The Legend of Zelda : Twisted Destiny

II

 

                The Slums had a good point for any criminals: there were plenty enough of abandoned places to change shelter when the royal guards drew too near. That was part of the reason why the very powerful soldiers of that armed organization never could get their armoured hands on Link or Sheik.

                So, in one shady and abandoned dark house, the Sheikahs, Link and Malon were relaxing from their previous mission - which had turned out really well as all the targets were eliminated. Styx was gone to report the status of their expedition to the Master as the other Sheikahs were merely sitting around a rather big and depraved living room. Acheron was taking the entire place on a couch as he stared at Sheik with piercing and rather disturbing eyes. Of course, the blond didn’t even look back at him.

P. chuckled softly from the chair on which he was sitting, legs crossed. He ran an elegant hand in his wavy blue hair. Acheron looked up at him sharply. “Why you laughing?” P. looked down at him.

                - “Because I feel like it, dear.” He answered with a silky voice. Acheron snorted.

- “Yeah, right!” He snorted, and then turned to stare at the blond again. “Yo, Sheik, why don’t you come a little closer, hmm?” He asked. Cocyte chuckled lowly in the back.

- “Thank you, Acheron, but no. I’ll stay here. I am comfortable.” Replied Sheik as he stood against a wall, his arms and legs crossed. Acheron chuckled in an irritated way.

- “Oh, come on, Sheiky!” The redhead sat up. “I need a little bit of warmth.” He chuckled again. Sheik looked at him from the corner of his eyes.

- “Then ask P. I’m sure he’ll oblige happily.” P. chuckled softly.

-  “Or not.” Replied the blue-haired man. Acheron stood up and walked to his prey until he stood right in front of the smaller man.

- “Look… We could spend some… Quality time together, no?” He smiled wickedly and Sheik stared severely at him, but didn’t move.

- “I have refused your invitations many times before. And I will keep on refusing them, Acheron.” His voice was dry. The redhead’s smile went down.

- “Come on.” He took Sheik’s hand that the blond took away immediately. Acheron growled. “Why won’t you accept my demand?”

- “Because I’m not interested.” Replied the stern blond, his voice slightly lower and more dangerous than it normally was. The redhead backed away slightly.

- “Acheron, dear, leave poor Sheik alone, will you?” Ordered P. subtly as he brushed his hair.

- “But it’s not fair!” He pointed at Sheik. “I’m sure you let that Hylian bastard fuck you!” The blond tilted his head to the side.

- “I don’t think my sexual and private life should have anything to do with you. And besides…” He gave the man in front of him a very arrogant stare. “I’m entirely satisfied with him and don’t need you.” P. chuckled as Acheron’s jaws fell.

- “True. Now, Acheron, come and sit here. Leave Sheik alone.” Ordered P., this time with more authority. Acheron obeyed, growling lowly as he went back to his couch.

                Sheik sighed softly as the redhead walked away from him. Yet, he didn’t move from his spot and instead, closed his eyes to think a moment. A moment that was quickly interrupted by Styx who appeared inside the house. Sheik opened his eyes again to focus on the Sheikah kid who went straight at him. “Sheik, Master wants to see you and Link.” The blond nodded slightly.

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  “Where’s he, anyways?” Asked Acheron’s irritated voice.


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  “Link?” Asked P.


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  “Of course, him! Who else?!” P. rolled his eyes at his friend’s bad mood.


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  “With Malon. Where else?” Answered Cocyte with his low and serene voice. Sheik rolled his eyes.


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  “I’ll go get him.” He answered casually before heading upstairs to get his friend.

Of course, it wasn’t really hard to find the room in which Link and Malon were; you needed to only follow the perpetual noise and the high-pitched moans. Sheik, of course, didn’t really mind to disturb them in the middle of their activities. In fact, it was almost satisfying to stop that endless noise and those so disturbing moans…

So, without knocking, the blond entered the room calmly and crossed his arms over his chest as he stared at the ephemeral couple. Not really minding his presence, Link only slowly down and looked at him, giving him a questioning stare as Malon squeaked and covered herself with the blanket. Link chuckled as he separated himself from the redhead and sat in the bed, staring at Sheik. “Wanna join?” He proposed the Sheikah.

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  “No, thank you. Acheron would be sad.” The Hylian chuckled.


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  “I’m sure he would.” The men stared at each other, Sheik not minding at all his friend’s nudity. Malon moved in the bed to hug Link’s arm, resting her head against his shoulder. “Anyways, why are you here? I doubt you only felt like disturbing us.” Sheik chuckled softly.


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  “You are right. The Master wants to see us.”


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  “Now?”


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  “Now.” Link sighed.


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  “Okay, just give me a minute. I need to clean up and dress.” He got up as Malon stared at him with big eyes.


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  “Are you going to come back?” She asked. Link chuckled as he took his clothes and headed for the bathroom.


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  “I don’t know.” And he locked himself in the small room. The redhead looked up sharply at Sheik.


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  “Couldn’t it have waited?” His red eyes focused on her in a somehow disdainful way.


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  “No.”

***

                The Master, as they complied to call him, had his headquarters in a small, and just as depraved house as the others, house in the Slums. For safety reasons, he wouldn’t go meet with his group, but summon them, mostly using Styx to do so. He stood in the darkness, looking out a dirty window at the street where a few guards were patrolling and, most of the time, ignoring the poor and the people who really needed them. The Slums were just the home of criminals, ugly, sick and starving people, after all. They were no humans.

                But he knew much better. Not only were these souls desperate for everything that life hadn’t given them, but they had nothing to lose. And a soldier who has nothing to lose fights until death and stays loyal to his superior.

                And that was exactly the kind of pets that he wanted under his influence.

                From behind him, the door cracked open and his favourite pets appeared. Link bowed lowly as Sheik stayed back, bowing his head slightly. “Master, you asked for us?” asked the Hylian.

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  “I have. How was your mission?”


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  “It went well. All the targets were eliminated.” The Master chuckled.


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  “And you let a message for the guards, I guess?” Link chuckled evilly.


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  “Of course.” He looked up at the tall and very muscular man that was his boss and, at some point, father. The huge man turned around, revealing his tanned skin and yellowish piercing eyes.


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  “I’m glad to hear so. Anyhow, I wanted to see you both for a reason.” Hylian and Sheikah looked up at him. “There will be Hyrule’s annual ball in a few days. You should come with me, both of you.” The smaller men looked, perplex, at each other.


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  “Why, us, if I may ask, Master Ganondorf?” Asked Sheik very casually.


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  “Because I just feel like carrying you around and because it would be a nice occasion for you to steal a few interesting things and collect information about the nobles there.” He answered before grinning.


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  “Then, we shall come.” Asnwered Link, bowing his head again. Ganondorf chuckled. This young man had no respect over anything, not even over himself. But he admired the Master so very much. Foolish child.


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  “You can take your leave, now.” He said smoothly before turning around to stare back through his window. The younger men quickly disappeared, their step quiet.

***

                Tatl looked up at Olwen, her attitude and expression showing how excited she was to finally get into Castle Town and mostly, the Market District. He stared down at her, and chuckled softly before exiting the castle with his lady beside him.

                They made their way through the crowded part of the city as Tatl had a hard time staying calm beside her very stern butler. She stopped to every stand, talked to everybody and ran around to buy stuff everywhere. He smiled softly to her all the while, even if that part of his face was hidden behind his cowl. Once in a while, she would hurry back to him and he’d take her bags and chuckle at what she would say before running off again.

                As they pushed their way through the people in the Market, they spotted a big fountain that was decorated by a huge statue of the Goddesses holding the sacred triforce. This was the central spot of the district. On one of the fountain’s edge, Sheik was sitting and playing his harp softly, his eyes closed. He wore a tight red suit that complimented his long braided golden hair. Sitting on the ground, right beside him, was Link who wore a very peasant-like suit. Right before them, there was a hat in which a few rupees had been dropped.

                The sweet music caught Tatl’s long ears immediately and she turned around to go towards that melody. She smiled to the two men and neared them to drop a few rupees in the hat. Sheik opened his eyes to look at her and nod as Link smiled to her. “Thanks.” He said.

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  “My pleasure.” She replied, smiling. “Your friend plays beautifully.”


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  “That, he does.” Answered Link.

Tatl took a few steps away from them only to spot Olwen who was staring right through her, at Sheik. He was visibly giving the blond a very interested stare. Sheik looked up at him, their crimson eyes meeting and he smirked under his own cowl. Tatl giggled softly as Link chuckled, looking up at Sheik. “We don’t see other Sheikahs beside ours often.” The dirty blond commented loud enough only for Sheik to hear. The blond nodded softly.

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  “Indeed… Nor do we encounter fluorescent curvy women often.” Link gave him a naughty chuckle.


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  “Don’t worry, I have noticed. But the big Sheikah with her kinda shows off she’s a noble. He visibly serves her.”


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  “She must be part of some royal family then.” Link nodded.


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  “She looks noble enough for me. And sexy enough too…” He bit his lower lip as he stared at her figure. Sheik chuckled.

Tatl looked up at Olwen. He stared down at her, slowly tearing his eyes away from the blond harpist. “Yes?” He asked.

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  “Do you think we could stay here a little while?” He shrugged softly.


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  “Whatever you desire.” She giggled happily again and turned to join the two men once again. Link looked up at her.


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  “Feeling generous again, milady?” He asked, smiling widely, showing surprisingly white and straight teeth for a beggar. She laughed softly.


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  “Mind if I join you and dance? Maybe you’ll collect more rupees that way.” Link stared up at Sheik, and the blond looked down at him.


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  “Of course.” Replied Sheik before returning to his harp, closing his eyes again.

Tatl then started to dance to Sheik’s rhythm. Olwen moved to stand beside Sheik, staring softly at Tatl as she enjoyed herself. Sometimes, though, his eyes would drift down to look at the musician’s delicate frame.

Of course, people quickly crowded to look at the improvised show that was offered to them. They cheered and clapped in their hands happily as Tatl danced. Link got up and took the hat, walking around. “Dear ladies and gentlemen, if the show pleases you, be aware that we are pleased to perform for you! Therefore, it would be more than appreciated that you would put even a single rupee in this hat so we will be able to perform for you again another day!” And as he kept walking around, the hat quickly filled itself with rupees.

After some time, though, Sheik stopped playing and looked up at Link who stared back at him. “Time to get back home?” The dirty blond asked? Sheik nodded. The Hylian than turned to look at Tatl and bowed softly to her, taking her hand and kissing it lightly before looking back at her smiling face. “We have to go, milady. Thank you for your help.” He smiled charismatically to her.

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  “There’s no need to thank me! I had a pretty good time.” She giggled softly and Link chuckled.


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  “Then, I hope that we will meet again.” He let go of her hand and bows slightly once again. Sheik got up, glancing one last time at Olwen before walking away, quickly followed by Link and the rupees-filled hat.

As they walked back into the Slums, Link looked down at the hat, and then at Sheik. “Think we’ll meet again with her at the ball?” Sheik shrugged slightly.

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  “Most probably. She’s visibly a noble.” Link nodded and smirked.


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  “Then, I’ll try getting in her skirts there.” He chuckled a little evilly. Sheik rolled his eyes and sighed.


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  “You are impossible.”


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  “I know.”

***

                Once they reached the castle, Impa tore Olwen away from Tatl and made him disappear for some time. Alone, the twilight princess decided to walk around the humongous and magnificent castle, visiting places she hadn’t really seen before. She reached Zelda’s quarters, at some point, only to be told that the princess was away, somewhere in the castle.

                So she kept walking around and ultimately, reached the domestic’s quarters. She entered and walked around. They waved at her as they busied themselves with various tasks. Tatl smiled. At some point, in her expedition, she reached a rather small room that was mostly empty, except for some pile of hay. On that hay, a young woman wearing commoner clothes with long, slightly wavy and very golden hair had her back turned to Tatl. The fluorescent lady took a step forward and the young woman turned around to look at her. Tatl gasped. “Z-Zelda?” The princess laughed softly as she turned around, putting a book down on her lap.

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  “Welcome, Tatl.” She smiled to her.


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  “What are you doing in the domestic’s quarters?” Zelda invited her to sit beside her royal self.


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  “I was only running away from my duties for a little while. Here’s one of the rare room in which I can be alone. No one really knows that I come here to be in peace but the domestics.” She smiled. “And they stay quiet about it.” Tatl blinked and looked at her friend.


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  “You run away from duties?” Insisting on the “you”, but it was obvious that she was being sarcastic as she knew very well the other woman. Zelda chuckled softly.


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  “Of course I do. Mostly when it’s about marriage.” She looked at Tatl. “I don’t want to marry. And I get bored of the people at the court.” Tatl giggled.


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  “I understand that feeling very well.” Zelda smiled softly, her moon-colour skin seeming almost as white as Tatl’s own skin in the sun.


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  “Anyhow, were you looking for me?”


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  “Not really… I was only visiting the castle…” Zelda smirked.


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  “And looking for Isca?” Tatl blushed slightly.


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  “Well… Maybe…” Zelda chuckled.


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  “At this hour, you’ll most probably find him training in the guards’ quarters.” She smiled evilly a little, her eyes shining in an amused way. “And he often trains topless.” She giggled as Tatl blushed a little darker.


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  “Thank you… I… Think I’ll go see him.” Tatl got up and exited the room, her step followed by Zelda’s amused giggle.

***

Zelda was, of course, right. Tatl entered the training room without making any noise and smiled softly as she saw Isca, alone in the room, training with his two-handed sword. As Zelda had predicted; he was topless and the sweat on his skin only helped to frame his every muscles as he moved. Tatl blushed slightly as she stared at him more than at what he was doing, but she smiled softly when she finally drew her eyes away from his very interesting and tanned skin.

But Isca was concentrated on his training and didn’t realise that he was being watched. Not right away. In facts, he was used, at some point, to be watched as he trained. Though, most of the time, it would be co-workers or Zelda. He was a skilled swordsman; he had been trained since he was a child to become a knight. In fact, he was most probably the most skilled swordsman of the country as he was the Captain of the Royal Guard; a title rarely given to a knight, and even less often offered to anyone else. The last person who had been honoured with this title used to be a peasant from Kakariko who ended up marrying Zelda’s late aunt. And after him, no one had been good enough. No one until Isca appeared.

At some point, he lowered his heavy weapon and wiped his forehead before turning around and spotting Tatl. He froze and blushed. “L-Lady Tatl! Have you been here for long!?” She smiled to him.

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  “Enough to watch you for a little while.” She stared at him. “No titles, Isca.” He nodded softly.


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  “Yes… Tatl.” She giggled and smiled more.


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  “You see, was it that hard?”


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  “N-No… Not really…” He looked away, blushing again. She thought he looked adorable; such a big man with that cute boyish attitude.


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  “You are skilled.” He smiled to her.


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  “I’ve been training for years…” She walked to him.


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  “I know.” Tatl looked up at him as he stared down at her. “I was wondering if you’d like to go take a little walk out?”


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  “With you?” She giggled and punched his arm very lightly.


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  “Of course with me!” He chuckled softly and shyly.


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  “Yes… I’ll gladly come along.” He rubbed his arm where she punched him. “I’ll just dress up before.”


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  “Why? You’re fine like this.” She giggled and he blushed a dark red shade before chuckling nervously.


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  “I-I-Is that so?” He looked away again, now really shy. She smiled softly.


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  “Well, it is so, but it was only a joke. You can dress up if you wish.” He nodded.


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  “Y-yeah…! A-a joke!” She rolled her eyes at him, but kept smiling.


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  “Now, go dress!” And he obeyed.

When he was done, they exited the training ground as well as the castle, a few minutes later.  Hyrule Castle had a humongous garden in which you could walk around for hours. Because it was late spring, the flowers were mature and the ambiance was merely magical. Tatl held Isca’s arm softly as they walked around in silence most of the time. Isca still had a hard time not to blush as her proximity was enough to make him uncomfortable. As for her, she was mesmerized by the ambiance, the colors and the beauty of the garden under the dying sun. She looked up at the knight. “It is beautiful, isn’t it?” He smiled softly to her.

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  “It sure is…” He looked down at her, considering what he was about to say. “Just like… You.” She smiled back softly before looking back at the flowers, slightly shy. “You know…” He continued, feeling more confident than before. “I.. Am really, really glad to see you again, Tatl.” She looked up at him.


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  “And I am glad to be back and see you too, Isca.” He bit his lower lip and took a deeper breath.


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  “And I was wondering if… You know… Hyrule’s annual ball is next week… And I was just wondering if you were going?” She nodded.


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  “Of course I will!” He sighed softly.


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  “Then… I…” He looked down, a little shy. “Maybe we could go there together…?” She smiled happily and nodded.


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  “Yes! I’d be really glad to accompany you!” She giggled and he smiled widely, relieved.

***

                Hyrule’s annual ball was the biggest event of the years for the upper class of the Holy Land and for all of the nobles of every influent kingdom. Of course, only the elite would come to such a party and they would, of course, bring their domestics with them.

                Lord Ganondorf was well known in the community of rich and famed people. He reigned over the Gerudo Desert with a steady and steely hand. His people praised him highly. But he was also reputed to be the boss of some mafia in the kingdom. No one knew if these allegations were right or not, but the doubt remained. As far as the Royal Guards were concerned, they had nothing to prove that he was a criminal mastermind, but they did try to catch him many times. Sadly enough for them, the desert man was way too intelligent to let himself be caught.

                So, on that wonderful night, he entered the castle wearing a very expensive-looking black suit, along with Sheik and Link, who were dressed respectively in dark blue and red. They both looked handsome and fitted with the community of nobles that surrounded them.

                They followed their master through the ballroom until he told them to do what they wished, but to stay low-profiled. So the two men installed themselves near a small table on which many fancy drinks were displayed. Link took one as Sheik started to look around the room. “Spotted anyone or anything interesting, yet?” Asked the Hylian. Sheik shook his head.

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  “You’re being impatient. We’ve been here only for a few minutes.”


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  “Yeah… I guess you’re right.” The blond chuckled.


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  “I always am.” Link snorted.

At the entrance, people clapped happily as the princess Zelda was announced. She wore, that year, a gorgeous purple dress. She waved at everybody and smiled softly at them. On her heels were Isca – who wore his formal guard attire with a red cape on which the Hyrule’s arms were drawn in white – and Tatl who held his arm and smiled elegantly. She was breath-taking, as always, her fluorescent and curvy charms being enhanced by the dress she was wearing; a twili black and very princess-like dress with fluorescent green lines that hung to her perfect body in a more than perfect way, along with a black veil. And behind the couple, walked the manliest couple of Hyrule; Lady Impa and Olwen, who both wore matching black suits.

Lady Impa was, in everyone – or almost – a very, very manly woman. Despite her curvy and womanly appearance, she had the attitude of a hardened warrior and was Zelda’s bodyguard. Nearly as tall as Olwen, she shared a similar build, but in a smaller frame, of course. Had she been a man, she would have been bigger than Olwen, which would have been quite impressive, considering the Sheikah’s bearish figure.

Of course, the group attired everyone’s attention. And Link was not the only man to have his jaws fall when he spotted the gorgeous women, and mostly, Tatl. And her curves.  Sheik chuckled softly to his friend’s expression as the Hylian stared straight at the twilight princess. “Oh shit, Sheik…” Link whispered. “Never seen such a… woman before.”

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  “Well, if you got out of Malon’s bed once in a while, maybe you would.”


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  “Do you sincerely think I sleep only with Malon?” He gave Sheik a questioning stare. Sheik sighed.


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  “No. But I did hope. Seriously, how many sexually transmissible diseases have you?” Link laughed.


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  “I dunno. The doctor said I was safe last time I went to check.” Sheik rolled his eyes as the dirty blond chuckled.


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  “You are a whore.”


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  “So are you.” Sheik snorted.

They stared at the group as they walked by and eventually separated. Zelda was quickly surrounded by young men who were visibly princes and dukes trying to seduce her. Olwen ended up in a corner of the room, pretty much opposite to Impa’s emplacement. As for Tatl and Isca, they stayed together for a long period of time, as Link stared at the couple, keeping an evil smirk on his pinkish lips. Sheik looked at him, then at where he was looking and chuckled. “Planning to piss the captain off again?” Link chuckled darkly.

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  “He seems to like the fluorescent beauty. I happen to like her too. Think he already popped her cherry?” He took a sip of his glass. Sheik shrugged.


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  “Go ask them.”


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  “I’m tempted.” He chuckled. “Think he’d be pissed off if I slept with her?” Sheik looked at him.


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  “Yes.” Link’s smirk grew eviler.


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  “Nice. I’ve got tonight’s planning.” The Sheikah sighed.


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  “Ganon said to stay low-profile. I doubt it’s considered to be “low-profiled” when trying to sleep with the Captain of the Royal Guards’ love interest in the middle of a crowded ball. Plus, may I remind you that we are both wanted? And probably more dead than alive. At least, in your case.” Sheik chuckled. The Hylian rolled his eyes at him.


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  “Ah, come on. I’ll just seduce her and fuck her hard.” The blond shook his head, desperate.


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  “I give up. Do whatever you want, but I won’t be helping you out of that one.” Link chuckled and kissed Sheik’s cheek.


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  “Thanks, I knew you’d understand!” And he walked away. Sheik sighed softly and stared at him before chuckling again.


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  “You’re impossible, Link…”

As Link started to disappear in the crown, Sheik spotted the sheikah butler across the room. He stared up at him, which made the much taller and stronger man look back. Because Sheik was arrogant and confident enough to hold Olwen’s rather intense stare, the silver-haired man chuckled. He gave the blond a questioning stare and it was Sheik’s turn to chuckle.

Smirking under the mask covering the lower half of his face, Olwen walked away from his spot and joined the other Sheikah.

It was rather peculiar how they felt at ease with each other really quickly. Olwen stared down at the blond beside him as Sheik looked up. Their bloody eyes – the heritage of every Sheikah – met and Sheik smirked under his cowl. “I think I forgot to mention my name, last time we met. I am Olwen.” Sheik chuckled.

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  “And I am Sheik.” The silver-haired man smiled under his own mask.


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  “I am glad to meet you, Sheik.”


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  “The same goes for me.” They looked at the ball and at what was going on a moment.


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  “What brings you to this kind of celebration?” Sheik looked back up at the big man.


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  “I am a musician. My harp brought me here.” Olwen nodded slowly.


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  “I see.”


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  “And what about you?” The taller man looked down at him, and then he nodded towards Tatl who was still by Isca’s side.


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  “Her. I am her butler and bodyguard. As a Sheikah, I serve a royal family.” He stared back at Sheik. “And you, who do you serve?” The question took Sheik by surprise.


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  “No one, really.” And he looked away, spotting Link in the crowd. Olwen chuckled lowly.


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  “I see.” He answered once more.

Just as Sheik sat his stare on Link, a woman came to capture Isca and drag him away from Tatl. The blond Sheikah looked at his friend as he headed, slowly, towards the fluorescent woman. He sighed. Olwen, who was beside him, he was clearly watching over the woman as well, and Sheik doubted he’d just let Link steal the pretty princess away. So, he turned around to look at the silver-haired man again. “What about taking a little walk away from here, hmm?” He asked seductively. Olwen gave him a questioning and yet, very interested stare.

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  “… I see no objections.” Sheik chuckled and walked before the taller man. Olwen followed as they headed outside and more importantly, away from Link’s crime scene.

Tatl had her back turned to Link when he finally appeared near her. Isca was away, probably in another room, discussing something that looked important. Anyhow, the Hylian appeared suddenly beside Tatl. She jumped slightly, and then smiled to him. Link smiled charismatically and took her hand to kiss it lightly. “Good evening, milady…” He started.

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  “Good evening to you too.”


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  “May I bluntly point that you are gorgeous tonight.” She laughed softly.


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  “Well, thank you.” She stared at him a moment, her magenta eyes being almost hypnotizing. “I… Think I have seen you before.” He chuckled softly and nodded.


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  “Yes, when you danced in the Market, the other day. I was with the guy who played the harp.” Her eyes widened slightly.


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  “Yes! I remember!” She looked at him. “But… I mean… aren’t you both…”


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  “Beggars?” He shook his head. “We are performers and we go where we can perform. And where gorgeous women awaits. At least, in my case.” She giggled lightly, a little uncomfortable under all those compliments.


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  “Well, thank you again…” They stayed in silence a moment before Link smiled softly to her, once again. She looked up at him. He did have some very beautiful eyes…


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  “Would you like to go for a little walk outside, perhaps?” She nodded.


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  “Yes, of course.” He presented her his arm and she took it, smiling.

They headed outside to walk around the garden like she had done with Isca a few days before. The place was still just as magnificent, though it felt a little weird to be with another man than the knight. Nevertheless, she ended up liking Link’s company as he kept making her laugh with random jokes. He sure knew how to entertain someone.

But, as they walked, he started to get… closer. He wasn’t blunt or anything, but his motives were clearly identifiable, and it scared the Twili. Still, she kept her smile as she looked up at him. “Maybe it is time to get back.” He looked down at her.

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  “Already?” She nodded.


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  “Well… We’ve been away for quite some time, now…” He came to stand before her.


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  “Maybe…” He smiled seductively and she swallowed as she became nervous. “But…” He took a step forward. “Maybe we could… Enjoy ourselves a little more…?” She took a few steps back.


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  “Well… I think we enjoyed each other enough for now, Link.” She smiled. His smile seemed to die slowly.


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  “I don’t share that opinion, you see.” He grabbed her hips, pulling her closer. She gasped in surprised before pushing herself away from him.

He chuckled darkly as he pushed her against a nearby wall. She struggled with energy and pushed him away. Yet, he was stronger than she was. He took her hands and pinned them above his head. She screamed and raised her knee to hit him. He dodged that attack that would have been quite painful, but lost his focus on her hands. Tatl freed herself and slapped him across the face. Hard enough to stun him a second.

Pushing Link away, she tried to run from him, but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him with energy. She screamed again as she started to struggle once more. He chuckled. “You’re fierce. That’s how I like my girls.” She felt nauseous, disgusted by him.

She pushed him away successfully again, but he caught her hair and pulled her to him once more. She yelled, this time, gasping also as it was painful. She had her back pressed tightly against his chest and he was holding her by the waist. A second later, something cold and sharp was pressed against her neck. “Look, obey and I won’t have to use that, okay?” He whispered in her ear.

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  “If I were you, I wouldn’t even dream about it…” Said the dangerously low voice of Isca, behind them. Link spun around to face the Captain of the Royal Guards. He grinned widely.


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  “We finally meet, Captain.” Said Link.


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  “Yes, and I recommend that you let go of her.” He pointed his rather impressive sword at the smaller man. Tatl stared at Isca with terrified eyes. The knight stare switched momentarily to Tatl and his expression changed. Link chuckled very darkly.


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  “So… This is your woman?” He asked slyly as he started to caress Tatl’s hips. She gasped as Isca growled.


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  “Don’t you dare touch her…”


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  “Why? You’re jealous?” His hand slowly went up her stomach. Isca’s fierceness only intensified as he tightened his grip around his sword’s handle. “You would love to be the one doing this to her, wouldn’t you?” Link started to massage Tatl’s rather impressive breast. She blushed and whined softly, shutting her eyes tightly, ashamed and scared.


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  “Stop it!” Growled the brunet. Link only chuckled again.


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  “Oh, don’t tell me you didn’t get to fuck her already?” Judging by Isca’s expression, he was totally right. Link laughed. Looking at Isca, he licked Tatl’s ear slowly as his fingers found her nipple. He teased it and she yelped. “I will come back for you…” He whispered lowly in her ear. “I’m not done with you. I will taste you.” Looking at Isca, he suddenly released Tatl and pushed her roughly towards her knight. She fell down.

Link turned around and started running. Isca chased him, but not for long; the smaller man was incredibly quick. He had already disappeared. Angry, the knight went back to Tatl who was crying softly on the ground, terrorised and still very shocked. He kneeled on the ground beside her. “Let’s go back to the castle, okay?” She looked at him and nodded softly. He helped her to his feet and they walked away.

From a nearby rooftop, Link was watching. He growled and kicked some rock away before taking his hook shot out of his suit and aim at another roof. In a matter of minutes, he was back to the depraved house in the slums. Sheik was already there. He merely looked up at Link’s angry face. “It didn’t go that well, I presume?” Link stared fiercely down at him.

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  “No!” He slammed his fist in a wall. “Where’s Malon?! I need to fuck!”

Sheik merely rolled his eyes and walked away.