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New Acquaintance, part 2

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Please do not read unless you are a fan of slash/shounen-ai/bl. If you don't know what it is, do not read. This can also be viewed as a very stong friendship. I own none of these characters. This is Marth/Link. Thanks!

Link woke up, greeted by the warm sunshine that filtered through the curtains over the large windows. The 12-year-old yawned and rubbed at his eyes, and then he stretched, arching his back. Getting out of Marth’s bed, he looked around, confused. No one else was in the room.

Glancing around the room, Link spotted a piece of paper on top of a pile of carefully folded clothes. He tried reading the letter, but he couldn’t recognize the language. The runes were different than Hylian, but the blonde assumed it was written by Marth. He took the clothes, assuming they were for them, since Marth told him he’d let the other change, and slipped them on. A plain forest green tunic with a brown leather belt, a white undershirt, pure white tights, and a pair of slim, knee-high boots, which were also made of brown leather. Link blushed. The attire was strikingly similar to the Hero of Time’s, according to the legends, minus the hat, earrings, and gauntlets. He quickly washed his face using a water basin on the opposite side of the room and left through the ornately carved wooden door.

Only to get horribly lost.

oOo

Pit groaned as he made his way through the castle. Or, at least, tried to make his way.

Pit was the representative from Angel Land, and, to his upmost horror, he was a day late to the anniversary of the alliances between some of the strongest and influential kingdoms in the world. He’d bet his bow that the goddess Palutena would have more than a few words to share with him when he got back.

“I knew this was a bad idea. Gosh, going off around the castle by myself to look for the king, great idea, Pit…” the 10-year-old angel mumbled to himself, wings fluttering in faint embarrassment at his plight. He then eeked when he ran into someone and fell on his bottom, the other person the same and letting out an eep.

“Gah! I’m sorry!” he cried out in apology to the blonde boy he had just knocked over, helping him up. The boy smiled gently.

“No, it’s not your fault. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going; I was trying to think of a way to get un-lost,” he giggled. Pit gazed curiously at his ears. They were long and pointed. “My name’s Link, and I’m a Hylian from Hyrule,” he added when he saw the brunette’s gaze on his ears.

“Oh! Sorry for staring,” Pit apologized again. “I’m Pit, and I’m an angel from Angel Land. I’m surprised you weren’t staring at me,” he laughed, and Link laughed along. “I’m lost too, so should we be lost together?”

The Hylian grinned. “Sure!” he agreed, and the two boys tried to find a familiar face in the castle. After about an hour of wandering, they were only able to find Pit’s guest room, which they both grudgingly entered.

“By the Goddesses,” Link groaned. “This seems helpless!” He looked around the room. It was elaborately decorated, just as Marth’s room was, an obvious sign of the kingdom’s wealth.

“I must agree,” the little brunette huffed. “Ah well, at least now I can get the king his present I forgot in here, ehe…” He walked over to a large chair, on it resting a beautiful bow and quiver. They were made of yew, inlaid with traces of gold and silver. In the considerably large quiver was around a hundred arrows, all also made of yew with a mysterious pure white feather at the ends of each one.

“They’re angel feathers,” Pit explained. “The arrows are enchanted so that they will not miss their target, even in rain or wind.” He slung the quiver on his back with some careful maneuvering and held onto the bow. “Let’s go and try to find the king.”

“Again,” added Link.

Pit laughed lightly, a cute, childish laugh. “Yes, again,” he giggled. They once more began to wander through the stone corridors when Link saw a rather familiar-looking mahogany door.

“Here!” Link exclaimed. “It’s not the king’s chambers, but Melledeus will probably help us.” He knocked on the door softly. “Sir,” he called out, “it’s Link. My friend and I need some assistance in finding the king…”

The door opened, revealing the old man. He smiled. “Alright, lads. I’ll help you.” His gaze turned towards the angel. “What is your name, little angel?”

Pit grinned at Melledeus. “The name’s Pit, sir, and I’m the representative from Angel Land! I need to find the king to give him our tribute.”

“Ah, yes, of course. King Cornelius should be in the royal gardens right now or maybe perhaps in the courtyard. Please, follow me.” The sage then walked off, surprisingly fast for a man of his age, the two boys following. After about 15 minutes of walking through the corridors and down some stairways, Link and Pit began to grow a little anxious. They were somewhat doubting that Melledeus knew his way. Just when one of them was about to say something, Melledeus led them outside in the bright sun. They were in the courtyard, and on a bench under a wooden trellis of morning glories was the king chatting amiably with Rusl.

The Hyrulian swordsman smiled. “Link, are you feeling better?” he asked kindly. Link smiled at his concern.

“Yes, Rus, I’m feeling a lot better,” he replied happily. Rusl smiled back.

“Good.”

“A-ah, King Cornelius!” Pit stuttered, stepping forward, holding out the bow and quiver. “I-I’m Pit. Please, it would honor my fellow angels and me if you were to accept Angel Land’s tribute!” His wings fluttered in his nervousness. The King chuckled, taking the bow and quiver.

“Of course, Pit. I would be deeply honored to take such a beautiful weapon. It rivals the beauty of the sword and shield I received from Hyrule!” he laughed and took the offered gift.

The angel blushed. “Thank you! I’ll be sure to inform the goddess Palutena of your praise. Its name is Ventus, the Greek word for wind.” He then gestured vaguely to the runes written on the quiver, which did indeed say “Ventus.”

The king nodded and said to both he and Link, “My son, as well as young Ike and Roy, are in the stables. They’re about to go riding. Marth was rather worried about you, Link. You ought to see him,” King Cornelius laughed merrily. Link smiled and nodded, and he led Pit over to where the stables were. Roy and Ike were outside with their horses, waiting, and Marth was just walking out with Tornac and Epona when they approached. They were all dressed in their regular blue clothing.

“I was wondering when you’d wake up, Link,” Marth teased lightly, smiling. “I already saddled Epona for you because I figured you’d want to go riding with us.” His gaze then turned towards the angel. “This is Roy and Ike. Do you want to go riding with us too, Pit?” He had met Pit earlier that morning, and, to be honest, he didn’t really like the thought of leaving him behind.

Pit blushed. “Um…I don’t know how to…”

“You can ride with me,” Ike offered, stare unwavering. “Ashe won’t mind.” And, as if in agreement, his white mare nickered softly. Roy’s red roan mare neighed in response.

“Ah…okay, if you don’t mind.” Ike snorted and grabbed Pit around the waist, easily lifting the light brunette up on his horse’s saddle. The blue-haired teen got up in front of him. He raised an eyebrow at his companions.

“Well?” he drawled. “Are we going or not?” Roy grinned and mounted his own horse, Fyra. Marth got up on Tornac after handing over Epona’s reins to Link and watching the Hylian get on his mare.

“I propose a race,” Roy proclaimed, a grin still on his face. Fyra pranced around, eager to run. “First one to make a whole lap around the castle wins. The losers…” He paused for a moment and smirked. Marth paled. Whenever Roy smirked, it wasn’t good. “The losers have to dress as girls!”

“…Are you kidding me?” Marth deadpanned. Ike snorted and Pit and Link blushed.

“Oh, sorry, Martha; I guess that’d just be normal for you!” Roy cackled. He yelped when he saw Marth’s glare. “Uh…on three!” Everyone got their horses ready. They were all eager, pawing the ground, ready to run. “One…”

“Hold on, Pit,” Ike whispered.

“…Two…”

“Huh?” Pit asked, confused.

“Grab on to my waist!” the bluenette hissed.

“Three!” Pit yelped and squeezed Ike as tightly as he dared when he suddenly lurched from Ashe’s unpredicted burst of speed. Next to him, he saw Roy on Fyra and Marth on Tornac. Epona reared from behind them and burst into a fast canter, easily bypassing her competitors. Link stuck out his tongue playfully as he passed them all and urged Epona into a canter.

“Come on, Ike!” he cheered. “We can’t lose!” Ike spurred Ashe on harder and eventually passed Link, Pit flashing a grin at the surprised Hylian. They stayed in the lead, but when they were about three-quarters of the way around the castle, Marth and Tornac were hot on their tail. Soon, they were neck to neck, and the stables were in view. They crossed the imaginary finish line and reared their horses to a stop. It was a tie. Link and Epona came not too soon afterwards, closely followed by Roy and Fyra.

“Gods,” Roy moaned, burying his face into his mare’s fiery red mane. “I can’t believe I lost!”

“Who won?” Link huffed, pouting.

“Tie!” Pit chirped happily. “Tornac and Ashe reached the end at the same time!” Roy grumbled and tugged Link to Ellis’s room to “borrow” some of her older dresses from when she was about their age. Unexpectedly, she was still in the room, but let them borrow her dresses after they explained their story. She just laughed her pretty blue-haired head off. The princess then left the room so they could change.

“This blows,” Roy groaned, pulling on the pink floor-length gown that clashed terribly with his hair. Link glared, struggling with his white and gold dress.

“It was your idea,” he reminded the redhead, finally able to get the dress on. “Now, lace the back up on mine, please.” Roy complied. At least his dress wasn’t like Link’s and had in a built-in corset. He shivered at the thought as he fumbled with the laces.

The Pheraen boy then marched to the princess’s balcony and shouted, “This good enough for ya, Marthy-boy?!” He growled when he heard his friends down below laughing and shook his fist. Roy then grew curious when Pit flew up and landed smoothly on the balcony, trying to hold back giggles.

“Marth and Ike say that you look like an old man in his wife’s dress when you shook your fist,” he laughed. “They also said that you two can change back when Link comes out so you two can unsaddle Fyra and Epona!” Hearing this, Link went on the balcony and blushed when he heard Ike and Marth laughing. Pit was unable to contain his giggles this time. He huffed and walked back into the room and changed, Roy doing the same. They then left with Pit to lead their horses back  into the stables.

Wow, Link thought to himself happily as he took the reins from Marth, </i> I never ever want this to end!</i>

But, of course, all good things come to a close.

oOo

Link pouted when he walked out of the castle. After a week of staying, it was finally time to make the long journey home to Ordon Village. Marth was walking with his arm slung around his friend’s neck. He didn’t want the Hylian to leave either, as well as Pit. The angel was stretching his visit as it was and had to go back to Angel Land. Ike and Roy had to leave too. When they reached the stables, Pit started sniffing.

“Bye, guys,” the brunette said sadly, hugging his new friends. “I’ll miss you.”

Marth smiled a little. “We’ll miss you too, Pit. Take care.” After saying his farewells and bowing to the king, Pit took off flying, heading up towards the clouds. Link and Rusl walked into the stables, saddling their horses and led them outside. Link did the same as Pit and hugged his friends.

“Promise to come to the next anniversary?” he asked hopefully. The nations took turns hosting the celebration, and next time was Hyrule’s turn.

Roy grinned. “You betcha we will!” Marth smiled and Ike just nodded.

The blonde let out a sigh of relief. “Good.”

“Link,” Rusl called out reluctantly, already on Timble after bowing to the king and shaking his hand. “It’s time to go.” Link pouted and mounted Epona. She seemed to be sad to leave as well.

“W-wait, Link!” Marth cried out. “Here.” The prince held up his hand to Link, a little black velvet pouch in his hand. “Take it.” The Hylian took the offered pouch and dumped the contents in  his hand and gasped. It was a pair of magnificent blue hoop earrings. They were gorgeous, seeming to glow in the morning sun. “They…they were my mother’s,” the blue-haired youth added softly. Link’s eyes widened.

“I—I can’t!” he exclaimed. “Something so important to you—I mean, they were your mother’s—”

“Take them,” Marth interrupted, looking determined. “I want you to have them.” The blonde boy finally caved.

“A-alright,” he murmured, expression gentle. “If that’s what you wish…I…thank you.” He held the earrings lightly before carefully putting the back in the pouch, which he put in his saddlebag. Rusl smiled and took off with Timble. “B-bye, guys!” Link choked out and galloped away. Marth clutched his hand tightly and sighed.

The next ten years would be tough.
OHMYGEEEEEEEE

Finally, part deux! ...Err, that's two, right? XD; Not beta'd, whooooooooooo~! I didn't even proofread it yet |D Tell me if you find any errors, please!

Soooo, Linky left! Daaaw! How suckish D:

...or, at least, until part THREE! Coming soon, to a theater near you!

Beeeh, my style seems to have changed e.e

PART UNO [link]

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Is there a part three around? Because this story is getting good now. ;~;