*is not at all phased by suddenly getting put on his shoulder* Well, I- *suddenly pauses as her body changes into that of a seventeen year old*
…Ah…?
AnonymousOh, but I don’t want to-
*POOF*
…Fine… *sulks*
((*casually pulls out old magic anon from depths of inbox*))
*giggles as her nose is poked and swats his hand away before looking thoughtful* I still don’t think it works that way, Fuse. I’ve never heard of someone having more than one boyfriend, silly~
But is is a bit boring being by myself while Majora’s dealing with…Whatever he’s dealing with. So…okay! We can go out and have fun~!
*totally means as friends and not in the way Fuse was talking about*
“I’m afraid I do not.”
Listening to her ideas of what they could do together the demon frowned.
Majora could more or less picture all the activities Linkette had suggested… except for the “Bombcu Bowling”… Neither of the two words was known to him and now his curiousity was awakened.
“What is ‘bombcu bowling’?”, he asked, tilting his head to the side. Was “bowling” a person? If yes, then what was “bombcuing” and why would they do this to them?
Anyways, to him it seemed to be the most enjoyable activity, even if he didn’t know what exactly they would do.
“You don’t know what Bombchu Bowling is?” Linkette asked, eyes wide before she smiled brightly. “Oh wow, this is going to be a treat for you then! Come on!”
She reached out and grabbed the demon’s hand (much to his dismay and further confusion) then proceeded to pull him along down the trail with a strength that was quite at odds with her little body. Out of the forest and down the well worn path towards Hyrule castle she led him, chattering all the way.
“Now, usually I can get places by teleporting, but since I don’t have the magic ocarina at the moment the only other ocarina I have is the one given to me by Sarie, and that one’s magic only works about half the time. Sometimes if you’re not careful it can dump you off somewhere else entirely, and while that can be a sort of fun adventure, I didn’t think you would appreciate it that much.”
Soon the entrance to the gate came into view and without pausing, the heroine strode across it, the purple-haired demon’s hand still in hers. The guards gave them strange looks as they passed (due to Majora’s rather unusual appearance), as did the people in the crowded marketplace, but the presence of the little girl in green seemed to pacify them a bit and they turned and went back to what they were doing. Arriving at one of the buildings, she turned to look up at her taller companion with a smile.
“It’s just through here.” As she opened the door to let them both inside, a thought ran through her mind. Should she really be letting a possibly unstable demon play with Bombchu bombs? The heroine pondered this for a moment as she paid the girl at the counter the appropriate number of rupees before shrugging slightly. If she couldn’t trust him with this, what kind of a girlfriend would she be? Returning back to Majora’s side, Linkette began to explain the rules of the game to him.
“Alright, so these little things are called Bombchu bombs and the objective of this game is to get these little guys past the obstacles and into the target on the wall. Once you knock down all the walls you win, it’s as simple as that~”
Again did her words unsettle him in his usually wolfish behaviour and this time the demon didn’t even try to put his smile back on, and merely watched her with an unfathomable expression.
Not evil, huh? If this girl really was his girlfriend then she clearly didn’t knew too much about him. But still, what Linkette said caused sadness and happiness at the same time to well up in his chest, even if her words seemed naive.
Eyeing her quietly Majora finally nodded after a while.
“I…think they do, yes.”
Friends? The last time the demon had a friend was centuries ago and he told himself that he had long forgotten about these time, even if these moments were forever burned in his memories.
“And, how do you intent to…spend time with me?”
She finally managed to situate herself in mid-air then looked back at Majora with bright eyes. “Well, my plans are going to have to be a bit different now that you don’t seem to remember anything! I assume you don’t remember Hyrule either?”
Tapping her chin thoughtfully, Linkette tried to figure out what they could both do. “Hmm… We could go bombcu bowling, maybe? Or fishing down at the fishing hole! Or maybe go and play with Prince Ruto in the Zora’s domain or with Prince Zelda in the castle!”
The girl became more and more excited as she spoke. “Or if you don’t feel like dressing up all nice for royalty, we could go visit Malon and Epone down at the ranch. Or play in the Kokori Village with Navi and the others! They’re great at hide and go seek~”
“We could even hunt down stray monsters if we wanted to! I’ve heard some have been popping up on the plains again….”
Using his powers to spin her around once, the demon had a closer look at the girl, his facial expression amused now.
“Well, for a heroine you sure are tiny~!”, he teased, before getting serious again. “And careless as well. I only didn’t attack you because… because…”
Majora broke off midsentence, hesitating what to say now. Why didn’t he attack her? Any other being could have been buried in a thimble up to now. But Linkette had confused him, and managed to make him doubt his own personality right now. Feeling his small headache getting stronger, the demon sighed and waved the topic off.
“Nevermind.”
Linkette instinctively flailed slightly as she was suddenly spun around again. She was already a bit uncomfortable being stranded in mid air at the mercy of this new Majora, but this spinning thing was a bit much. “Ah! Majora! Is this really necessary?” The little heroine complained as he teased her.
“Size means nothing.” The girl said with a pout, finally managing to right herself. “Even though I look small and cute, I’ve got some bite!” At his second sentence Link shrugged slightly, clearly nonchalant about the potential danger she had and could still be in.
“What, you could have attacked me? I am perfectly aware of that, but I believe that you aren’t like others I have faced. You’re not evil, Majora, just misunderstood.” She spoke sincerely, trying to explain her reasoning for her rather reckless behavior. It was more than the fact that he was her Majora and she had hoped she could snap him out of it. It was more of that she had an almost uncanny instinct in judging character, and though the demon in front of her had done bad things in his past, she didn’t feel any real feelings of malice coming from him.
“I just wanted to spend time with you, is that so bad? Friends do that, right?”
“I- hold on, you have saved a prince?”
He looked at her small frame sceptically, doubting that he would be able to even hold a sword, not even thinking about swinging it.
Though… a lot seemed to be different than he thought today, and Majora still wasn’t sure if this was real or not. With a sigh the demon decided not to think too much about it, and simply take the things as they came.
Hovering a few inches above the ground again, he lay down as well, supporting his chin with one hand.
“No, forget it. I’m confused enough already.”, he said, waving his other hand dismissively, before pointing one finger at her.
In a flash Linkette was in the air as well, floating safely on his magic, so they were on the same level again.
“Now even if I am… or was your boyfriend, what made you so sure that I wouldn’t simply kill you?”
She rolled back onto her stomach and flashed him her best ‘duh’ look. “Don’t judge me by my outside. I’m really strong and I’ve saved two princes multiple times!” She protested, scowling slightly. “Why else would they call me the “Heroine of Time”?”
When she was suddenly lifted into the air, Linkette let out a startled squeak but otherwise remained calm. “Well… I didn’t feel the need to defend myself from you, nor did I sense any evil vibes. And sometimes you just have to take a chance and believe in the one that you love.”
Majora had to admit that he was helplessly overwhelmed by the current situation. The girl apparently decided that he was no longer dangerous, since she was behaving pretty relaxed around him now.
Confused and absentminded he took the little package from her, almost carefully opening and taking a look at it’s colourful content.
Sweets? Why did she get him sweets? Majora had never been a fan of sweet things, as he prefered aromatic and spicy tastes.
“Thank…you…”, the demon replied slowly, closing it again and putting it down beside him, before rubbing his temples and closing his eyes, trying to sort out his thoughts.
Opening them after a while again Majora eyed Linkette up and down. He did not know if it was her words that had manipulated him or if he actually was remembering, but somehow his usual cruelty and agression against mortals disappeared with her.
Groaning quietly he rubbed his temples even more.
“I’m getting a headache over this.”
After watching his reaction, the girl let out a groan herself and plopped down on the grass. “Oh, for Farore’s sake Majora…Even your preference in tastes changed too?” She asked, a sort of pout on her face. This was very frustrating as she knew nothing about her love’s past self. He had been loathe to talk about it, and she hadn’t wanted to push him. Now she sort of wished that she had.
Rolling onto her stomach, Linkette propped her chin up in her hands and looked at him with bright blue eyes. “You’re not the only one. How do you think I feel, coming back from saving the Prince yet again only to find that you’re a completely different person?” She then moved onto her back and looked at him in an upside down manner.
“But, you don’t seem like a bad person now either…”
When she finished, the man’s eyes had widened and he stared at her almost shocked. Majora was used that people were disgusted by his presence, frightened or hateful. Where he appeared the other children would run from him or attack him, even if he never did anything to them, and when Kish came to him the demon had decided to /make/ all these people play with him, and pay them back for everything they had done to him. Only the Fierce Deity and Kish had ever accepted him and taken care of him.
And now there was this girl, this child he had never met before, telling him that she loved him and would stay with him, no matter what, while looking at him completely honest. With his concentration wavering Majora sunk down more and more until he wasn’t floating anymore, but sitting on the forest ground, still staring at her. She returned his gaze defiant, as though she was telling the demon that he wouldn’t be able to make her leave, even if that meant that she had to glue herself to him.
How was he supposed to react now? Majora had never been at a loss of words before, but this situation came so suddendly that the purple haired was completely unprepared.
“You are the weirdest mortal I’ve ever met…”, he then finally replied, his voice more quiet than before, filled with something like shocked disbelieve.
As the silence stretched on, Linkette began to worry that she had gone too far. After all, if her suspicions were correct, this was how Majora was before he had been turned into a mask and that meant his powers were far superior to her own. Without the help of the Deity’s mask, if it came to a fight she wasn’t sure that she’d be able to stop him. His words put those worries to ease, though.
“Yeah, I hear that a lot.” The heroine replied with a flip of her hair to disguise her relief. “Weird is a kinder word than usual, however. She flashed him a crooked grin. Some people even now didn’t believe that this young girl could have saved Hyrule since they couldn’t remember it, and chose to treat her as a liar and an outcast. It didn’t bother her all that much as she could take care of herself, but she never told Majora of the harassment for fear of what he would do in retribution. This Majora didn’t seem to care though, so she saw no harm in her statement.
“…Oh! I forgot! I have something for you from my trip~” Reaching down into her pocket, she fished around for a moment before pulling something out with a triumphant “Aha!”. In her hand was a small brown package, filled with colorful candies and treats. Almost shyly she walked over and held it out to the demon, a hopeful smile on her face.
“Zelda had me try these while we were away, and they were really good so I got you some. I don’t know if you still like sweets but I thought since I brought these for you I might as well still give you them, right?”
Crazy or not, Majora had to admit that the little girl sure was courageous to talk to him like this. Many other people would be experiencing a slow and painful death right now, but the demon simply watched the girl quitely, not reacting yet.
The things she told him supposedly had happened didn’t sounded like him at all, but the first thing Linkette had told him made Majora think.
What if he really had been cursed or something alike? In such a state it would have been possible for him to forget… but the question was, did he get cursed to become the person she knew? Or from the person he allegedly was to the demon right now? Majora frowned, completely thrown off balance.
“I don’t remember any of this…”, was his short answer, but his expression showed that he was questioning his own memory.
“…I expected as much.” The Heroine admitted finally, casting her eyes down with a soft sigh. Though she expected it, it didn’t make the hurt any easier to bear. But she wasn’t going to give up just yet. Emboldened by the fact that the demon was still listening to her, she gathered up the courage to continue.
“But that doesn’t matter to me. I still love you, whether you remember me or not.” Linkette lifter her chin even higher as her jaw set resolutely. “You saved me and now it is my turn to help you. You are my Majora, no matter if you’re demon, mask, or human, and I will stand by you. Nothing you can say will change my mind.
She crossed her arms, looking back at the floating man as if daring him to try and get out of it. Triforce help her, she would do all that she could to make him remember her. It hurt to much to think of what would happen if he didn’t. Last thing the girl needed was another friend forgetting about her entirely.
