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Traitor	By : MyouTakara Category: Zelda > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9770 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the Legend of Zelda, nor am I making any money off this fic (I am being bribed with fanart. Does that count?)

Chapter List
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Chapter Fifteen

Why the title? Well, you'll see.~ Also, remember how I mentioned before that Traitor will cross paths with RococoSpade's works? Well, there's a LOT of that in this chapter. The Atlas of Ghouls is hers, word for word. For everything else. . . you'll have to go read her fics to find out. :P Call it an Easter egg for anyone who gets the references.

SPEAKING OF WHICH- Are you curious about Kafei and Majora? What a random pairing, am I right? Weeelllllll for an explanation of what exactly those two are doing together (and several scenes from Traitor told from another point of view. . . or at least there will be if enough people review to prod her into updating), go read RococosSpade's "Canary or Mockingbird."

Also, pictures. There will be pictures of Majora and the statue mentioned in this chapter if enough people bug her about it. Keep an eye on the Traitor folder in her deviantArt account. (Her name there is Kurotorasempai, in case anyone forgot).

He'd been standing on the other side of the bars, staring silently, for the past fifteen minutes. The unusually thoughtful expression on his face was unnerving. He didn't look angry or vindictive, or even lustful (well, maybe a little lustful, but Sheik wasn't about to go there), just contemplative, like Sheik was a mystery he couldn't quite figure out.

"What?" Sheik finally snapped, irritated. If he had to hang chained, collared, naked and motionless in a dungeon for days on end, he'd rather do it in peace, thank you very much!

Shadow merely shook his head, his pensive look remaining unchanged. "Nothing. It's just that. . . you remind of someone. Your eyes. . . "

The aforementioned eyes narrowed, a venom-filled response on his tongue, but Shadow only made a wondering noise, wandering off down the hall before Sheik could tell him exactly where to shove it.

It seemed wrong, somehow, to travel like this when there were only three of them. . . But it couldn't be helped. Zelda needed someone to ensure the safe passage of the princess of Calatia, and with Sheik gone on some other 'Secret' mission and the Knights of Hyrule's numbers still so low. . .well, she could only send the three of them: Red, Green, and Blue.

Red's eyes were pink and puffy. The littlest thing made him burst into tears anymore. Blue remained sullen and angry, though he kept Red close to him, out of fear he'd disappear one day too. And as for Green, he often found himself lost in thought, searching his mind for even the smallest detail that could help them. They'd looked everywhere, and still they couldn't find him. For a while, Green had held out hope that perhaps Vio knew something they didn't, and had gone off on his own to protect them, like he did before. But, some corner of his mind whispered, What if Vio just doesn't want to be found? What if he'd simply gotten sick of them and left? It wasn't like him, but then Vio had always been a mystery, his thoughts hidden. He'd been even more quiet and subdued ever since the adventure ended, ever since their shadow died.

Well, all but THOSE times. . .

There was the day Blue had gotten them drunk, when he and Vio had to help each other home. When he had (how embarrassing!) asked Vio to help him learn how to pleasure Sheik. . .

Sheik. He missed him. Even though Zelda assured him that Sheik would return soon he couldn't help but worry. Since Vio's disappearance, being apart from him or the others too long made Green twitchy. Who could blame him? He loved Sheik with all of his heart. If Sheik vanished too, he wasn't sure what he'd do. . . Shaking his head clear of the horrible thoughts, Green remembered the first time he'd met Sheik, and he couldn't help but smile a little.

He'd decided to try sneaking into the palace gardens the way he had when he was a child. It worried him, actually, how easily he managed to sneak past the outer guards. He made a mental note to see about that later. The old drain he used to use was far too small now, so he cheated a little, strolling through the guard house (he was spotted of course, but nobody stopped him. The young guard on duty stammered a welcome, and the older saluted respectfully before whapping his starstruck subordinate with a newspaper).

Past the patrolling guards Green crept, through one garden and into another, until he reached the labyrinth that led to the princess's private garden. He navigated it with ease, having spent many summer days chasing (and being chased) through it. He smiled as he rounded the corner that led to the center of the labyrinth, pausing to stand by the large, white marble fountain. He half-remembered Zelda once telling him that the center statue, featuring a scantily-clad (and clearly unhappy about it, if his apparent screaming were anything to go by) kitsune and a barely-covered but much happier looking someone Zelda called a "draugr," had been commissioned as a joke long before their time. He couldn't remember the exact tale (and it had been a funny one, too), but it had something to do with a bet, a painting, and-

He never heard him coming.

Next thing he knew he was lying on his back in the water (with his head between the draugr's legs. Was this statue supposed to be life-sized, or had the artist taken some liberties?), staring up at a highly amused, red-eyed Sheikah. His cowl had gotten wet and slipped off his face a little, revealing his mildly-mentally-unstable-cat-who-got-the-canary grin. "The princess is busy."

Green felt his eye twitch. He opened his mouth to yell at the other, and suddenly he was just THERE, hovering barely an inch from his face. And was he?. . . He was! Smelling Green's hair!

The flustered hero grasped for words while the Sheikah smiled. "You smell nice. I like it."

"You-!"

Impa called, and the other Sheikah vanished. She looked down at Green with something approaching amusement, offering a hand to help him up. "I see you've met my son."

What?!

Impa explained.

Hyrule had a long history, rich with stories and traditions. Many of these tales (some unbelievably fantastic, such as the legend of a fiery God of Destruction who could swallow all of Hyrule in a single gulp) dated back to before the era of the Hero of Time. Tradition dictated that along with the Knights of Hyrule, the born princesses of Hyrule (not the princes, the kings, or the foreign-born queens) should have at least two Sheikah guardians from the time they are born (the other members of the royal family received only one). One must always be her nursemaid, an imposing woman named in honor of the first princess's guardian. She was meant to make anyone who wished the princess harm think twice about their actions. The second, however, was a hidden guardian, known only as Sheik. Typically the nursemaid's elder son, this guardian's true purpose, and often his existence, remained unknown by all but the royal family. Even trusted friends weren't to know of him, none but the Hero, should one rise (originally, Impa said, even the Hero wasn't told, but there had been an "incident" with the Hero of Time and his Sheik. From then on, Heroes were eventually told of his existence.)

"You might already be familiar with his brother, Belial (a horrible name, but he insisted upon it). He sometimes dances in the courts." Impa's expression fell flat, possibly indicating less than approval of this.

Belial. . . Belial. . .Oh! "The one who dances when the lyre plays?" Green asked, picturing the man in his mind. A lithe form that seemed made for the music, bending and twisting in ways that most Hylians just couldn't. Pale skin and fawn brown hair that seemed to glow with an inner light, making even the ladies of the court jealous. He was almost beautiful. He would be, but his eyes. . . those eyes unnerved him. They always had. They were bright emerald green, burning with the same fire as the rest of him, but they were cold. So cold. Only once had Green seen warmth there, when Belial finished his dance with some particularly complicated acrobatics (that made Green ache just thinking of bending his body that way), and Zelda smiled at him.

Come to think of it, he'd never actually seen the lyre-player (lyrist?).

"That's the one." Impa said. "He only dances when Sheik plays."

Unlike Impa, whose presence acted as a warning, Sheik was the fail-safe. Even when the castle was embroiled in chaos he had to stay secret, stay hidden. If someone like the Sorcerer Gufuu should succeed in kidnapping the princess, Sheik was to follow them and find a way to infiltrate their base to keep an eye on her. Hence, he could not be well-known. As an insider, he would then be able to remove the princess immediately if he felt it pertinent. If danger did not seem imminent, he was to maintain his position, and help the Heroes if he could. In the past, the princess's caretakers had found that removing her before the villain's defeat would only result in a traumatic re-kidnapping, usually accompanied by more senseless deaths that tore at the princess's heart. They couldn't do that to her.

Sheik acted as the princess's secret companion. If they were seen together, it was always in disguise. "You've been playing with him since you were a child, Green. You just never knew it. The cook doesn't have a daughter, the Gerudo don't send an ambassador quite as often as all that, and there is no Duchess of Tot. . .or there hasn't been for some time."

Green thought about this. He knew the people Impa was speaking of. . . Were they all the same person? Were they all Sheik? But. . . "Why are all of his disguises girls?"

Impa's smirk turned knowing. "Because, Green, girls are more easily underestimated by the foolish." She continued with her explanation of the protections Sheik's hidden existence offered. He could easily serve as the princess's body double (with the aid of illusions and very pretty dresses), and often did so when she was indisposed or there were concerns for her safety.

Green perked up at this.

"Wait, so all those times that Zelda beat me in a fight, that was actually Sheik?" Green asked, eyes hopeful. Sheik was older and taller (and heavier than he looked!). He was also Sheikah. There was no shame in being defeated (over and over and over again, usually rather embarrassingly) by a Sheikah, even for a Knight of Hyrule who happened to be a Hero.

Impa's lips twitched in amusement. "Only the time he threw you in the garbage."

Green sputtered. "You SAW that?!"

"Green?" Red's quiet, hopeful voice ventured, snapping Green from his thoughts. "Do you think. . . I mean, Sheik's been gone for a while, hasn't he? Do you think. . . do you think he's looking for Vio?"

Green frowned. "What? No. Zelda said he had errands or training or something. I mean, I'm sure he's looking while he's wherever he is, but if he had a lead he would have told us."

"Oh." Red's face fell, and Blue wrapped an arm around him, for once silent. Red snuggled closer, murmuring "I love you"into Blue's ear.

Green laid out his bedroll, settling onto it. He felt cold, despite the fire. He didn't like to sleep alone. He preferred Sheik's warmth pressed to his back, his arms holding him close.

He remembered the first time Sheik held him, too. Well. . .sort of. He blushed thinking about it.

Blue somehow talked Red into going out, and Red gave the other two puppy eyes until they gave in. Vio sat alone in the corner with a book, like he always did (how could he possibly read with this much noise?). Red wanted to play the bombchu game in the corner (bombchus in a bar. How could that possibly go wrong?), so Green took him to play while Blue fetched them drinks.

"Nothing with alcohol, Blue! You know what happens!"

"Yeah, yeah." The blue Hero waved off Green's concern. He dropped off Vio's drink first. Vio glanced over the top of his book to thank him politely, then returned to his reading. Green could just make out their conversation.

"What're you doing sitting over here, Vio? Why don't you stop being such a bookworm and join the rest of us!" Blue prodded him.

Vio gave him an unamused stare, batting his hand away. "No, thank you. I'm perfectly fine where I am."

Blue snorted. "You never want to do anything fun!"

"I'm here, aren't I?" Vio replied flatly.

"Loser." Blue stalked off and Green sighed. Vio had become more withdrawn since the end of their journey, but that was no reason for Blue to be mean to him. Red cheered then at having hit the target, and Green returned his attention to the game.

Apparently, it was karaoke night at the bar. A band started playing and one by one drunk soldiers, merchants, and out-of-towners climbed up on the stage to sing. Green found himself dancing and swaying to the beats, some really good, and some not so much, but after a while he couldn't tell the difference anyway.

A young woman started singing one of the latest pop tunes and Green must have cheered a little too loudly. She beckoned, and hands pushed him forward, up onto the stage. He couldn't say what the song was (they all sounded alike anyway), but he belted it along with his singing partner, dancing on the stage like the drunk fool he was. Had he bothered to look up, he might have seen a pair of bright green eyes roll.

Red had by now left the bombchu game (with only one small fire for the haggard-looking attendant to put out), and he and a far-too-amused Blue were dancing on the floor with the others. He thought, for a moment, that he saw Vio in his back corner, deep in a lip-lock with a red-headed Gerudo, his book nowhere to be seen.

But that wasn't Vio's style. . . The thought was quickly forgotten when the beat of the song picked up, and his partner grabbed him, leading him in some new obscene-looking dance move that had the crowd screaming.

The song finally ended and he gave a drunken bow as the next pair of giggling girls climbed the stairs to have a go. One of them bumped into him, knocking him headfirst into the crowd-

And right in the arms of an amused Sheikah who Green could swear wasn't there five seconds ago. He laughed, nuzzling his face into Sheik's chest. "Did you like my song?" He had to yell to be heard. Sheik slipped through the crowd and out into the street before answering.

"I'd like it better if you sang it with me." He said, still cradling Green in his arms as he walked the streets towards Green's home.

Green laughed again, nuzzling against Sheik's cowl-covered neck. "I'd rather do the dance with you."

"Perhaps another time, when you're sober." Sheik murmured. He turned down a side street without needing direction, up the correct walk and through the front door with barely a moment's pause (didn't they lock that?). He carried Green up the stairs to his room, setting him down on the bed to remove his boots, belts, and outer tunic before tucking the covers around him. "Sleep, now. You're going to feel like hell warmed over in the morning."

Green caught his hand and cuddled it. "Stay." He murmured sleepily. "I like you, Sheik. . . I like you. . . a lot."

Sheik smiled, and after a moment climbed atop the covers, wrapping an arm around Green's waist. ". . . I like you too, Green. I always have."

Vio paced the room, a nervous wreck. What the hell was he thinking? Where was the logic in this? If Shadow caught them at it the deal would never be completed, he would die a most painful and horrible death (well, he probably would anyway when Sheik's escape was ultimately discovered, but hadn't he expected that from the beginning?), and worst of all, Sheik would never go free.

No. No, Sheik had to get out. As for himself. . . he'd said before he didn't want to die a senseless death. And to die for Sheik's freedom, even if Sheik had lost it in an attempt to save him. . . Truly, he could hope for nothing better.

He didn't have to die with honor; he didn't deserve it. But that didn't mean he wanted to die for nothing, as would surely be the case otherwise.

How morbid.

Attempting to distract himself from this agonizing waiting (where the hell was Majora, anyway?), Vio wandered about Shadow's room. There was a painting on the wall by the bed, one he'd noticed before but had never bothered to study. It depicted what must have been a demon, tall and mighty with skin like scaly stone and hair that seemed alive with fire. There was a signature on the bottom right, but he couldn't quite make it out. Leaning closer, Vio reached up to trace the words engraved on the plaque.

Lord Demise

Demise, Demise. . . the name seemed familiar, somehow, though he couldn't place it. Perhaps in a book he'd read recently?

Glad for the distraction, Vio rifled through the small pile of books on the bedside table. He was reading several at once, as was his wont, purple bookmarks signaling each book's varying degrees of completion. Bonding for Dark World Dummies: A Reference for the Rest of Us by Lady Asima, Dark Lords and Their Vassals by Lord Ghirahim, a copy of Red on White magazine (how the hell did THAT get in there?! Vio flushed and quickly stuffed it out of sight.), and . . ah. Atlas of Ghouls, by The Devil Guard. Was it this one?

Flipping it open, Vio scanned the contents. Deku baba, Demon, Dodongo. . . Perhaps an alternate spelling? Draugr. . .

Draugr? Now why did that sound familiar?

Draugr is the name given to the undead monster born of a warrior spirit. A terrifying beast, it wakes every night to wreak bloody havoc in the living world.

It can pass through solid earth and has the strength of a behemoth. Even for many years after death the body is uncorrupted, still looking as if they have just died, or perhaps as if they were still alive and only sleeping…

His eyes fell on the illustration of the red-headed draugr. He looked familiar, somehow.

Draugrs are single-minded - do not approach, or if one absolutely must do so with extreme caution. They desire nothing more than the shedding of blood,

That's very rude, you know. Especially after having let you draw me.

Vio blinked at the different script. . . and then it came to him.

The statue in the garden. The one he remembered Green complaining about being pushed into. Of course, the draugr was at least wearing clothes in the picture. . .

The Hylian shadow swayed in his seat, but still didn't fall. Kafei stared in disbelief from where he stood by the wall, watching as Majora poured Lord Shadow glass after glass of the potent leever juice, though drinking very little of it himself.

By the Four Guardians, how was he still functioning?!

A door opened at the other end of the room and a younger shadow entered. She was a little wisp of a girl, dressed in a servant's uniform. She bore a silver tray in her hands, a single letter sitting atop it.

Shadow turned as she approached, gave her a drunken smile and gestured for her to put it down on the table a little ways from him. He thanked her incoherently, and the girl seemed to give both him and Majora disapproving looks before leaving the room.

Kafei watched the exchange with interest. Shadow, who treated his light so cruelly. . . his servant wasn't frightened of him. Did he treat them differently?. . .

A dull thunk signaled that Shadow Link had finally passed out. Breathing a sigh of relief, Kafei strolled over to make certain that he was truly out. Majora had already lost interest in his own glass of alcohol, and was now leaning over the letter, peering at it.

"I know this seal!" He announced abruptly, fingering the white wax that shown with rainbow light when tilted. "It belongs to. . . huh. I don't remember."

Kafei heaved a put upon sigh, lifting the parchment delicately between two fingers. He tried holding it up to the light, but the Dark World simply wasn't bright enough for the trick to work. Majora scoffed and snatched the paper away, tucking it into his pocket.

"He won't miss it." He announced, spinning on his heel and heading for the door. "Come on, Kafei! I have a deal to fulfill.~" He cackled with glee, and Kafei couldn't help but sigh. Guardians help us.

What was that? You thought you'd see the deal so soon? Come on now, you know me better than that, don't you? *Cackles *
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