care to pay any attention.

He was glad that Link had left with a smile, sad as it was though. But at least his friend had been cheered up from whatever grief that had befallen him and that was good enough. Yet, the fact that Link had refused to tell him the details for now was somewhat disappointing. Never during their many years of friendship had he seen Link in such a state of mental agony, and it worried him a great deal. Whatever Zelda had done, it had been too much for the blonde man to handle.

Link had been reduced to an unstable powder keg of emotions.

He flicked his white bangs again, out of boredom. After seeing his friend in such a state, nothing amused him at the moment. Ghirahim was indeed worried, and slightly annoyed that Link hadn't told him everything yet.

"Just what the hell did that doll-face do to him…?" He muttered lowly. "What could she have done to make him so misera-" He stopped himself. He wanted to slap himself for his ignorance, as pieces slowly began to come together. True to his player-persona, Ghirahim had never truly experienced love or been in a serious relationship, but he knew from the typical romance-genre.

If there was one thing that a partner could do to severely hurt their spouse, it was cheating. The ultimate betrayal. Link, who never got too depressed over anything wouldn't have befallen to such a state over anything else.

"No wonder he didn't want to tell me… That got to be it!" Ghirahim shifted his seat. "Though I should remain quiet until he tells me himself. But that got to be it. Tch! To think that doll-face was capable of such things…"

He slumped back into his armchair with a sigh. Now that he had a vague idea of what Zelda had done, he felt even more angered and uneasy then before. What would he do if he saw her in school? To snap at her on Link´s behalf sounded reasonable for the moment, until his train of thought came to an abrupt halt when his phone rang.

He scowled at it, especially since he didn't recognize the number. Regardless of that fact, he accepted the call and held the phone next to his ear, trying to calm himself. "Yo, Ghirahim speaking."

"…" There was no reply to his greeting, but the faint sound of shallow breaths was clearly heard. He sighed deeply in further annoyance. "Prank calls aren't appreciated, idiot. Try another number."

"W-Wait!" A voice suddenly said; it was light, feminine. He knew that voice anywhere. After all, Link had been surrounded by that sound for a long time now. "What the- Zelda?"

"…Yes." She replied. "I… I found your number in the school catalogue. I-Is Link there?!"

The white-haired man felt puzzled. "Uh… No, he isn't. Why are you calling me in search for Link?" He heard the brunette on the other line stifle a gasp before she replied. "He hasn't answered any of my calls, or messages! I'm… I'm worried! I thought that he might be with you…"

Ghirahim didn't reply at first. He wanted to chew the girl out right on the spot, or just flat out hang up on her. The bottom-line was that he didn't want to be nice to her. "No, Link isn't here. He was here a little while ago, but he left and went back home. After I cheered him up from his miserable state." Ghirahim finished with a stern tone, wanting to get his message across to the brunette. He heard her breath heavily, but didn't seem to reply immediately.

"Look, I… I really need to talk to him! Can you please tell him to call me back? Its urgent!" Ghirahim heard the anxiety in her voice, but he couldn't bring himself to care. "Even if I would oblige to your request Zelda, I don't think Link wants to speak with you for the time being. I know that it was your fault that he was so devastated."

He paused. "And I don't know what you did, but I have my suspi-"

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT TO BEGIN WITH!" The woman cried out, before abruptly cancelling the conversation. Ghirahim, half-deaf on his left ear, stood puzzled and shocked in the middle of the living room. Forget about Zelda's outburst, whatever did she mean by what she had said?

He didn't need a mirror to know his eyes were wide with surprise. Stumbling over to his armchair again, he fell into it like a ragdoll, still in shock over what had just happened. He couldn't make sense out of it, like two uneven pieces of a puzzle.

Ghirahim glanced down at the phone in his hands. Absentmindedly, he began to look up Link´s number, and pressed call.

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"Here you go." The autumn-haired woman said, placing a white cup on the coffee-table. "Jasmine tea. Hopefully you don't knock it over this time." She finished with a light chuckle, prompting the blonde, young man on the couch to give in to a chuckle of his own. He looked down at the cup, its contents of dark fluid mirroring his face before he picked it up, and took a light sip.

"I didn't get to fully enjoy the taste before…" Link said with a sad smile. "It's delicious."

"I'm glad you think so." Veran replied. She took a seat on Link´s right side, with a cup of her own in hand, giving the two of them just about enough space between them. "So… How are you feeling?"

"Honestly?" Link began. "I feel like I want to scream again. It all makes sense now as to why she avoided me… But it's a hard truth to swallow. I still don't know if I was fortunate or lucky that they forgot to lock the front door…" He took another sip of his tea, its rich flavours lingering on his tongue in a pleasant aftertaste. He glanced back at Veran, who also seemed to enjoy another sip of her warm tea.

He felt his troubles slowly drain from his body. He may not have known Veran for long, but he felt comfortable around her. Other than Ghirahim, Link felt he had found a friend whom he could trust, talk to about anything, and share bits of wisdom. She was somewhat older than him after all; she knew of and had experienced things Link had yet to experience himself. She was a woman. A sensual being that had tempted Link a few times by now. He had to force himself to look away from the stunning body that hid itself underneath the clothes.

"It was neither." Veran suddenly said, prompting Link to look at her directly. She casually sipped her tea, cup still in hand. "It was an event of unveiling. If it was good or bad luck depends on how you see the results. Yes, seeing your girlfriend with another man is indeed a horror no one wants to happen, but the results; now that you know, is it for the good or the bad that you may end up single again?"

Link gasped in amazement. Indeed, only Veran could've come up with such a rational point of view.

"I… I honestly don't know. She and I have been together for so long, I'm used to consider myself in a relationship. Having someone there every other night by your side, someone to plan dates with… To tell you the truth Veran, I never considered the possibility of ending up single again."

He paused with a low sigh. His eyes averted to the reflection in the tea. "But I never thought the reason for it would be something like this… I loved her. So much that it actually hurt. And she goes and does something like that behind my back…! What kind of woman does that..?"

His hands trembled, shaking the cup and nearly spilling the contents in his emotional state. He saw Veran move from the corner of his eye, when her hand came into view and gently placed itself over his right one, calming him down. They looked at each other in brief silence.

"She is a woman, certainly. But she stole the love you gave, which was all you had to give, and trampled on it, threw it out the window. You want the truth? She isn't much of a woman." Her yellow/red eyes looked into his azure ones with a sense of comfort, evident in her gentle strokes across his hands. "You shouldn't cry over someone who probably wouldn't cry over you."

"But…" Link started, his eyes occasionally leaving Veran´s. "What if it was a mistake…?"

She squeezed his hand. "Oh, darling… Wishful thinking aside, you need to come to grip with reality. If she really loved you as much as you loved her, then she wouldn't have let another man´s dick into her pussy." Link cringed lightly at her choice of words, but he quickly shrugged it off as Veran continued. "Maybe she still does, but certainly not as much as you love her. There is no excuse for betraying your partner that way. Love can indeed feel good Link, but sometimes… It's just another way to bleed."

"I'm starting to agree with you." Link replied solemnly. "Right now, it truly feels like I'm bleeding." He slowly brought the cup back up to his trembling lips, slurping in a small amount of tea. It had gone lukewarm.

"I am only speaking of experience." Veran said. "Which is why I began to understand just what your girlfriend were up to. Not that I had the heart to flat out tell you, as evident by your behaviour earlier."

Link looked away again, putting away his cup on the table as he did. He felt ashamed of his rude behaviour from before. "That reminds me… I'm sorry that I snapped at you like that. I just got so angry that I didn't think straight and-"

"I don't blame you darling." Veran interrupted. "If anything, it was good that you got some of that anger and hate out of your system. Holding those two aspects inside will act like a poison, and eat you from the inside. Hate and anger is a double-edged blade."

"I guess, but I still-!" Veran silenced him with a gentle hushing sound. Her left hand cupped his right cheek tenderly, her thumb quickly wiping away an emerging tear from underneath his bloodshot eye. Their breaths lightly cascaded across their faces.

"Don't. No need to work yourself up anymore. Good things come to an end, and while Zelda brought a… unorthodox end, it was still an end."

"That chapter is over." Link said. "She and I. It was over the second I caught glimpse of her. I don't even think I can trust her again. Not in a long while at least, and by then it will already be too late."

Veran eyed him with a small grin, her eyes now locked on to his. Her hand, still cupping his cheek, kept brushing her thumb back and forth. "Is that what you really think, Link?" She edged closer. "Is that how you feel?"

"Yeah… It's difficult to admit it, but I guess it's actually over. From my point of view at least." Link felt himself scoot closer to Veran, who simultaneously inched towards him. They stared deeply into each other's eyes in the silence, both oblivious to the atmosphere that was created. Her turquoise thumb brushed lightly over his lips, giving of a tingling sensation on the sensitive flesh. He puckered his lips lightly, barely grazing the surface of the finger. It all set them aflame on the inside.

Their hearts began to beat louder in their ears; a heat rose up in small pools across their cheeks. Without thinking, Link began to move his left hand, awkwardly settling it upon Veran's thigh. The action caused the duo to momentarily cease their actions, if only for a moment until they resumed. The tip of their noses touched, their breaths of jasmine tea lingering around them as the warmth rose up to a higher degree. Their eyes adapted a dreamy, hazy look across their surfaces, slowly shutting close as they inched closer.

Then it happened. Link´s cell phone began to ring loudly from his pocket, beckoning Link to at least acknowledge it to shut it off. His eyes wandered back and forth between the phone and Veran, her eyes exposing the irritation and disappointment over the device. Link shot her an apologetic look and equally irritated flicked the phone open.

Ghirahim´s number.

Most of the irritation vanished. Link had dreaded it to be Zelda, but it turned out to be false, much to his relief. With another apologetic look thrown at Veran, the blonde man accepted the call.

"Hey Ghirahim, what's up?"

"Link! Glad I got hold of you when I did!" The white-haired man exclaimed through the line. "You're not gonna believe what happened! Zelda called me earlier!"

Link felt his stomach turn. His heart felt like it ached something fierce at the mention of her name. "… She did?"

"Mhm." Ghirahim replied. "She asked if you were over at my place. She wanted me to tell you that she wanted to talk to you since you didn't answer. Not that I would want to help her."

"So…" Link said. "Why are you telling me then?"

"Just thought it would be good to give you some heads up. She is looking for you Link, whether you like it or not. So… I don't know, brace yourself. I don't want you to end up in another condition like earlier."

Link couldn't help but to chuckle. Ghirahim could be a pain at times, but he had a soft side as well. "Thanks Ghirahim. Good to know. I owe you one."

"Owe me one huh? Then help me convince Kafei to get back over here and give my love-pole some smooching!" Ghirahim laughed wholeheartedly on his end, but Link cringed. His friend always had a knack for planting mental images in his head. "…. Yeah, right."

"Just messing with you man!" He said next. "But jokes aside, watch out for Zelda. I doubt she will be able to fix things up."

"The feeling is mutual." Link replied solemnly. "Thanks for telling me. See you."

*Click*

He closed the phone and tucked it away in his pocket. Awkwardly, Link looked back into Veran´s flame-coloured eyes, who stared right into him with the same fiery haze that he had stared into before. He felt drawn to her, recaptured by her dreamy look that he now undoubtedly shared.

But as much as Link hated to do so, he changed the subject. His lips felt like they stung with betrayal as he spoke.

"That… That was a friend of mine… Apparently Zelda had called him, asking where I was… She might be looking for me." Veran´s eyes narrowed, her mouth went sour. Link felt a pang of guilt for making her displeased, despite that nothing was officially going on. In truth, he knew he felt the same way; displeased and annoyed.

"So what are your plans then?" Veran suddenly asked. Link could easily tell the agitation in her voice, and he couldn't blame her. Her gaze was monotone, empty of any feeling that she had usually displayed.

Link let out a heavy sigh. "I don't want to see her. Not now. And probably not in a long while… Hopefully, she won't come to my apartment…"

"She might." Veran replied, her voice slightly softer now. "You could feign not being home. Or you could spend the night here. Either way, I gladly help you Link, through thick and thin. You just say the word, and I will do what I can to be of assistance." Her gaze had softened as well, the warm look in her eyes returning as she draped an arm around Link´s back, stroking it.

"It hurts to see you so down, you know…"

"Veran…" He didn't respond properly at first. Captivated by her natural beauty, he felt himself yet again drawn to her. "Thank you… I mean it. You're a true friend."

Her eyes narrowed, and her lips lost their smile. She peered into his azure orbs warily. "Friend?" She asked. Link nodded weakly. "Friend."

"Is that all that I am to you?" Veran then asked; the question seemed hurtful, but her facial expression, nor her voice, indicated any sign of being hurt. She was stoic, yet fiery in her subtle passion as she reached back up to cup Link´s cheek. He smiled back at her.

"Yes… For the moment. A very tempting friend though…"

The autumn-haired woman flashed a slight smirk. "A tempting friend… Just for you, an equally tempting neighbour…"

They fell back into the sultry silence. They shifted awkwardly on the couch until they sat right next to each other, mimicking their earlier positions. Link gently placed his hand on her lap as the got closer, while Veran caressed his fair but masculine skin of his face. He felt himself subconsciously licking his lips as they leant closer and closer. She moved her other hand up to his neck, brushing her fingers against the tuft of hair sensually until they were just barely grazing their upper lips against one another.

Link felt his body burn from the inside. The heartbeat rang in his ears, and any shred of rationality was burnt; temptation or revenge, he didn't know what drove him to this state, but for the moment, there was no denying of what he wanted. He had acknowledged Veran´s appeal before long.

He felt her skin upon his lips, but it was not her lips; her single index-finger was pressing against him like a final blockade. Link looked at her puzzlingly, and she smiled weakly back with a wink.

"As much as I want this so badly…" She whispered. "I will give you an honest last chance."

She paused. "You can still walk away, Link. You can still go back to your apartment, save yourself from the possibility of regretting this tomorrow. You are wounded, and vulnerable. If you give in now, I will take advantage of you; to claim what I see is mine, and never letting you go." She averted her eyes for a second, her gaze now solemn.

"I haven't thought highly of love for a long time. However… I want you. Your body, your affection… all that you have to give. So in a way, I am but a hypocrite; a hypocrite that will give you more love than Zelda ever did, and deeply treasure the love you have to give."

"Veran…" Link whispered back. His eyes held the soft gaze focused on the flame-coloured rubies that were her eyes, but in a fluent motion, he kissed the finger. It was a neutral taste, but it smelled of lavender. Her eyes widened slightly at the gesture.

"You should know…" He whispered. "I am indeed vulnerable. I can easily break again."

"Not under my watch…" Veran replied, equally lowly in tone. "I am not some high school crush. What I feel is real, and yours to keep, as I will keep and cherish yours."

He didn't respond. He pushed the finger aside, leaning even closer towards the woman with a small grin of his own against her smirk. The woman he had unknowingly been drawn to, was now beckoning him openly. He felt a small fragment of himself feeling guilty of his actions, but it was quickly overwhelmed by Veran and her alluring aura. He wanted her. "Consider me yours then, Veran."

"And I am yours." She replied, before the two finally gave in to the hot kiss. They kissed with an erotic greed, hungry for more. She tasted like grapes, liquid moonlight in his mouth as their tongues danced together.

And he didn't regret what he was doing.

Did you think I was trolling you when they didnt get to kiss at first?

Hope you all enjoyed the chapter, and the story itself so far! Fear not, for more chapters will follow - the story is far from over!

Until next time!

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