Re: (Fan/Act/Rom) The Legend of Zelda: Empire of Darkness [T]
Author's Note: Oh and Dark Side, once I post all of my 15 chapters I will be about ... 2/3 of the way through the story. After that I will have a prequel and two other sequels. This is far from over ... I hope no one has a problem with that.
Lone Wolf, thank you very much. I want to edit chapter one but my computer gets very fussy when I try to edit for some odd reason. I'll figure it out. Anyway, on to chapter ten! This is one of my favorites.
Chapter Ten:
Lust and Love
Leita went around healing those who hadn’t been because of the urgency of Ren’s recovery. She had finished with Link and came around to Rontu, who looked at her as if he didn’t know why she was standing there. Leita’s emerald-greens eyes glided down to his chest where his shirt was ripped and a large, bloody cut was.
“Um … Rontu, I need you to remove your shirt,” mumbled Leita as her cheeks flushed pink. Rontu replied by standing up from his chair that he had been sitting on and taking off his black trench coat and shirt. Rontu didn’t look it, but he was very muscular; his trench coat and shirt hid it well. He didn’t have too much muscle but he wasn’t lean either. Leita thought he was just right but she quickly shook this thought from her head as she stepped closer to heal the slash across his chest.
Rontu appeared to be a very experienced warrior because his chest held many scars of war. On his back were many long scars that made Leita suspect he had been whipped by someone. The one that stood out the most was the wide one on his right shoulder. Leita couldn’t stop the question that spilled out of her mouth.
“Where did you get that?”
Leita had finished healing him but her magic left no scar there. Rontu didn’t answer right away. He first pulled his shirt back over his head and grabbed his trench coat he had left on his chair.
“My father gave it to me,” he grumbled and stocked off toward the balcony, pulling on his trench coat as he went. Leita stared at his retreating back; her feet stuck to that spot. She tried not to let her tears fall, but what he said made her eyes water. How could a father do that to his own child? thought Leita as a single tear fell down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away so that Khaz would not worry. Speaking off which, Khaz had been acting strangely since they got back. He was sitting on a purple sofa just staring at the golden end table in front of him. His midnight-blue eyes told her that his mind was somewhere else. She swept over and sat down next to him, but he didn’t even notice she was there. His black gauntlet covered-hand went up and placed itself over his right ear as if he was trying to block out the sound.
“Khaz?” said Leita; panic began to fill her stomach. Her hand touched the one that covered his ear. He gasped and looked at her, smiling.
“Oh! I didn’t see you there, Leita,” he exclaimed happily.
“Khaz … you weren’t hearing them again, were you?” she whispered to her brother. He could not trick her with that mask of happiness. His smile faded a little from his face.
“Leita, can we not talk about this … everyone is here,” he whispered back, his smile completely gone.
“Just answer me,” said Leita, not letting him escape the question. Khaz avoided her eyes as his hands twisted in his lap.
“I thought I was hearing something for a moment but now it’s gone,” he answered as he bit his lip.
“Khaz … was it because of Nottuu?” asked Leita, she remembered his face when Nottuu was standing over him with a sword. Just like that night the shape-shifter came.
“You know, I really don’t want to talk about it,” snarled Khaz, the tone in his voice becoming cold. Leita flinched at her brother’s harshness. Khaz nervously ran his hand through his jet-black hair that never laid flat. Leita didn’t have time to respond because Nabooru came through the door beaming at them all.
“So Ren has recovered?” she asked as she smiled broadly at Ren, who was taken back by the smile. She must have forgiven him too. Ren nodded in reply as it was too obvious that he had recovered.
“Nope, he’s still in bed!” exclaimed Khaz sarcastically. Nabooru rolled her eyes at him.
“Good, well now that everything is taken care of I would like to tell you all about the party tonight,” said Nabooru.
“Party?” smirked Blaze. “What for?”
“Well, tomorrow will be our first battle,” replied Nabooru as if it was obvious.
“Wait a second, you never said that we were going into battle anytime soon,” frowned Malon, the idea of battle didn’t seem to agree with her.
“Funny, I could have sworn I had told you,” said Nabooru, raising an eyebrow. “Well, now you know.”
“I want you all to enjoy yourselves. I need you all relaxed for the next mission I have for you,” continued Nabooru, but was interrupted by the loud groan they let out.
“Oh stop complaining,” ordered the Gerudo. “I think you will find this one more exciting.”
“Oh?” said Kira, the sound of it catching her interest. The others looked curious too and waited for Nabooru to tell them more.
“The battle you are going into tomorrow is to free Lon Lon Ranch from the Empire,” said Nabooru, but again was interrupted by Malon.
“What?” she exclaim.
“That’s right Malon, the ranch will be yours again in no time,” Nabooru answered the obvious question. “We are more than enough for the Dark Elves there.”
Malon looked ready to go into battle right that second. Her blues eyes flashed eagerly. They were starving to have her home back.
“But,” added Nabooru. “I have a special job for all of you.”
“Which is?” questioned Zelda.
“I need you to get all of the slaves out of the ranch before we attack it.”
Silence followed was like the chill after a cold breeze. They were all staring disbelievingly at the Gerudo.
“We might as well save the universe while we’re at it!” exclaimed Tila.
“Actually, if you think about it we already are,” pointed out Khaz. “I mean, if we don’t stop Nottuu now there’s no stopping him later.”
“Oh, calm down. Did you really think I would send you in there without a plan?” scowled Nabooru, their reluctance to jump in and help was beginning to bother her.
“What does this plan entail?” asked Kai. Only he, Kira, Rontu, and Link didn’t appear to be outraged by this. It was possibly because Rontu, Kira, and Link had war experience and new exactly what could be done when in war. Kai was a natural leader and was prepared for anything.
“First, I need all of you to split up into four groups,” began Nabooru. “As a matter of fact, I will split you up into the groups I think will be best.”
Nabooru went around the room making the people in the groups stand next to each other so that they would know just who they would be with. Rontu and Leita were group number one. Zelda, Impa, and Tila were group number two. Blaze, Ren, Trisa, and Nabooru herself were in group number three. Link, Khaz, and Malon were group number four. Kira and Kai stared at Nabooru, wondering why she didn’t put them into groups. Nabooru noticed this and of course informed them their task.
“Now, I need you two to lead our troops into battle,” said Nabooru. This only seemed to bother Kira for she said,
“What? But I’ve never lead a regiment into battle before!”
“You have war experience, I’m sure you will do just fine,” stated the confident Gerudo.
“So does Link, he even lead a troop into battle before and Kai doesn’t have war experience either,” added Kira.
“Kira, I do believe that Kai has experience as a leader and you have my complete confidence,” said Nabooru, assuring her that her choice was correct. “Besides, I feel we need Link on the inside of this.”
“Now,” continued Nabooru. “This is what I want to happen.”
“Hey, where are the girls?” asked Khaz as he sat lazily in his squishy arm chair.
“I think they went to get ready for the party,” answered Blaze, who was also relaxing on the red sofa with his body taking up the entire couch by putting his legs up, which put his body into a laid back position.
“But wasn’t that an hour ago?” said Khaz, looking over at Blaze, who was staring up at the ceiling as he slowly closed his eyes.
“You know women, they take forever with these things,” he replied as he began to drift off into sleep until he felt something hard knock on his forehead. He opened his eyes to see Kira’s face staring down at him. She was raising a not-so-amused eyebrow at him.
“Hey, weren’t you getting ready with Tila and the others?”
“No, I don’t feel the need to dress up. I am perfectly comfortable in the clothes I am wearing now,” she said as she walked over to a green chair and sat down.
“What? But you’re a girl, isn’t that what girls do best?” said the confused Blaze, Kira narrowed her eyes at him. Link has seen this happen before. He remembered when Tila asked her the same thing. Kira was never the type to dress up or thing like that. She was never much like any other girls Link had met. Tila had tried thousands of times to get her to dress more attractive, but it never worked.
“Excuse me if I’m different,” Kira replied coldly as she crossed her legs and arms moodily; Kai was sitting in the corner where no one could see the smile on his face. Khaz was about to say something but Rontu cut him off.
“Forget it, she’s not the type and you don’t want to piss her off,” he said from the balcony. At this time Ren woke up from his deep sleep that he had fallen into after the girls had left to get ready. He yawned and stretched his arms as he sat up in his chair and looked around. The guys had made no efforts to change for the party. The only thing they did was leave their weapons in their rooms; except for Rontu because his was bent and he was trying to figure out what he should do with it. He didn’t want to throw it out because he had his katana ever since he learned how to fight. It was useless however, but it might be possible to get it fixed.
“Why don’t I want piss her off?” questioned Khaz, turning his head to look at Rontu, who was studying his ruined blade.
“Kira can get nasty when it comes to these things,” he answered not looking up from his sword.
“Why thank you for sharing that with us Rontu,” snarled Kira.
“See what I mean.”
Ren walked out onto the balcony as everyone fell silent. Rontu looked up for a moment to see who it was, then looked back down at his katana. Ren leaned on the railing and stared into the sun that was nearing the horizon and closer to setting.
“So you’ve decided to be a part of the Rebellion,” said Rontu, who was still fiddling around with his useless weapon. Ren looked over at Rontu and then down at the railing.
“Yes,” he replied.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going ask you why … a man has his reasons and I understand what you’re going through.”
“You do?” said Ren, staring at Rontu curiously. A smirk slid onto the Dark Elf’s face.
“You’re not the only one who had been hired to kill Link,” he answered as he looked up at the boy.
“I was an assassin myself,” Rontu continued. “But … I’ve change since those days…”
“What made you change?”
“You know, Link is a very interesting person. He seems to bring out the best in most people. There was a time when Link and I were in a tight spot. You’re from Ranelu right? So you would know where Shadow Wood is and the fact that it is over run with trolls,” questioned Rontu. Ren nodded waited for him to continue his story.
“Well, around that time I hated Link. I believed he had ruined my life, because the man I was working for would certainly have me killed for failing to kill him. I didn’t know that my life was already ruined and Link was actually helping me if anything. In Shadow Wood, we got caught by a—a friend of mine. She was quite powerful—” but Ren interrupted him.
“It was a woman?”
“Yes … she had been close to me at one point in time,” answered Rontu, even though it didn’t look like he wanted to remember this woman. Ren understood and ask no more questions about her.
“Me and Link held her back as Kira, Tarrowco, Tila, and Rai escaped. We almost died that day, but we managed to wound her enough to make her flee. I remember how me and Link went stumbling through the woods, leaning on each other for support … we’ve been friends since that day,” finished Rontu as his hand slid along the blade of his sword, feeling the cold metal. Ren understood there was always that one person who could change you forever. May it be a friend or a possible love; you would never be the same again.
The door to the lounge room swung open and it appeared the girls had come back from their “dressing up.” All the men in the room stared, obviously entranced. Malon was wearing a stunning baby-blue dress that had one slit on her left side that ran up to her lower thigh. She had a darker blue shawl around her bare shoulders. Some of her blood-red hair was done up in a bun, but the rest fell onto her shoulders. Khaz’s midnight-blue eyes couldn’t look away from her beautiful body. His face became pink without him knowing it as he continued to gawk in his chair. Malon noticed his gaze and her face became bright red.
Tila, for once, had let her black hair out of its bun. It went all the way down to her waist and fell around her shoulders. She was wearing a tight, black dress that went down to her knees; showing off her long and slender legs. Blaze felt the air rush out of his lungs as his fiery-red eyes traveled up her legs and slowly up to her light-green eyes. Her long black hair was so beautiful; Blaze wondered why she always put it up in a bun.
Leita was standing shyly in the back, not wanting to be noticed. She was wearing a long, silver dress with a slit on each side going up to her thighs; the dress had no sleeves just like the other girls’ dresses. She clutched her silver shawl around her shoulders, attempting to hide her beauty as if she was ashamed of it. Behind her ear was a dark purple rose. Rontu looked up from his sword and at Leita, who was standing behind the others, looking nervous. Rontu quickly looked back down at the bent blade of his katana, ignoring his heart that was pounding in his chest. His golden eyes drifted up every now and then to look at her modest figure.
Trisa was wearing a black skirt and a tight red shirt with a black over coat. Her outfit was very much different from the others; it had a punky, but attractive feeling to it. Ren stared and Trisa met his gaze from across the room. Ren gulped and looked down at his feet as he felt heat radiate from his face.
Zelda was possibly the most stunning of all. She was wearing a tight, lavender dress with sleeves that hugged her slim arms. She was wearing a dark purple gem that was held up by a silver chain on her forehead. Her gorgeous appearance made Link’s heart thunder. He felt nervous even when she was across the room from him.
Tila looked over at Kira, who was sitting comfortably in her chair; in her white blouse and dirty, black pants. Kira raised an eyebrow at Tila’s piercing gaze.
“What?” she said in an annoyed tone.
“Don’t tell me you’re wearing that to the party,” she replied, glaring at Kira’s baggy clothes.
“Yep.”
“No, you aren’t.”
“Yes, I am.”
“Come on girls, we have a one more hour until the party starts. I think we can take care of this in that time,” order Tila, Malon and Trisa s******ed as they grabbed both of Kira’s arms before she could run from her chair. Kira fought hard against her friends as they continued to pull her toward the door.
“Let go of me!” she demanded as she dug her heels into the ground. “I refuse to dress like a prissy *****!”
“So we’re prissy *****es, are we?” snarled Tila, Kira glared but the strength of Tila, Trisa, and Malon over powered her. They dragged the angry Kira out the door; leaving Zelda and Leita with the others. Leita blushed; she had no one to hide behind. Link looked down at the ground, determined to not look up so that Zelda wouldn’t think he was staring. Ren left the balcony to go sit with Blaze and Khaz. Leita spotted Rontu pondering his katana’s condition.
“I can fix it,” said a sweet voice. Rontu looked up even though he already knew who it was. Leita was staring at him, waiting for him to answer even though she knew he wouldn’t. She held her slender hands over his sword and the blade began to bend back into its usual position.
“Thanks,” muttered Rontu as he slipped it back into its sheath. He looked not at her but turned his head to stare at the setting sun. The desert always reminded him of his home, even if he didn’t want to be reminded. Yet he couldn’t help but look at the dry sand. Leita gazed at Rontu; studying him. He let his hawk like eyes trail over and find Leita, who was standing next to him just staring. He quickly turned his eyes back to the desert, every time he looked at her his heart thudded against his ribs. His dream floated into his mind. It had felt so real; her lips … Rontu forced this thought from his mind. He shouldn’t torture himself with something he would never experience.
Leita thought Rontu was acting a little unusual since Zora’s River; as if he was avoiding her. Well, he was avoiding her before but now he was purposely ignoring her. For some reason this started to pick at her very strong nerves. Leita stood next Rontu, waiting for him to stop ignoring her until Leita couldn’t take it.
“Why are you ignoring me?” she demanded as she grabbed his ponytail and pulled it so that it would turn his head to look at her. Rontu was shocked that she would use such a tone with him and even pull on his ponytail. It wasn’t like her to be so demanding. Rontu quickly got over his shock and snarled back,
“What, am I supposed to give you special attention?”
Leita frowned as she bit her lip. She realized how conceited that sounded. She let go of his ponytail and looked down at her feet. Rontu flinched, he hurt her feelings again. He, however, soon forgot this. Rontu couldn’t help but get distracted by the dress she was wearing. It hugged to very curve of her body making him forget that he was supposed to be ignoring her. Leita noticed his golden eyes were stuck on her making her realize that she was still wearing the dress she was in. She blushed and pulled the shawl closer to her body.
Without thinking Rontu’s hand went out and touched her chin, tipped it up so that she was looking at him. Leita looked right into his eyes with her green ones. Rontu leaned in closer to her. It wouldn’t hurt just to feel them once … thought Rontu as his face came closer to her lips. Leita was frozen to that spot, not daring to move, barely even daring to breathe. Is he going to …? Both of their hearts were hammering in their bodies as Rontu came so close Leita could feel his warm breath on her face.
Khaz was thinking fondly of how beautiful Malon looked and sitting comfortably in his chair, when his eyes wondered over to the balcony. Khaz felt a jolt in his stomach as if he just missed a step. Blaze was snapped back to reality when Khaz stood up so suddenly he knocked over his chair. Blaze was about to ask Khaz was his problem was when he saw it too. Rontu was leaning in close to Leita; his lips dangerously nearing hers.
Blaze gulped, he had a feeling Khaz wasn’t going to like this. Link noticed Khaz jumping up from his seat and so did Kai, who was standing next to Link. Luckily, Tila and Kira walked through the door making Rontu whip his hand away from Leita’s chin and stood up straight. Leita awoke from her trance and looked over at Kira. Rontu smirked at the sight before him.
Kira was blushing and looking completely irritated. She was wearing a sapphire-blue skirt that went down just above her knees. Her top was the same shade of blue and had only one sleeve, leaving her other arm bare. Her short, brown hair was properly brushed and straightened. She glared at Rontu, who looked like he was going to burst out laughing at any moment. It didn’t seem that funny to anyone else, but Rontu had to make this difficult for Kira. It was pay back for her big mouth. Kai stared at Kira with a look on his face that she couldn’t read. He didn’t look away, which made Kira’s face turn even redder.
“What’s the matter Kira?” mocked Rontu. “You never seemed to mind when Sheinron would look at you like that.”
“Kiss my ass!” she retorted.
“With pleasure,” he replied, just to bother her even more.
“Shut up Rontu!”
“You wasted no time getting in his pants,” s******ed Rontu, but Kira was not in the mood for it.
“Rontu, if you want to pleasure another woman again you will hold you goddamn tongue!” snarled Kira, making everyone is the room cower besides the one she was trying to intimidate. Rontu smirked evilly at her from across the room. However, he might have wanted to pleasure another woman again, because he said didn’t say anything else.
“By the way,” said Kira as she started to calm down. “I don’t think you should go to the party.”
“Why not?” growled Rontu.
“Because very time we go to things like this you always drink yourself stupid and get into fights! I don’t want you to ruin the party,” snapped Kira. Link was unpleasantly reminded of last year when Rontu had done just that at the party before the war in Ranelu. Link had to pull Rontu off of a High Elf because he was the only he that was strong enough to.
“Um … maybe you shouldn’t go either, Khaz,” suggested Leita.
“What?” exclaimed Khaz, looking outraged.
“You have a little drinking problem too,” she stated, making Khaz turn red.
“Yes, you had to say that in front of everyone,” muttered Khaz.
“Why not?” said Leita, folding her arms. “They are your friends you shouldn’t have to hide everything from them.”
“Shut up, Leita!” hissed Khaz. Leita glared at her brother in reply. Link, unlike the others, took this in a different way than Khaz just being shy about his drinking problem. Link was sure that it was a lot more than that.
“Come on, this is the party before our first battle,” said Blaze as he stood up from the sofa he had been sitting on for hours. “Who knows if we might die tomorrow and they should be able to enjoy today along with everyone else.”
“Fine,” sighed Kira. Leita nodded in agreement.
“But!” began Kira, shaking her finger at the two. “You both have to promise to not get drunk.”
“Sure, whatever,” replied Rontu.
“Of course,” smiled Khaz.
The party was to take place in a huge chamber that was on one of the top levels of the Fortress. The room was to be filled with long tables and many chairs along with plenty of food. There would be music provided by the Gorons and Hylians. When the group got there were already quite a few people in the room. The band that was going to play was setting up their instruments. In only a few minutes the entire room was filled with Hylains, Gorons, and Gerudos. Link had never seen Gerudos and Hylians get along before. After the war seventeen years ago the Gerudos and Hylians stayed far away from each other.
Link supposed it was the seven hard years of working together against the Empire that finally created a friendship between the two races. When the music started they moved some of the tables to make a dance floor and it was soon covered with many dancing people. Tila seemed to like this part of the party best. She quickly got up to join those dancing, but as she got up she grabbed Blaze’s hand pulled him out onto the dance floor with her. Khaz also liked this and went out onto the dance floor with Malon along with Trisa and Ren. Kira, Kai, Rontu, Leita, Zelda, and Link stayed at their table. The song was fast paced and had a strong increasing beat with the drums, specialties of the Gorons. The fiddle and flute were included in the song. Kira got an idea from the beat of the drums, which reminded her of something.
“Hey, Link,” she said. He looked over at her in reply.
“Do you remember that tap dance you did at the party in Ranelu?” she asked, even though she was sure he remembered. Link nodded, thought he was not sure why she was asking him this.
“You should do it again, isn’t this the right beat?” suggested Kira. Link immediately became red and began to mumble about how he thinks it’s not that important.
“What?” said Zelda, who was listening in on their conversation. “You know a tap dance?”
Link, again, nodded his head as his face became redder.
“Come on! Show me,” she insisted. Link didn’t have a choice because Kira pulled him up off his chair and shoved him up onto the table knocking the food that was on it to the ground. Link gave a heavy sigh for he knew he had no choice but to do it. Link began to move his feet to the beat of the drums. The Gorons playing couldn’t help but notice Link standing on top of the table and they went along with it, increasing the speed. Link’s feet followed the speed easily, and then the beat again increased and continued to increase steadily. Soon his feet were moving incredibly fast on the table and just about everyone in the room was looking at Link perform his tap dance.
When the song ended the crowd clapped and whistled, making Link blush. He quickly got down from the table and sat down in his chair, staring at the wooden table as his face burned. He felt a hand touch his shoulder making him look up. Zelda was smiling at him and all memory of doing his tap dance flew right out of his head. Zelda got an idea and stood up from her chair.
“Link, come dance with me,” she said, it was more of a demand than a choice but Link didn’t mind. He got up from his chair and followed Zelda to the dance floor when Khaz and Malon came back from dancing and were heavily flirting with each other. That was when Kira noticed Kai was missing. She looked around and saw a large doorway that led outside where Kai stood in the silver moonlight of the waning moon. Kira got up and went outside to stand next to him.
Kira wasn’t surprised to find him staring at the moon that was in its last quarter. She was reminded of that night he kissed her, but they hadn’t talked about it since then. Kai stared at the moon for a moment before looking down at her. He smiled that half smile she loved as he gazed at her. His hand left his side to graze up the curve of her arm and to her face. Kira touched his hand with hers, pressing it on her cheek. Kai leaned in like he did that one night and his lips again met hers. Maybe she didn’t need for him to saying anything….
While Kira was gone Khaz and Rontu were sitting in an uncomfortable silence. Malon had left to go dance more with the others and dragged Leita off with her. Rontu, getting bored of the party already, grabbed a bottle of wine from the table. Khaz narrowed his hateful eyes at this.
“I thought you said you wouldn’t drink,” he sneered.
“I said I wouldn’t get drunk,” Rontu corrected him.
“Ha! You’re probably a light weight,” mocked Khaz.
“I bet I could drink you under the table,” said Rontu, challenging Khaz, who looked over at the dance floor to make sure Leita wasn’t watching. When it was clear that she was too busy having fun he turned his attention back to Rontu and replied,
“I’ll take that bet.”
Link and Zelda were dancing with the others to a fast pace song, which required group dancing. Soon the song ended and a slow one started up. The group broke apart and danced in pairs leaving Link and Zelda to dance together. They stared anywhere but at each others faces, until Zelda finally got up the nerve.
“Here,” she said, pulling Link’s hands so that they were resting on her hips. Link’s face immediately turned red at this, and then Zelda put her arms around his neck and they began to dance slowly to the music. Link could hear Zelda breathing as he held her closer; his hands sliding up the small of her back as he felt the soft fabric of her dress. He could feel her heart beating faster than the drums had been during his tap dance. His heart raced right along with hers as they danced.
Blaze and Tila ran off to a small balcony on the left side of the huge chamber. Tila was being to over heat so they decided to get some air. Blaze leaned on the railing as she enjoyed the cool night air. He stared at her and tried to forget that she was involved with someone else. Tila looked over that Blaze when she noticed his stare.
“What?” she said smiling at him as she raised her eyebrow.
“Nothing … just thinking,” he replied.
“About?” questioned Tila.
“What would have happened if Kira hadn’t opened the door,” finished Blaze. Tila blushed and leaned on the railing as she stared down at the Fortress below them. She knew what he was talking about. He was talking about the day they met, when they had almost kissed.
“Listen Blaze—” but he cut her off as he moved closer to her, placing a finger to her lips.
“Tila … I want you,” said Blaze as his hands slipped into her long black hair and down the side of her black dress. Tila couldn’t move away from him. Her body wouldn’t allow her to. Blaze leaned down to kiss her soft lips.
“No!” she said, Tila suddenly pushed herself away from him. “Blaze, I can’t.”
Blaze grabbed her arm to stop her from running away.
“Tila, wait!” he begged, and then pulled her into his arms, holding her close to him. “Please don’t go…”
“Blaze … you have to let go.”
“No, please!” cried Blaze as she tried to push him away. His red eyes were surging with longing, but Tila looked away. If she didn't she wouldn’t be able to leave.
“Blaze, you know that I love Rai … I can’t do this,” she whispered. Blaze never would have thought this would have happened to him; him, the son of the King of Evil, falling in love. Blaze finally let go of her and let her walk toward the doorway to the dance floor.
“Tila!” he called to her making her turn back to look at him. “I just want to let you know … you are the only one I will ever love…. I can’t love anyone but you.”
Tila turned away to hide her tears from him. She knew that she couldn’t say it. She wouldn’t do that to him, it would tear him apart he if knew that she loved him too. Tila choked back her tears and walked away before she would start sobbing. She didn’t return to the party. Tila went, instead, back up to the lounge room, but couldn’t make it to her room. She fell to her knees as the tears she had been holding back squeezed out of her tightly shut eyelids.
Blaze stared at her until she left the chamber. This wasn’t fair! He had been known as the unattainable to women and when he had finally fallen in love, it had to be with someone who could never love him back. Blaze let out an angry but painful cry as he fell to his knees. Rai … you are so lucky to have her love….
A crowd surrounded Rontu and Khaz. They watched intently to see who would be the first to give up. Rontu took a shot of whiskey and set the glass down at on the table. It must have been his tenth because his vision was starting to blur. Khaz was sitting just as relaxed as him in his chair as he picked up his shot and drank it. Rontu was just about to drink his next shot when Khaz had to open his foul mouth.
“So … what is my sister to you anyway?”
“Nothing, I don’t know what would give you the idea—” but Rontu didn’t get to finish.
“You’re a ****ing liar!” slurred Khaz, standing up from his chair and slamming his hands down on the table making shot glasses fall to the ground.
“Oh really …” s******ed Rontu, who was trying make the second Khaz in his blurry vision go back into the real one.
“I’m not surprised!” snarled Khaz. “Since you are a ****ing Dark Elf!”
“Being a Dark Elf has nothing to do with my lying abilities,” said Rontu.
“You stay the **** away from my sister!” roared Khaz. Rontu glared, no one told him what to do.
“You better shut the **** up or I’m going to make sure no one will recognize your face,” growled Rontu as he stood up from his chair, knocking it over. Khaz jumped over the table and dived on top of Rontu. The crowd got bigger as Rontu and Khaz tried to hit each other but missed many times because both were too drunk to aim correctly. Rontu managed to shove Khaz off and jump up before he could attack again. Both Khaz and Rontu charged, both trying hit each other but only ran past each other instead. They stopped and tried figure out what happened. When they realized where they were they again tackled each other to the ground. Around this time the others came back to find Khaz and Rontu rolling on the ground punching one another.
“Rontu!” yelled Kira.
“Khaz!” shouted Leita.
Both men stopped moving to look up at the two angry women standing over them. They immediately got up, but staggered a little as they did so.
“Rontu, you promised me you wouldn’t drink!” exclaimed the out raged Kira.
“You should have known I was lying, woman!” Rontu snarled at her.
“Don’t called me, woman!” ordered Kira. Leita was just standing silently in front of Khaz. Her anger was quiet but Link was sure it packed a punch.
“Khaz …” she whispered disapprovingly. He blinked at her as if he was trying his best to understand her words.
“What?” he asked after a few seconds.
“You know exactly what!” she said, glaring at him.
“Hey, it wasn’t my fault!” slurred Khaz. “It was the Dark Elf!”
“I have a name!” snarled Rontu.
“A weird one,” retorted Khaz. “What? Was your mother drunk or something when she named you?”
Rontu froze at the mention of his mother. He could hear his father’s words screaming in his ears. Your ****ing ***** of a mother…. Link saw Rontu snap, hatred flared up in his golden eyes. Rontu slammed Khaz to the ground with such a force that Link heard Khaz’s ribs crack. Khaz gasped all the air was knocked out of his lungs and a shooting hot pain surged through his body as his ribs cracked. Rontu’s hands gripped Khaz’s neck, making sure no air could go back into his lungs. Khaz tried to push him away but Rontu’s anger possessed more strength.
“Rontu, no!” exclaimed Link and tried to pull Rontu off of Khaz but he wouldn’t budge. Link usually didn’t like to be ruff with his friends but if he didn’t do something Khaz would die. Link grabbed Rontu by his shoulders and tried to pull him back. Rontu shoved Link with one arm while the other continued to strangle Khaz. Link felt shock jolt into his stomach as he was slammed back so hard that when he hit the wall it was dented in by his body. Rontu …? thought Link. He had never seen Rontu give off such a powerful blow.
Then Link felt something, it was faint at first but soon Link’s eyes were wide with even more shock. Link couldn’t believe it, but there were two huge energies radiating off of Rontu and Khaz; possibly stronger than Nottuu. However, no one else seemed to be able to feel it. They were all just trying to pry Rontu off of Khaz. Link caught Zelda’s eye and she too was shaking at the tremendous powers, Ren stood next to her with wide eyes. Link looked down and saw his Triforce on the back of his hand was glowing brightly. He looked over at Zelda to see if hers was doing the same. Zelda’s gaze was stuck on her hand; her Triforce was glowing just as brightly.
Rontu didn’t care if he killed Khaz. He wanted to kill him, even if he wasn’t sure why. Khaz was gasping for air, but none came to his needful lungs. He glared up at Rontu, who hands never loosened their grip. Rontu saw it again, those empty, blue eyes; as dark and cold as the depths of the ocean. This made him squeeze Khaz’s throated even harder, but then something made Rontu look up. He saw Leita, her beautiful green eyes were filled with tears and her face was horrified. He’s all I have left, whispered a voice in Rontu’s head. He let go of Khaz’s throat and stood up. Khaz lay on the ground coughing and sucking in as much air as he could.
“You ****ing bastard!” cried Khaz as he rubbed his neck. “You almost killed me!”
Everyone in the chamber was staring at them. The only noise that could be heard was Khaz’s gasps for air. Rontu glared at them all, turned his heel and made for the exit; grabbing a bottle of wine from the table as he went. The room was dead quiet, no one moved. Leita swept over and kneeled down next to her brother. She quickly healed both Khaz and Link, and then walked outside to follow Rontu. Khaz stood up and watched his sister go after the Dark Elf that had almost killed him. Whenever I can get away with it … I promise I will kill you Rontu.
Malon rushed over to Khaz and grabbed his arm.
“Come on, I’m going to take you up stairs,” said Malon. Khaz, still too drunk to function, let her pull him back to the lounge room.
Khaz stumbled as he entered the empty room and fell onto the sofa to avoid hitting the end table. Malon rolled her eyes at the silly Hylian, but couldn’t help smiling. Khaz was giggling happily even though he had almost died five minutes ago. Just having Malon around seemed to make him forget.
“Well, how about you sleep it off and I’ll go to bed,” said Malon, walking over to her room.
“W-wait,” slurred Khaz. Malon stopped and sat down on the sofa with him.
“What?” she asked, Khaz smiled mischievously. “What is it?” she repeated.
Khaz leaned in too quickly for Malon to respond and soon his lips met her unsuspecting ones. Khaz pushed Malon down onto the couch as her eyes became wide with surprise. Malon blushed as Khaz kissed her neck and his kisses traveled up to her lips again. His hands slid down the sides of her legs. Without really meaning to Khaz slid in-between her legs as he continued to caress her and press her into the purple sofa. Malon only was snapped back to reality when she felt Khaz’s hand on her breast.
“Khaz!” exclaimed Malon, her face becoming even redder than before.
“What?” he replied playfully, his midnight-blue eyes full of lust.
“What are you doing?” she cried.
“What do you think?” answered the giggling Khaz.
“I … uh … Khaz get off me!” she demanded. Khaz frowned but in a playful manner.
“Oh come on!” he pressed as he kissed her neck.
“Khaz quit it!” she squeaked as she tried to push his hands off her body. When Khaz refused to take his hands off of her, Malon had no choice but to shove the drunk off the couch.
“Ouch!” he yelped when he bumped his head on the coffee table. Malon got up and glared at him; her hair messed up and her shawl was hanging off one shoulder.
“What did I do?” complained Khaz as he rubbed his head. Malon snorted and stomped off to her room, slamming the door.
Rontu was taking a huge gulp from the bottle of wine when Leita had caught up with him. She stopped when she was about five feet away from him. The cool fall air stung her body but she didn’t care. The only thing that mattered to her was Rontu. Rontu stopped drinking from the bottle to look at her.
“Aren’t you supposed to be helping out your dear brother?” snarled Rontu.
“I already helped him as much as I could,” she replied. “Rontu … what happened to your mother?”
This didn’t seem to help any because Rontu glared and without warning threw the bottle of wine at her.
“What are you trying to do to me?” he roared. Leita didn’t flinch as the bottle soared a foot to the left and smashed onto one of the walls of the Fortress.
“Why are you asking me this?” he demanded. “What ****ing good will it do you?”
“I’m trying to help—” but Rontu cut her off.
“Trying to help me? Well, I don’t need your ****ing help!” he growled, his voice echoed off the Fortress walls. Leita looked down at her feet as tears began to leak out her eyes.
“Don’t tell me … you’re going to cry aren’t you?” sneered Rontu, but immediately felt sick to his stomach afterward. Leita bowed her head lower making Rontu feel worse.
“****! Leita, I didn’t mean—Leita, I’m …” said Rontu, but somehow couldn’t get the words out. Rontu sighed at his hopeless situation. Tears continued to pour silently down her cheeks. The silver moonlight played on her hair as they stood there in silence.
“Don’t you see?” said Rontu, breaking the silence. “What I’m becoming?”
Leita looked up at Rontu, who was staring solemnly at her.
“I know who I’m becoming … my father, I’m turning into my father,” he whispered. Leita didn’t know what to say to something like that.
“I feel it every day … his words … the things he used to say … hurting everyone around me,” continued Rontu. “He always said, ‘You’ll end up just like me. You’ll fall for some slut and then one day she’ll die leaving you to take care of her little **** of a son … you’ll end up just like me.’”
“That’s why … I can’t …” Rontu tried to say it but failed. “Leita … Khaz is right.”
Leita almost gasped with surprise, she never thought she would hear him say that.
“Stay away from me … I can only end up hurting you,” said Rontu and he again turned his back to her and walked off to somewhere in the Fortress.