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My apologies for keeping you all wait, but I've been busy - luckily the next chapter will be just around the corner! And unfortunately it will also be the last.

Possession

Chapter 12

What's Mine is Mine

"I can see that Link isn't here." Impa said in her usual monotone voice, though her eyes exposed her anger quite clearly, mimicking Veran. "I'm surprised. I was sure he would be in here."

Veran glared back at the girl, teeth barely flashed. The rain was continuously pouring down behind Impa, and the chill wind swept by them.

"You shouldn't glare at me like that." Impa said next, sporting a small grin. "You'll get wrinkles much faster that way. With your age and all."

Veran's features softened, but her scowl remained visible enough. "Clever line, girl. A shame to see that kids these days only spend their time making house calls for crude lines such as that. And here I thought of you as a bright one."

Veran smirked triumphantly once Impa's brows knitted together, a brief spike of anger clearly seen in her otherwise calm features. "Link's not here at the moment, but make no mistake; he'll be back here soon enough. With me."

"That's unfortunately the case." Impa replied coldly. "And unfortunately I've been wasting my time here, if Link's not here. Where is he?"

Veran grinned. "Somewhere."

"Tell me. As his friend, you don't have the right to-"

"As his girlfriend," Veran quickly interrupted. "I don't fancy the idea of telling a woman who's clearly after my boyfriend just where he might be." She studied Impa's reaction; the girl tensed up a bit, eyes widening as the eyelids shot up. "Oh yes, he told me what happened. So no, I won't tell you where he is. Go sniff somewhere else, pup."

Impa didn't say anything. Even to Veran's surprise, she just stood there half-wet due to the rain, with the only hot part of her being lying in her red eyes. Red eyes that glared back at the woman like a snake as the tension built itself up within the waiting itself. She watched her, daring her to make a move or let her lips form another syllable, and whatever happened would indeed happen.

Then she blinked; only once, and her piercing gaze was lowered in calmness.

"You're not good enough for him…" She said, her voice as low as the thunder in the great distance but spiteful as the old saying about a woman scorned. She turned to leave. "I'm the woman he would fall in love with…"

"But I'm the woman he'd love to make love to." Veran replied, slyly smiling as soon as Impa stopped in her tracks. "And I'm fairly certain we have already proclaimed each other's love at this point."

She paused. She observed Impa, who didn't turn around to face her. The blonde was simply standing there with her hands now balled up into fists, but nothing more of her animosity showed.

"That slip of a girl, Zelda was it? She loved Link you know. She had expected things to turn alright for them, maybe ending up having his children in the future if it took a turn for the better. As for me, I am far more womanly than her, but she and I… we shared the same dream."

Impa finally turned back around. She stared at Veran puzzlingly. "We both know what we wanted in the long run with Link at our side. How to get it, and how we would spend that time. But what about you, girl? What is your plan with Link? Do you even have one?"

She watched Impa's eyes deter from hers in disarray. "Or do you just tell yourself you're in love with him because you simply desire the forbidden fruit?"

Her red eyes snapped wide open. "Fuck you!" An uncharacteristic stroke of anger flashed in her features, along with her crude gesture of the middle finger that was raised for Veran to see clearly. A short-lingered look, and the girl was back out in the rain, leaving a baffled, but amused Veran behind. She watched her straddle her motorcycle, strapping on the helmet and driving off in the rain.

The corners of her mouth pulled upwards, if only slightly, in her triumph. This had been a bitter-sweet moment, and she had enjoyed it to a great extent.

Though it would be short-lived. Impa would remain an unstable powder-keg regarding Link, and her uncertainty of what she would bring to the table in their future would only lead to disharmony.

Back on the sofa, the TV kept displaying reruns. Same jokes, same material but the different reaction from Veran – rather, the lack of it. Time had become dull and slow in its wake to Link's return, a fact that difficult for the young woman to comprehend and tolerate as she lied down on the sofa.

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"I like the sound of this." Smiling with a wicked glee, Ghirahim leant back in his seat in the car, arms crossed behind his head. "Relatively simple, but nothing beats something good, old fashioned. To be honest, I'm surprised you even talked about it so openly."

"You and me both." Link replied. The car drove down the unfamiliar streets, a part of the city that Link had never really visited or spent any time in in his free time. The rain was smacking against the windows. "But I can't forgive him, Ghirahim. And words alone won't solve this."

Ghirahim nodded. "Still though… I'm glad I can help! My knuckles are itching…"

Link didn't respond, but Ghirahim knew. The silent agreement lied within the look he was giving him before he returned his eyes on the road in a cold manner. Icy anger coursed through him underneath his stoic exterior, ready to boil into the scorching fury that no doubt was slumbering beneath. The outcome, and even the purpose of their trip remained unclear for Link's flamboyant friend; this could end in two possible ways. Brutality or cunningness.

Whatever will happen, will happen.

"Ghirahim."

The white-haired youth looked at Link. "Yeah?"

"Should I lose it… and… You know, start-"

"Whatever happens happens so count me in, Link. I've never liked that guy… his appalling hair is making my gorge rise… Ugh! The sight of it, I swear…" Link laughed softly in his seat. For the better or worse, Ghirahim would be his friend, forevermore humouring him one way or another. It was a great way to lift someone's spirits before they had to enter an all-serious mood.

The rest of the way was driven in silence. The rain had yet to stop falling, only the thunder had ceased its call. A few cars drove past them in the opposite direction.

The part of the city was almost suburb – mostly traditional, hylian houses was lined up along the roads unlike the more stylish houses of the inner city. With a narrow gaze, the two stared through the water-stained glass for the correct address after having lowered the speed of the car.

"What was his address again?" Ghirahim inquired.

"26 Sky-Watch Street." Link replied. Ghirahim pondered for a few minutes.

"Isn't that it?" He pointed to his left, aiming for a house that was just next to them where the number "26" was vaguely etched on a white tile on the wall. Link nodded and pulled over after a narrow U-turn for easier access to the main road. The rain kept pelting down as they both got out, soaking them within seconds as they hurried over to the front door.

"Ready when you are, Link." Ghirahim said reassuringly. "I got your back."

With only as much as a nod from the Link, he proceeded to ring the doorbell. Just once, then waiting for a few seconds. Then he rang again, waiting for fewer seconds before he ultimately slammed his fist onto the door repeatedly a few times. The door was opened up, a loud, audible grunt of irritation emitted behind it.

"Hold your fucking horses! I'm opening the door!" There was no mistake of it. Even before the door had fully opened up, they could tell it was the captain of the football team, the infamous buffoon of the school with an ego that rivalled Ghirahim's libido. His red, protruded hair was the first thing they saw before he stuck his head out with an expression that showed surprise and initial shock before it drastically changed to a mocking smirk.

"Well, well, well…" Groose began. "What do we have here? Zelda's supposed boyfriend and his boytoy…" The two cringed at his immature approach. "What brings you all the way over here?"

"Let's not beat around the bush Groose." Link said sternly. His icy-blue eyes stared piercingly at the muscular jock, spiteful. "I know what you did."

There was a grin on his idiotic-looking face. Throwing his head back, he laughed out loud, mockingly. "Well done detective. So what? Are you going to start crying? Because let me tell you something pipsqueak; Zelda is, and always will be too good for you! Why she ever wanted to waste herself on a wimp, I'll never understand. But she came around in the end though." He grinned wider. Link and Ghirahim just stood there, baffled over his openness about the whole thing. "Oh, she came around very much… I'll let you in on something; she took it all, and she enjoyed it. I bet she enjoyed having me taking photographs of her, underneath that proper attitude."

Ghirahim glanced over at his friend; Link just stood there. His glare was sharp and spiteful, glaring daggers at Groose in a way that Ghirahim himself had never seen him do. But even so, what was more disturbing was that he just stood there, firmly and tall, with only the sinews in his fingers twitching in his sheer anger. It was so contradicting to what Link really wanted, that much Ghirahim knew, so it was with equally great anxiety and confusion that Ghirahim decided to join in. He took a step forward.

"Oh that's just pathetic on so many levels!" He exclaimed. "I know it must be very difficult for you to score with girls in general, but to sink so low as to blackmail someone else's girlfriend? My goddesses…."

Groose shot him a dark scowl, the insult clearly striking the point. "Shut it! Or I'll fucking kick your face in!" Ghirahim only grinned back, licking his lips.

"Make me, tough guy!"

"I said shut up!" The jock's muscular upper body towered above them as he straightened up, ready to throw the first punch in his anger.

It wasn't until he barely missed Ghirahim that he felt the stinging pain under his chin, a force that sent his head back in recoil. His chin was sore, his teeth ached with the sudden clash and the ground was suddenly feeling unstable. Link withdrew his arm for a second punch, putting all his weight into it for a connection towards Groose's cheek, further sending the now sore head further backwards along with the rest of the body.

He crashed into the door with the backside of his head first. He fell onto his rear, dazed and furious when a third punch landed on his other cheek, forcing him aside. Groose could see from the corner of his eyes, the ferocious eyes of ice-blue colour glaring at him. But just like Link who had a demon controlling his actions, so did Groose when he got up, fed up with the attitude of what he considered a wimp. He hurled himself at the blonde, tackling him to the cold, wet asphalt and pinning him down.

He punched back. And again. Having trained for years, his natural strength was dwarfing Link's and thus making his punches harder and more precise till he suddenly grabbed hold of Link's throat. With the throat as a handle, he lifted Link's head up and bashed down on the asphalt.

By the time he attempted a second bashing, the muscular dolt felt a weight on his shoulders, a weight that struggled and repeatedly punched him in the back of the head till his hold was gone.

"Get off me!" Groose shouted. "Get the hell off me you-" A sharp punch landed on his face, effectively interrupting him and gaining his attention. Assaulted from both fronts, Groose attempted yet again to return the pain but Link beat him to it. A successful swing upwards the jock's chin finally finished the ordeal as he fell to the ground, stunned. Dragging him off from Link, Ghirahim pulled his blonde friend up from the damp ground.

"Well that was quick and efficient." He snickered. "Though the outcome sort of makes us look like the bad guys… So what now?"

Link looked back at his friend. "Let's drag him inside before we leave."

"Leave?"

Link nodded. "I made some preparations before he opened the door. The rest will sort out by itself. I just need to make a phone call before we make a certain stop on the way home." Ghirahim just eyed him even more curiously than earlier, trying to make heads or tails of Link's words.

"Link… What are you on about? What did you do?" Link gave him only a slight smile, rummaging through his open pocket on his jacket, holding up his cell phone. It took a few seconds for Ghirahim to catch up with what just had happened, a smirk forming his lips with his understanding. "You sneaky monkey…. Actually, scratch that. After your little display of knocking that moron out, I'd say… Wolf."

"A wolf?" Link asked with interest as he stepped over to Groose's unconscious form. "Anyway, help me carry him inside."

"Yeah, a wolf. That gaze of yours as you struck… Quite feral if you ask me." Link couldn't stifle his laughter at the comment, even as he heaved the large body indoors. Closing the front door behind them, they quickly got back into the car and slowly drove away.

Ghirahim snickered after a few minutes, eventually laughing loudly, grasping his sides as he doubled over. "I can't believe you actually recorded his entire little speech!"

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There was a repeated, heavy knocking on the door. It wouldn't stop, barely seconds between the waves of knocking on the wood before the redhead finally opened up the door with similar groan like earlier. An icepack in his left hand was pressed against his chin as he unlocked and fully opened the door. In his frustration, he nearly swore right out loud had he not swallowed his breath at the same instance.

"Groose Loftson?" The man who asked was tall, wearing a dark uniform and a peaked hat befitting his occupation. Three more people of the same attire stood behind him.

"Yeah? What do you want?"

"Groose Loftson, you're hereby under arrest for blackmailing Zelda Highmore for sexual favours and for possession of sexually explicit photos of said person to commit the blackmail. You have the right to remain silent."

Hope you all enjoyed the chapter, and the story so far!