Keeping Nightmares In the Light

Keeping Nightmares In the Light By: Haunted

Rated: M for Mature, must be 18 years or older to read

SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT GUYS! I CUT THIS CHAPTER SHORT CUZ IT WAS GOING ON LONGER THAN I PLANNED.

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-NC-Chan- Thanks for the idea! Hehe, you will enjoy this chapter :)

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-Haru- You don't know how much I love and look forward to your reviews. I like how you explain everything and give good criticism! And I'm glad you liked the last chapter :) Yes, it was meant to be short, it was only supposed to be the Dinner scene, so there weren't many paragraphs an such, just a bunch of giggles before the adventure starts and all hell breaks loose (I think). Yeah, Knil is cute when he's confused/oblivious, lol, that's what I'm goin for, what with the realism with the fact that he shouldn't technically 'know' what most things are, and definately NOT sex, and flirting, etc. XD

What is it about Talon and Ingo that has you worried?

And don't worry, the 6th (maybe 7th, if things don't go according to plan) chapter should be getting into the lemon and such Maybe If I don't feel like leaving you guys in suspense any longer, lmao. (don't worry I'm usually to lazy to do that)

-Emeraldcrow- Thanks for keeping up with me on this story, and the compliment! It means a lot to me to have a dedicated reader/reviewer! Lol, I like your interpretations of Knil and Malon's ass slap encounter :3 most defiantly them! If you need someone to review to your story I would be happy to check it out!

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-JustS- Not a problem, I like replying, mostly because I myself like to get and give feedback, just another appreciation for my readers, they make me happy, I try to do the same :) I'm glad you like my story so far! I thought I was going a bit to in-depth with things, I go kind of overboard sometimes Ask my friends, they are afraid to ask for an explanation of anything too sophisticated, though over the years I've learned to dumb it down a little for them, haha. Anyways, enjoy the chapter!

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THANKS GO OUT TO NC-CHAN FOR THE IDEA OF THIS CHAPTER!

Now onto the next chapter shall we! Waves magical wand and now, the newest installment, 'Bubbles'. Which is supposed to just be humorous.

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Chapter Four: Bubbles

He lay awake, the soft bed, with it's blue blanket and white sheets, was comfortable, but it did little to purge his mind of it's thoughts.

'What would it be like?' -Was the sole line that replayed over and over again in his mind.

But the same question could be asked, why should he even care? He never had to worry about feeling before, so what was this foreign emotion that welled up in his chest, and made him feel like he would pleasantly burst with excitement? As morbid and contradictory as that analogy sounds...

He turned over on the mattress again, trying to get comfortable. Wearing black sweat pants he had found while searching the room, his pale chest, bare of clothing, glowed from the silver rays of the full moon just outside the window. His hand ran lightly over the bandages across his stomach, which were placed on him by the very person he was thinking about at the moment.

He imagined her soft caresses when she had thought him asleep, and idly wondered what her skin would feel like. He wanted to understand and know so much about this world, everything was so new to him, it was amazing, and he never thought he could feel so many things at once. Hell, he didn't even know he could feel anything other than anger and hate.

It was a relief, just to be able to feel, his once pure black and translucent body, was now solid, though he still held the ability to move as a shadow, it was by his choice, he was in control of his own magic, and it almost made him feel human, or however they must feel.

It would work, he would get to see this world, and do everything everyone normal does. It was a promise he made to himself, he was going to live this new life to the fullest, and with the help of his fiery red head, he would learn to adapt.

He sighed for the thousandth time that night, before giving up and rolling on his stomach, glad for the cool sheets on his skin in the warm night, cooling his belly, he shoved his bare arms under the fluffy goose feather pillow and finally shut his eyes for the last time that night.

Morning came without any more trouble. The room across from his was alive with the buzz of activity coming from the legally adult, red head getting ready for the day, whose mind was set to wake up at the first sign of the sun's rays.

Quickly running a brush through her locks, she straightened her normal dress like clothing, complete with light leather boots that were once her mothers.

Finally finished, she opened her door and stepped out into the hall, staring at the door of her unlikely houseguest. Shaking her head she walked forward, and reaching out an apprehensive hand, knocked on his door.

"Hey, Knil, you awake?"

She heard a tired moan from the other side of the rectangle piece of wood that was blocking her view of him. Heaving a heavy sigh she knocked again. This time only giving a slight warning of her entry afterwards "I'm coming in."

As soon as she opened the door, the man in question was rubbing his eyes with one hand, sitting on the edge of the mattress, and giving her a tired yawn.

She blushed, pointing an unsteady finger at him. "Where did your clothes go, and where did you get those pants?"

He shrugged tiredly, "It was hot last night, and my tunic was too uncomfortable to sleep in on a bed like this. As for the pants, I found them in a drawer over there." He waved a muscular arm lazily in the direction of the dressers.

She was still blushing, and he got an idea. Raising both hands above his head, he linked them together and stretched, pulling every muscle in his upper body taught, flexing them in the sun's first rays and giving her a full view, though he winced slightly at the movement.

A gasp had escaped without her consent, before she quickly covered it up with a cough. Turning her eyes away quickly.

"You really shouldn't be doing that, you might re-open your wounds. Speaking of which "

He smirked tiredly and yawned again; releasing his arms he let them fall to his side with a thump. Staying immobile as she made her way over to his side, and sat next to him on the bed. Her delicate fingers began to carefully peel away the layers of bandage wrap.

Once finished she examined the somewhat healing flesh, tracing its outline lightly with the tips of her digits. His skin was pale as ever, but she could feel the irritation, and silently wondered why his skin wasn't discolored.

He sucked in a breath at the light contact, but she didn't seem to notice, his ruby eyes fixed on her red hair as her head lent closer for a better look. His fingers itched to touch her soft looking locks.

The thought was banished though when she pulled back, and he felt a little loss over her missing warmth.

"Your wounds aren't healing very fast, it's going to be a slow process. How did it happen?" Her blue orbs locked with his, waiting, the blush on her cheeks from his previous antics all but gone save for a light dusting of pink.

He turned his head away, breaking eye contact, and frowned at the wall.

"It's ok, you don't have to tell me. I was just curious." She spoke hurriedly.

"Link." He said distantly after a few moments of silence, "It was his Master Sword that gave me this, branded me. Somehow the strike that should have turned me into thin air, unlocked my mind, allowed me control. I wasn't an evil being anymore I suppose, just a monster."

"I think it still destroyed the darkness in me, an left the rest of me alone, and confused. It had been my sole purpose to be darkness, to kill, murder, fight, and inflict immeasurable pain on others, then it all suddenly vanished." His eyes looked detached and unseeing.

"Then, after walking around aimlessly in my own blank mind, for I don't know how long, I finally I awoke to searing pain. The mirror room, in which I had resided in, had been contaminated with the watery poison that leaked in from the monster known as Morpha. I blacked out once more and felt as though I was tumbling through crushing waves of heavy liquid. And finally, I awoke to see you." He finished

"That must be why your wounds are healing so slow, the poison is constricting the process." She concluded.

"Maybe. But it'll heal eventually, they always do, even if this one takes longer." He shrugged unworried.

She sighed and gave up, her eyes fixed on his ruffled silver hair, and a giggle passed her lips. He definitely looked like he just woke up. Her hand reached unconsciously up to fix the mess atop his head, carefully pulling apart the tangles, disappointed to find a bunch of sticks, grass, and water plant stuck there.

A frown settled over her features, "You seriously need a bath."

As soon as he heard those words he gave her a confused look, before asking, "What's a bath?"

It was her turn to look confused, "You know, when you use water and clean yourself."

"I never had to, I was a shadow, and it wasn't possible for dirt to collect. And I still don't need one." He said stubbornly, whatever this 'bath' was, it didn't sound good.

"Well you 'do' need one now, you smell like lake water, and dirt, plus your hair has stuff stuck in it. Come on, your going get a bath whether you want one or not."

At this she grabbed his bare wrist and dragged his shocked body through the door, down the hallway, and into their bathroom, before letting go of him and locking the door securely to prevent his escape.

Turning back around to face him she stared determinedly. After she reached into a cubby and grabbed one of the blue towels residing there, she made her way to the back of the room and pulled the curtains open to reveal a porcelain tub connected to only one of the walls. Her hands grasped the knobs and turned it to warm, making sure the drain was plugged.

Blue gaze leveled on him once more, "I'm not letting you out of this room until you've had a bath."

He stared at her stupidly, gaze moving from the tub, to her, and back.

"What the hell is that?" He pointed at the tub, which was lowly filling with warm water.

'Oh god, don't tell me ' She chewed her bottom lip nervously, dreading she was right. "This is a bath tub, please tell me you know how to use it." Her voice held a little pleading in it's tone.

"Does the phrase, 'Never had a bath before', mean anything to you?"

Closing her eyes she silently cursed under her breath. 'Thought as much, the goddesses must be having a ball right about now.'

Letting out a heavy sigh in defeat at this turn of events, she knew he couldn't go without a proper bath with his wound. Opening here eyes she gazed at him seriously, hoping her nerve wouldn't give out on her before she got through this ordeal.

"Alright, first First, you are going to have to strip. After the water level is high enough you're going to get in while I have my back turned. That clear?" She could already feel her cheeks getting warm with just the thought of him loosing the only article of clothing he had left.

"I suppose " He looked at her a little unsure, what the hell was that supposed to solve, it was just water collected in one spot.

Shrugging, he noticed the water level was getting near the top, and proceeded to reach down and started removing the only cover he had on his body in one movement, completely unabashed at his nakedness.

Malon, seeing his movement, gave a light squeak; both hands quickly covered her eyes as she spun around, trying to keep him out of her view. "You could have warned me you know." She admonished softly.

He gave her a toothy grin, "But where's the fun in that? Now I get to see your pretty face go all red."

Hands still covering her eyes moved to the rest of her face, even though her back was turned to him. 'He thinks I'm pretty?' Her inner self squealed with delight. Subconsciously she corrected him, "Its called blushing."

"I'll remember that, since you seem to do it often." She could hear the smirk in his voice.

The sound of water sloshing around behind her made her glance over her shoulder without thinking. Her face became beat red as she quickly looked forward again, trying to fight her blush.

He was standing, in all his glory, in the middle of the tub, looking for all purposes, totally perplexed. "What the hell do I do now?"

"Your supposed to sit in the water, not stand in it."

"Oh That sort of makes sense I guess " His

She could hear more splashing and fought the urge to look, she already got an eyeful once.

"Are you sitting now?"

"Yeah. I've never been in warm water before it feels nice. But how is this supposed to help me get clean?"

Reassured it was safe to look, she turned around. He was reclining in the tub, both arms on either side; with his head tilted back slightly as he relaxed. Her eyes glued themselves to his body.

Shaking it off, she finally started to move again and made her way to another cubbyhole, where she extracted three glass bottles of special Chu Jelly.

"The water is to help rinse, these," she held up the bottles, "are to wash you." She held out one of the bottles that held a green liquid in it, "Pour a little bit of this, and may I emphasize the 'little bit' part, into the water please."

He reached out his left hand an grabbed the bottle, uncorking it with his right. Slowly he let a small amount of the green substance fall to the water, corking, and placing the bottle on the floor next to the tub.

Red eyes remained fixated on the water, fascination evident on his features as he watched the odd liquid mingle with the water and create bubbles on the surface, filling the tub with circular white-trapped air.

Apples, it smelled like apples. Baffled, he took a deep whiff, and had immediately felt it working to help loosen his muscles, coupled with the warm water. He closed his eyes and reclined in the tub, allowing the tension to leave his body.

She had to cover her mouth to hold back the onslaught of giggles that threatened to come out at his childlike wonder. Finally under control, she smiled calmly at the sight of his closed eyes and relaxed body.

Her mothers special concoction, making the normally useless Chu monsters, into calming soaps and medicine, the latter of which was being used for everyone, now sold specially by a healing witch in Kakariko Village.

The soaps never failed to do their job, and she would on occasion, indulge in a hot bath with it after a long day of work. It was the simple things that made her life worth wile it seemed, until Link had come along and shown her what the world could truly hold.

The revelation had caused her to become somewhat restless, almost bored by her daily routine, made her want to seek out something 'more', in lamens term. Such was the main reason she wasn't putting up much of a fuss having Knil around; it broke her schedule and made it exciting.

Breaking out of her reverie, she remembered the task at hand, and brought the two other bottles with her to Knil's side. Pulling up a conveniently placed small wooden stool to sit next to the side of the tub.

Lazily he cracked open an eye to observe, curious to her actions. He caught sight of her opening another of the bottles, this time a deep purple, and pouring just barely enough to fill her small hand.

He gave her a curious glance, "What are you going to do with that?"

The surprise that should have been on her face was absent, already starting to acclimate to his limited knowledge of daily life, and baths; that would be the one that burned into her mind forever.

"I am going to wash your hair with some shampoo, this one isn't scented though, since I'll be using the conditioner afterwards to keep your hair from getting dry and weak."

"Oh." Was his lame reply, before he returned to closing his eyes.

She scooted the wooden stool closer, moving around so she sat behind him and could work easier at this angle. Rubbing her hands together before reaching into his hair and gently rubbing it in.

He died, he knew it. Nothing could feel this good for him to be alive. It was probably sinful, something givin by the goddesses, though he knew he'd be going to hell. The way her fingers moved with dull nails scraping suds into his scalp felt amazing, to put it simply.

His head lolled backward with his eyes shut tight, totally lost in the feel. Encouraged by his reaction she rubbed a little harder and slower, messaging his head and making sure to get soap in all of his hair, but keeping it out of his eyes.

A soft moan passed his lips in appreciation at the new treatment.

Her eyes locked with said lips that were now slightly parted as his head hung backwards, giving her a full view of his face. And suddenly, before she could stop herself, she leaned down and placed a quick kiss on them, but just as fast pulled away, realizing what she had done.

His ruby eyes opened in a flash, feeling alive and very much awake, with a new emotion attempting to stir within him.

She blushed "Sorry about that."

One of the hands that had been hanging placidly over the side of the tub, darted up to softly touch his lips, still staring at her intently. "Don't be." He smiled at her, this time a soft, almost loving smile, if he even knew what love was, which he probably didn't.

She turned her gaze to stare at the wall, embarrassed, but couldn't help but feel her heart give a stutter. If he smiled at her like that all the time, she would probably have a heart attack.

Giving him one last scrub, she spoke, "Dunk your head under for me please, I need to get all of the soap out. Make sure to hold your breath and close your eyes, the soap may feel nice on your body, but it stings really bad when it gets in your eyes, trust me."

He did as instructed and waited under the water, holding himself perfectly still as she rubbed the soap out of his hair. Only coming to the surface after a few moments when she had pulled her hands away, apparently done.

He rubbed his eyes lightly to clear them of the water and soap coating them. Taking a deep breath and letting new oxygen replenish the old, his now soaked hair clung to his head and face, giving him an odd feeling.

She reached down to grab the other bottle at her feet, this time a shiny metallic midnight blue. Once opened it emitted a scent he had never smelled before, almost like Raspberries, but not.

He gave her a glance over his shoulder at the new substance, "What's that called?"

"This is conditioner, it's Blue Raspberry scented."

"That explains it, somewhat. I like it." She had to smile at that.

Eyes once again closed as a sigh was drawn from his body while she started to work the conditioner into his silvery hair, giving it a sparkling blue hue at the contrast. Her fingers worked expertly as he allowed himself to relax in her care.

All too soon it was over, and he repeated the process of dunking his head to rid himself of the soap, the bubbles in the bath water almost gone.

"All done! Now you can get out and dry off with one of the towels I brought over."

He started to extract himself from the tub, getting a satisfying shriek from her, before he felt to hands on his shoulders, pushing him back into a sitting position.

"Here, let me get your towel so you can get out." Few, 'Note to self, never suggest something that he will take literally.' Wiping the imaginary sweat from her brow she stood up to walk around the tub where she placed the towels.

Too late did she notice the water Knil had splashed in plentiful on the floor at entering the bathtub, and soon found herself falling while reaching out and just snagging the towel.

Her eyes squeezed shut as she braced herself for the impact. Which never came as she was suddenly wrapped in two pale, muscular arms around the waist from behind. Blue eyes opened to see the floor just inches from her face, before she was quickly hoisted effortlessly backwards into lying on a bare chest, the owner of which hissed in slight pain at the contact against his wound, water sloshing softly around her.

All pain seemed to be gone as a concerned voice sounded next to her ear, "You alright?"

Her mind finally caught up with her as the shock wore off, she was being hugged from behind by a man, 'a sexy man at that' her mind added, who was totally nude, in a bathtub, her clothes now sufficiently soaked with just both of their heads sticking out of the water.

How embarrassing.

"Y-yeah. Fine. Thanks." She managed to get out, her face aflame.

He too had time to ponder the predicament he had placed them both in. As his emotions started to become jumbled, causing another strange feeling to pool in his lower abdomen, in turn causing confusion in his mind.

He was currently fighting the urge to hold her closer, for some unknown purpose, and felt a sudden aggravation directed to the clothing that separated them. Already having thoughts about tearing them off without actually thinking it through.

That plan died as she lowered her head and showed him the towel she managed to spare from the water, over her shoulder, "Here put this on."

He stared at it, before slowly unwinding a single arm and grabbing it, not wanting to let go of her just yet. Slowly he stood, wet feet stepped carefully onto already wet floor, one arm still holding her securely about the waist, towel in the other.

She felt like a little kid, being held up at such an odd position by their parent. But of course, she was no child, and he was definately not one of her parents. Thank god for that, they'd have to make incest legal.

At last he reluctantly let her go, "So How do I put this on exactly?"

"Um. You just kind of wrap it around your waist." She adverted her gaze until she heard the sound of the cloth being tied.

She turned to face him again with another towel, "Could you bend a little, I'm going to dry your hair."

He nodded and bent at the waist, face parallel to the floor. She draped the towel over his whole head and began to lightly rub it into his hair, giving it a good fluff before she was satisfied and pulled away.

Leaving his side as he righted himself, she grabbed a brush from the sink counter, and pulled up the small stool she had sat on earlier.

"Here, take a seat, I'm just going to brush out the knots." She spoke as she started to work.

Starting from the bottom and worked her way up, using long gentle strokes, she reveled in the feel of his silky silvery white locks. He seemed content to sit there and enjoy the treatment in silence.

Done with that she set the brush back on the counter, smoothing his hair with her hand one more time. "Done, now all you have to do is get dressed. Was that so bad?"

He finally looked up to her, and a leer crept over his mouth. "Nope." 'Not since you look so good soaked' he silently added.

She noticed his pointed gaze at her body and looked down, her white cotton top was clinging very suggestively to her large bosom. Letting out a light 'eep' she made to cover up.

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