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The Lone Wolf Chapter 7The Lone Wolf
Marth looked at the sleeping Hylian on his bed. He really should wake him up, but he looked just so adorable cuddling up against the princes blue pillow. (Where the hell did that thought come from, he wondered.)
Marth sighed, remembering back a few minutes ago.
Flashback (A/N: WHEEE!)~~~~~~
Marth saw Link wince as he put pressure on his broken ankle. Does it hurt that much? the bluenette wondered silently. He decided yes when he saw the blonde bite his lip to stop from whimpering.
Marth stopped, causing Link to stop as well, and sighed. Link, it will take us an hour to get to the mansion at the rate were walking. He saw the other swordsmans slightly abashed look and continued, But we can get there in five or ten minuets if I carry you.
Links face grew embarrassed, and he stuttered, N-no, that wont be necessary, sir-er, I mean, Marth. Marth was appalled to hear the you
The Lone Wolf Chapter 6The Lone Wolf Chapter
WARNING: The following contains very minor YAOI (boy on boy) don't like, don't read.
The Prince of Wolves? The man-Marth-asked curiously. How can you be the Prince of Wolvesyou arent even one. Link cursed himself. What was I thinking?!?!? I shouldve been more careful.
Well...um...you see- He stopped in midsentence to sneeze. Marth frowned.
Lets go inside, Link, he said, slightly worried. Well get you a blanket and a change of clothes. He then started to walk off.
Link went to follow, but, unfortunately for him, he stepped in a puddle of water and slipped. He tried to brace his fall, but instead landed with most of his weight on his left foot, making him gasp with pain.
Marth heard his gasp and quickly hurried back to the distressed hylian, kneeling next to him.. Clumsy, arent you? he joked, trying to lighten t
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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