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J.U.M.P. The Legend of Zelda Edition	By : DepressionisFun Category: Zelda > Het - Male/Female Views: 2708 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the legend of zelda or the magna/magazine and i do not make any money from this fic.

Chapter List
- 3
- 4
Recap:
“Someone help, she stole from my store,” Chudley came out yelling.
            As I enter the bar I am greeted firstly by a fat Persian cat staring unblinkably at me. The bar was rather small no more than three tables in the first room and another room with a large table in the center.
“Hello and welcome to my bar. My name is Telma,” her introduction stopped immediately as she looked me up and down. “Oh, my dear you look terrible.”
“Heh. That’s very nice of you,” taking long heaving breaths. “I’ve been uh, traveling for some time and I uhm…” I was having trouble catching my breath as I spoke to Telma.
“Oh poor dear, well why don’t you go and sit at a table while I get you something to drink,” looking at Telma I reached into my bag for some rupees to pay for when she stopped me and said, “It’s no trouble, you don’t have to pay for it. It’s on the house,” she said with a wink and a smile.
I grimaced as I sat down at the farthest table from the door with my back to it, hoping nobody else will come and talk to me or notice what I had just done as I exited Chudley’s Emporium.
Chapter 4:
            Staring down the wall right in front of me I slowly glance back down at the copper brandy wedged between my elbows as I propped my head on my palm. The frozen rocks clinked against the glass as I stirred the bronze liquor with my index finger and took another sip; the glass is half full now. The cold liquid swam down my throat burning its way to my stomach; I shudder as the sweetness of the brandy made my mouth water even more but stung like a wasp against my tongue.
“Ok. Now what am I going to do? I can’t leave or the guards will find me. What should I do? Maybe I should wait until nightfall?” I questioned myself repeatedly.
“Here you go dear,” said Telma pulling me from my thoughts. She placed down a small plate of finger sandwiches and a glass of milk in front of me. “This will help you so that brandy doesn’t knock you off your feet.”
“Thank you Telma.” Turning around I pulled out my second bottle placing it on the table behind me; pouring both the milk and the rest of my brandy into the same bottle making a weak drink of milk brandy.
“So, what had you run short of breath Miss…,” Telma slowly inquired egging Grace to tell her, her name. There was nothing wrong with it but you never know when a guard might come in and ask if she or any of the other patrons saw someone similar to what Grace looked like. Never the less, Telma looked like an honest and hardworking women she didn’t seem the kind to discriminate against what Grace pulled back at Chudley’s Emporium.
“My name is Grace,” said Grace blankly. Grace turned her attention back to her milk brandy that sat still in the uncorked bottle. Resting her index finger in the bottle she began to stir the liquor when Telma spoke once again,
“If you don’t mind me asking; how old are you dear?” That seemed like a pretty basic question to ask someone especially if they look younger than they really are. It would’ve been even more basic if the owner asked before serving her the brandy, legally.
“Twenty-one,” Grace said shrugging her shoulders, re-corking the bottle and put it back onto her belt next to the other one. Continuing to eat the finger sandwiches she glances up to see Telma’s no longer stand where she was. A silent curse permeated the room along with many glasses clattering to the ground, glancing towards the counter Grace sees a round booty sticking out from behind the bar. A minute passes and Telma comes back with a visible bag of bandages in her hand, smiling. Reaching into her bag Grace looked back over at Telma when she cleared her throat holding up her hand silently saying that she didn’t have to pay.
My hair had fallen over my left eye; the red one. Telma smiled at me for a split second then sat behind me and started to wrap the bandages around my left eye. I hesitated then relaxed. What was I afraid of; even if Telma saw my red eye what would she really do about it?
“So what are you doing here child? Hopefully not getting drunk like some of these slobs,” Telma said whilst finishing up the bandaging.
“I’m looking for my brother,” I said without skipping a beat.
“Oh?” Telma sounded like she didn’t believe me and I got worried. I mean what other excuse could I come up with that didn’t sound as crazy as to how I actually got here? “What does he look like,” she turned around to face me so; I got a good look at what she was really asking of me.
“Um. Well…,” in truth; Telma’s question kind of surprised me. I didn’t think that she would ask me of this. Shaking off the obvious shock probably not so obvious to Telma I pinched the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes tightly. Of course what’s the worst I could possibly say, “He has dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, he’s 5’7’’ and he had a piercing in his left ear.”
“Hm. Dear, you’re going to have to give me something better to go on. Anything else?”
“Um…he’s skinny but muscular; he loves the color green so he might be wearing something of that particular color. He can fight but sometimes chooses not to and his name is…,”
“Link,” Telma shouted loudly.
“No, his name isn’t Link its Nicky,” the words faded from lips as I said my brother’s name. My attention turned to Telma where she greeted a young man wearing green clothing, but I could not see his face.
Hyrule Town South Road:
            From what Chudley told Link about the thief that stole two of his most prized possessions, he did make a connection as to whom he was talking about especially since he saw this ‘female in white’ (Grace) walk out of the store and head towards the East. Walking past Chudley’s Emporium and the café, Link entered the Southern Road that led back out into the fields. Many stalls lined the sides of the street selling fruits, flowers, different types of bread and fish. The smells mixed well but Link wasn’t interested in the smell he was out to catch a crook. Of course Dark would rather head to the lake bed temple to find this rogue twilight mass rather than to find some wench that the pristine, snooty Chudley asked the Hero to find.
Walking up to one of the stall owners Link turns around to see several Hyrule guards running out of the alleyway where the cat mans house was.
“It seems that those bone-headed guards lost the girl,” said Dark with a sneer. Link rolled his eyes in compliance to Dark’s words watching the guards run past Agitha’s Castle disappearing into the distance.
Turning his attention to a young stall owner and in a nice and innocent voice Link spoke, “Excuse me Miss, have you seen a girl wearing white clothing?”
“No I’m sorry I haven’t seen anyone like that,” the girl said with a small apologetic bow.
“Great, now what are you going to do ‘Oh great hero of Twilight’?” Dark was pushing Link’s buttons to a point, usually Link didn’t get angry with anyone but this was his shadow and Dark was stretching the limit. Ready to yell at his own shadow, in public mind you; Dark continued to speak despite Link’s ever growing anger. “Let’s go to the bar.” Link turned around, walking down the two pairs of steps into Telma’s bar.
“Fine. Just one quick drink, then we need to find the thief,” Link felt impatient as Dark forced his body to move into the bar.
“Humph,” Dark grouchily smirked his way into the bar with link following with a twist of the handle.
Telma’s Bar 1^st Floor:
“Link it’s so good to see you honey. How have you been? Would you like a drink?” Link smiled at Telma as she greeted him at the front door.
Louise rubs up against Link’s leg in constant affection wanting to be petted; reaching down Link strokes her with his gloved hand, “Just one Telma, thanks.” Telma walked behind the bar grabbing an empty bottle and placed it on the counter. She filled the bottle to the brim with creamy white goat’s milk, passing it into Links open hand. Links ears perked up; tilting his head back he gulped down the entire bottle in one sitting.
“So Link, honey, what’s on the agenda today? “ Telma asked politely, rubbing down her counter with a worn rag.
Heaving a sigh Link dropped the glass onto the counter with a bang, “The princess asked us to go to Lake Hylia, she believes the twilight has returned.” Link moved towards the door ready to leave.
“Huh. Really? And um whose we?” Telma asked.
Link froze in step. “What?” Dark appeared next to the hero in the form of shadows, “You idiot,” Dark shook his head, grumbling. “You said ‘us’ instead of ‘you’.” Link’s cocked his head toward his other half, ears flopped down Link made an ‘O’ with his mouth he had just exposed that someone else was coming with him. Link had to think of a backup plan to explain this to Telma.
Achoo! A sneeze vibrated off the walls followed by a small excuse me. Telma turned to the female sitting in the farthest reaches of the bar. “You must have caught a cold earlier, dear. I’ll get you something dry to put on for now.” Telma walked away leaving Link and Grace all alone together.
            “This is not good, this is not good,” Grace chanted. “Link is going to find me out. He’s going to take me to jail or wherever they take people who commit crimes against this kind of society.”
“Hey,” Grace was sent flying out of her seat when Link’s voice was presented through her train of thought. Landing on her back she looked up at the male elf leaning over her sprawled out form. Link reached down, hand outstretched; reluctantly Grace grasped his hand, and pulled herself up with Link as a balancing force. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” frowning Link’s ears turned down in acquaintance to mine where they stood high like a frighten deer in the head lights.
Readjusting my side arms on my belt I pushed past Link a shudder passes over me for a moment, looking down I walked towards Louise who had jumped unto the counter. She stretched up against my form, digging her claws into my chest as she yawned her tongue curled up brushing against fangs. I winced, leaning my back against the counter I sized up Link’s figure. He stood there staring at the opposite wall of the door, Louise jumped onto my shoulder wrapping her tail around my neck. ‘Mew’ she cried, Link was no longer looking at the wall he just stood there eyes closed. He seemed out of place; standing there in the middle of the room, eyes moving rapidly under closed eyelids, his lip twitched several times before going into a smirk. ‘Mew,’ Louise cooed, purring vibrated into my ear, pressing her fluffy body up against the side of my head. Her nostrils flared; sniffing the side of my face, I could hear the inhale and exhale of breath passing over my right cheek. I flicked my gaze from Link over to Louise pressing her pink sandpaper tongue against my lower jaw, lapping up leftover milk from my drink.
A smile breaks across my lips as Louise continues to lap at my jaw line. She stops briefly raising her head up. Stubby cat ears flatten against her head, back arched and crouching, tail lashing, claws digging into my shoulder blade – the tunic was not protecting me very well – and teeth bared showing her menacing expression with a loud hiss as a dark form looms overhead. Tilting my head up I am met with Link’s pale face glaring down upon me.
            His smirk widened as he looked down on me. Telma had not returned from the other room and Louise continued to hiss at the begrudging hero. Her purring had ceased as her nails dug deeper into my skin, my tunic unwillingly to protect me from her claws. Link pinned my body against the counter, Louise hissed lashing out at Link catching him on the collar of his tunic. A twin trail of blood drips from the scratches. ‘Tch.’ Link recoiled from Louise’s attack; I sidestep Link, moving towards the other end of the bar. Louise jumped down running from the room into the other and disappearing onto the shelves above us. My gaze flicked back to Link, his fingers were smeared with his own blood. He brought the tips of his fingers up to his nose; he sniffed it once, twice, then as he looked upon my face, hatred gleamed in his sapphire-red glinted eyes; brushing his stained fingertips across his right cheek accidentally or purposely, I don’t know. Looking down at his cold red fingers he smeared the rest of the blood into his palm, clenched tightly into a fist. His gaze returned to me as I stepped out of my hiding spot behind the bar counter, his smirk widened as his tongue slid out between his lips, lapping up the blood he had previously smeared across his cheek.
“If you think that’s supposed to scare me…” laying my arms across my chest, my eyebrows knitted together.
The boy broke out into a wider smile. “Oh, well you should be scared,” my eyebrow rose skeptically. “You see, my ‘acquaintance’ and I heard that there was a theft at Chudley’s Emporium, he stated that a girl wearing white cloths was seen exiting his shop with some very expensive and very rare items.” I swallowed my tongue. “So it seems we’ve finally found you. I’ve figured it all out,” he bragged a toothy smile descended upon his pale features. “You,” he points an accusing gloved finger at me, “You,” he starts to laugh almost maniacally, running his hand down his face encasing his mouth trying to hold back the ‘laughter’. His finger was removed from the air as he grasped his side restraining himself. Stopping occasionally to laugh he continued to speak in a malicious voice, “You, a harmless little twat is the culprit to the thievery of that dung merchant whom owns that damned Emporium.”
His laughter seemed to seize, I looked back at his face as I planted my hand vicariously upon the hilt of my blade, but his was already grazing my throat.
“Heh, for a thief you’re not very good at exercising caution~.” Link pulled back the blade pushing it forward once again and then pulled it toward him once more. He continued this ‘saw’ motion with his sword until a thin cut appeared on Grace’s neck. “Aren’t thieves supposed to be quick and a um, stealthy~” He taunted his voice as smooth as black silk. A short expulsion of air was forced out of his nostrils accompanied by that smirk again. Grace’s gaze flicked to and from the sword to Link’s face; his blood red eyes bore into her cold blue eye. Gaze faltering, fingers twitched against Stings’ shaft. Swallowing a great lump of air the man moved closer, pressing the full flesh of his body up against Grace trapping her between the counter. His sword slowly moved to the right of Grace’s ear, he stood a good three – four inches taller. He frowned, she blinked, he no longer held that cocky smile that graced his thin pale lips. His eyes were half lidded as they glazed over he spoke plain and simple, “By the time you pull that blade out of its sheath, mine would have already slit your pathetic little throat.” It didn’t even sound like a threat at all, he made it out to be like a promise.
            Grace didn’t know what to do as Link drew closer, warm breath passed across her neck, pushing much of her hair back over her shoulder which in-turn drew away from a bandaged eye. She had nowhere to turn; her only protection was the twin duel blades she had strapped to her belt that she couldn’t use unless she would like to be slaughtered and Telma the bar owner was nowhere to be seen. Link drew even closer, his sword leaning up against the back of my neck, his arms wrapped around me in a ‘hugging’ sort of way. He leaned in closer, his lips were just above eyesight as he whispered, “I’m going to kill you now.” The blade shifted pushing into the back of my neck hard, breath hitched, my blue eye flicked up connecting with Link’s own. His smirk was faded, he wasn’t happy, to see me in pain like this? Whoever this guy is on the outside is not the same guy on the inside. I felt something in my brain twitch violently, turning my gaze back down I look at my hands pressed against his chest; the real Link wouldn’t take pleasure in the pain that I’m having.
Brown hair cascaded down over my shoulder covering up a small smirk, meeting his eye I whisper, “I doubt that Telma would like you to get blood all over her floor…” (Pause). ‘Tch.’ I blinked, Link had removed himself from my person, though his sword was still forced hard into the back of my neck. His hand grasped his face; distracted, my ears twitched as the echo of footsteps flooded my mind. Telma…
Link’s sword slid down the back of my neck down my arm, landing by his side. Shifting towards the other room I am stopped by Link’s cold blade resting against my neck once more. His hand no longer held his face, “I guess I will have to take you to the guard.” Gritting his teeth; every word was forced though his mouth as though he was fighting against his will. His leer turned devilish once more but his body stood defiantly against the struggle between him and an unknown force.
            The footsteps grew louder, my attention slipped away from the frustrated hero. Pushing my weight against the counter I shift my feet in the direction away from Link, ready to run towards the footsteps. Everything happened in a matter of seconds. Just as I saw Telma rear her um, rear around the corner; my breath caught in as I sprinted across the floor. A arm came around my waist, encasing me. A cold blade pressed its way against the small of my back as I was slowly escorted backwards to the door and into the waiting arms of the city guard.
“Oh no. I am not going down without a fight!” My defiance hit me like a brick wall. Jerking my head up, Thwack, Link was sent stumbling back; his sword was sent clattering to the ground. Blood smeared as he held his now broken noise in pain.
“Dear, I couldn’t find any clothes that would probably fit you. So I just brought you some towels.” Telma had re-entered the bar room. She frowned probably from the fact that I stood with my arms crossed, clothes disarray, a small cut against my neck and Link bracing himself against the door holding his broken noise. “What happened while I was gone?” I blinked pivoting I looked at Link he growled in my general direction.
“Oh, he um, tripped,” blinking again I look at Telma’s disbelieving face. “Yeah, he tripped and smashed his face off the counter. I tried to help him up but um, he said he didn’t need any.” Telma placed the towels down on the counter closest to me. I reach forward and immediately wrap one around my neck covering up the thin cut.
Pulling the towel up over my head I swallowed thickly as Telma finally spoke after what seemed like hours. Rubbing my wet hair with the clean towel, “Oh is that it, well why don’t you head upstairs Grace and dry those wet clothes by the fire while I talk to Link for a while.” Hesitantly I walked my way upstairs where a cute Persian cat was sitting there waiting for me.
Telma’s Bar 1^st Floor:
            “I see, she stole those two blades from Chudley’s Emporium. So that’s what the whole commotion was outside?” Telma said in an audible whisper. Link was finally able to lift his head off the table top to face Telma. Dry blood clung to a torn white collar; a patch covers Louise’s scratch. Blue eyes no longer held ruby but a dull gray, giving into the signs of blood loss or even exhaustion.
Link downed another glass of rainwater before collapsing his head onto his forearm again. Telma got up out of her seat. “Grace, you can use my comb if you wish to get some of those knots out of your hair.” A faint ‘Mm-K’ resonated down the stairs, she sounded exhausted as well. Link’s eyes flicked towards the other room where Grace exited, “I don’t know why she sounds so exhausted, I barely did anything.” Link bit his lip; his noise had stopped bleeding for a while now. “It’s true you really didn’t do anything. I of course did all the work in figuring out the thief and was planning to killer her here, but no, you had to realize that if I killed her here that old bar maid would flip out.” Dark sneered angrily at Link, “And then you had a change of heart and thought it a great idea to take her to the city guard.” “Well if you didn’t take over my body it would have been easier to get a confession out of her.” Mumbled Link. “True, but then it would have taken so fuckin’ long that we would never be able to continue ‘your’ princesses’ quest to Lake Hylia…” Link and Dark continued their little argument not hearing footsteps coming down the stairwell.
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