Somewhere I Belong
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Zelda › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
3,745
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Somewhere I Belong
Title: Somewhere I Belong
Author : Wataris Girl (Lady Jade)
Series: Ocarina of Time (Post Game Setting but has nothing to do with Majora’s Mask)
Pairing: LinkxSheik or Maybe, SheikXLink, you know, whatever tickles my fancy.
Rating: Lets call it …NC17…cause everything I write eventually disintegrates to graphic smut…
Warning: Yaoi, some sap and fuzz and angst…stir well over a medium heat and leave the plot running screaming from cannon. Mix well. Serve hot.
Insert Witty Disclaimer Here: Don’t own it, never will, fugeddaboutit
~*~
Chapter One
“The Search.”
I’ve been wandering out in this field for ages, Epona plodding patiently behind me, occasionally ripping up a muzzle full of dandelions. Not much bothers her, luckily, but since I could remember, something has been bothering me. To have such ignorant bliss.
Sometimes, when the wind moves just right, or I turn my head quickly enough, I expect to catch sight of someone I can’t seem to forget or even to remember… Sometimes, someone sings a song, and it is eerily familiar. I can’t put my finger on it though. It’s as though, once, a long time ago, I was someone elThisThis other time haunts my dreams…worlds I do not know, creatures that have no name to me anymore but cry out in my mind that they SHOULD.
I have been growing a lot lately, I am almost eighteen summers now, but who counts anyways? And these memories…these…hallucinations, whatever they are, keep getting stronger. Sometimes, that mark on the back of my hand will itch for no reason. I scratch it and feel an uneasy tingle in my stomach, it’s like a warning, a flash of something to come or a battle to be had, even though I know little of battles.
Its times like this that I do what I do now, leaping to Epona’s back and heeling her on. I love the feel of her muscles flexing under my thighs, the way I gasp for breath and whoop for joy as I spread my arms and ride hard into the wind, loving the of of it. For a moment I am free, and I am that someone I used to, or imagine, I used to be. I am missing so much, though it is tangible nothing that I can count. I have everything, well, except a friend.
They isolated me back in the Kokiri forest. I was a dreamer, even by their standards. Some of them looked at me so knowingly, and I wondered what knowledge they held in their eyes. The others simply looked at me as vacant. Yes, I tend to drift off, yes, I don’t always pay attention, but if you had this other person inside you, wouldn’t you? I suppose it is natural at my age to search for a mate, for someone who understands, and that is why I am circling this field, trying to make up my mind. Part of me seems to know the way to somewhere, somewhere I belong. I wonder if I should follow it. I have grown too big for the Kokiri villagers to be easy around me. I tried to stay for a time, after…after what? You see, that is what I cannot remember…I did not appear out of thin air. No parents…no family…nothing. How can that be? There is far too much to question.
I sit lower as Epona rounds the cherry tree like she might an enemy, squealing and taking a mock kick at it. I laugh and brace myself for the jolt of her movement, digging my fingers into her dark mane for balance. I snap a twig from the tree, rolling it expertly into my left hand. My arm feels tight and lean, perfect, as though it has held this pose in more than just mockery.
The sunlight catches me in the eyes as we crest the hill, I am blinded for a moment, and when my vision returns I am no longer in the meadow. /I see him then, there is the scent of sandalwood, of dust and desert sun, like he contains the desert within himself. My blade gleaming in the light edging arothe the castle, Epona jittering beneath me as she snorts, this is wrong. She knows it. Even the damn horse knows it. I nod, bowing my head as that Hylian touches me, she touches me…and this is all wrong! I have a rea a R a RIGHT to stay. I see him and I don’t want to leave, I don’t want to be alone! He closes his eyes to hide his tears, but I see them fall, unnoticed to the desert sand. And then I am falling, falling and I cannot stop myself, I am small and helpless and so alone, I don’t want to go back, I don’t want to!/
I come back to reality as I hit the dirt, my arm twisting underneath me painfully. I start coughing, the wind completely knocked out of me. My chest burns, and my hearst hst have slammed against my ribs, because it feels as though someone is squeezing it, and my eyes water. I look up. Epona looks down. I swear she is laughing at me. She blows once through her nose curiously as though to ask me what in hell’s name I am doing here on the ground. I can’t even tell her that. How did I get here? Why can’t I remember? I stand slowly, leaning against her shoulder for balance and then painstakingly remount. My muscles ache fiercely at the betrayal. Wow. Not a good idea. The funny thing is, this tears it. I am going to go where I please, and follow my instincts. I might be able to find what I am looking for. But how? I heel Epona on as there is plenty of daylight left. No sense sitting around when you have made up your mind. Right?
Author : Wataris Girl (Lady Jade)
Series: Ocarina of Time (Post Game Setting but has nothing to do with Majora’s Mask)
Pairing: LinkxSheik or Maybe, SheikXLink, you know, whatever tickles my fancy.
Rating: Lets call it …NC17…cause everything I write eventually disintegrates to graphic smut…
Warning: Yaoi, some sap and fuzz and angst…stir well over a medium heat and leave the plot running screaming from cannon. Mix well. Serve hot.
Insert Witty Disclaimer Here: Don’t own it, never will, fugeddaboutit
~*~
Chapter One
“The Search.”
I’ve been wandering out in this field for ages, Epona plodding patiently behind me, occasionally ripping up a muzzle full of dandelions. Not much bothers her, luckily, but since I could remember, something has been bothering me. To have such ignorant bliss.
Sometimes, when the wind moves just right, or I turn my head quickly enough, I expect to catch sight of someone I can’t seem to forget or even to remember… Sometimes, someone sings a song, and it is eerily familiar. I can’t put my finger on it though. It’s as though, once, a long time ago, I was someone elThisThis other time haunts my dreams…worlds I do not know, creatures that have no name to me anymore but cry out in my mind that they SHOULD.
I have been growing a lot lately, I am almost eighteen summers now, but who counts anyways? And these memories…these…hallucinations, whatever they are, keep getting stronger. Sometimes, that mark on the back of my hand will itch for no reason. I scratch it and feel an uneasy tingle in my stomach, it’s like a warning, a flash of something to come or a battle to be had, even though I know little of battles.
Its times like this that I do what I do now, leaping to Epona’s back and heeling her on. I love the feel of her muscles flexing under my thighs, the way I gasp for breath and whoop for joy as I spread my arms and ride hard into the wind, loving the of of it. For a moment I am free, and I am that someone I used to, or imagine, I used to be. I am missing so much, though it is tangible nothing that I can count. I have everything, well, except a friend.
They isolated me back in the Kokiri forest. I was a dreamer, even by their standards. Some of them looked at me so knowingly, and I wondered what knowledge they held in their eyes. The others simply looked at me as vacant. Yes, I tend to drift off, yes, I don’t always pay attention, but if you had this other person inside you, wouldn’t you? I suppose it is natural at my age to search for a mate, for someone who understands, and that is why I am circling this field, trying to make up my mind. Part of me seems to know the way to somewhere, somewhere I belong. I wonder if I should follow it. I have grown too big for the Kokiri villagers to be easy around me. I tried to stay for a time, after…after what? You see, that is what I cannot remember…I did not appear out of thin air. No parents…no family…nothing. How can that be? There is far too much to question.
I sit lower as Epona rounds the cherry tree like she might an enemy, squealing and taking a mock kick at it. I laugh and brace myself for the jolt of her movement, digging my fingers into her dark mane for balance. I snap a twig from the tree, rolling it expertly into my left hand. My arm feels tight and lean, perfect, as though it has held this pose in more than just mockery.
The sunlight catches me in the eyes as we crest the hill, I am blinded for a moment, and when my vision returns I am no longer in the meadow. /I see him then, there is the scent of sandalwood, of dust and desert sun, like he contains the desert within himself. My blade gleaming in the light edging arothe the castle, Epona jittering beneath me as she snorts, this is wrong. She knows it. Even the damn horse knows it. I nod, bowing my head as that Hylian touches me, she touches me…and this is all wrong! I have a rea a R a RIGHT to stay. I see him and I don’t want to leave, I don’t want to be alone! He closes his eyes to hide his tears, but I see them fall, unnoticed to the desert sand. And then I am falling, falling and I cannot stop myself, I am small and helpless and so alone, I don’t want to go back, I don’t want to!/
I come back to reality as I hit the dirt, my arm twisting underneath me painfully. I start coughing, the wind completely knocked out of me. My chest burns, and my hearst hst have slammed against my ribs, because it feels as though someone is squeezing it, and my eyes water. I look up. Epona looks down. I swear she is laughing at me. She blows once through her nose curiously as though to ask me what in hell’s name I am doing here on the ground. I can’t even tell her that. How did I get here? Why can’t I remember? I stand slowly, leaning against her shoulder for balance and then painstakingly remount. My muscles ache fiercely at the betrayal. Wow. Not a good idea. The funny thing is, this tears it. I am going to go where I please, and follow my instincts. I might be able to find what I am looking for. But how? I heel Epona on as there is plenty of daylight left. No sense sitting around when you have made up your mind. Right?