i must be on something
Bored. Not much to do. Feeling a bit blah about recent going-ons =T
Bought me a smiling skeleton in a tuxedo and tophat from my favoriate lil Mexican shop in Rockport. That sorta made my day.
So. Uh. Crackfic. I don't blame you if you don't read it *grins*
Title: The Power of Poultry
Fandom: Zelda
Pairing: uh…Link/Cuckoo
Disclaimer: Not mine. Ever. Woe.
AN: For lomelindesama. She asked for it. Don’t blame me!
Summary: He saved the world a lot.
He saved the world a lot.
Sometimes he was asked to. Other times it was pure force and fate that drove him into the battles. The one thing that always held true was the undeniable fact that he could never, ever say no.
So he left his home, that sweet green world, lush and simple. It was the ideal haven for haven for the weak and the weary, really, had any passing stranger in need ever wandered through. But no. No one left and no one visited. They just were.
Except Link, always different. Chosen. Whatever it was. He had to save the princess. Save Hyrule.
Part of it was glorious, sure. Making friends and admirers. Fangirls, even, who gave their hearts so freely. But none of them knew him, that roving hero on a journey to save them all. Link was a name, a legend, more myth than man.
The hero’s path was a lonely, rolling one.
So now he sat alone, weapons discarded in his room, a short break from his quest. Elbows on knees and head hanging low, watching his shadow shift even though he didn’t move. Kakariko village seemed as good as any other place to hang his silly green hat, momentarily or not. And Link had always liked the small village, with its dust and its tumbleweed. People wandered by, going along with their daily routines, as normal as anyone could hope for in these times.
A wave. The sharp nod of a head. A half-smile, slightly strained. Everyone kept moving, even the children. There was still danger in the air, a threat that wouldn’t leave until every twilight fragment was gone from Hyrule.
A moment’s rest was all Link wanted. A moment of possible companionship, who wanted nothing more from him than his presence. A moment before throwing himself into another long wearying battle.
Link rubbed at his face, tired, lost in thoughts. He didn’t really communicate any other way.
“Buck buck buck,” a…voice…chirped from beside the young hero.
Beneath the cover of his hands, Link blinked. Then slowly turned to greet his new follower. Blinked again. Link dropped his hands to his knees, one eyebrow beginning to rise.
“Buck buck…” a pretty brown-hued cuckoo clucked, puttering forward. It paused, examining the Chosen One or whatever he was being called these days. “Buck.”
Link looked around, searching for someone-something-else that the cuckoo would possibly be addressing in such a straight-forward manner. “Eh?”
“Buckaw?” said the poultry.
Shaking his head, the blond stood from his perch on an empty crate and backed away from the bird. The cuckoo waddled after him, not deterred in the slightest. It looked, strangely enough, a little bemused.
Link scratched his head, glancing around one more time before crouching in front of his short friend. It-she-looked vaguely familiar. But then, most cuckoos looked the same no matter what province they heralded from.
“Hmmm.”
“Buck-kaaaw,” the cuckoo mimicked. Wings fluttered and ruffled and she puffed out her plume.
Link was tempted to say the bird was preening for him.
One of the villagers paused in his lumbering stride and chuckled at the duo. “Weeell, well. Ah think that there cuckoo likes ya, tights boy.” Link bristled and tried to convey the fact that they were not tights, but leggings. “He-yup. Makes ya wonder what goes on in them tiny brains.”
“Ah..”
Tipping his hat, the man continued on his way, chuckling to himself and shaking his head.
“Uh-huh,” Link said. An idea was forming. He looked down to his shadow, a silent request, and in a flash a small figure warped out of the dark outline.
Midna was grinning her feral grin, arms crossed over her chest. “What is it?”
Link waved. Paused, contemplating. Made a very descriptive growly face.
“Transform into a wolf? Fine, you man-beast, you. You’ll have to go around the corner though or no one will see.”
Link nodded and scampered off around a corner, out of view, Midna naturally following behind him. There was warping noise and then Link ran back around the corner.
On all fours, though, broken chain rattling with every saunter. Just a poor puppy taking a jog through a quiet town on a nice day. Or it would have been quiet, if townsfolk weren’t suddenly screaming about monsters and running for cover.
Link mentally sighed, his canine nose snuffling.
Forgetting the suddenly hostile atmosphere, the wolf trotted back to the brown cuckoo. Cautiously. He was never sure how people-animals-would react to his wolf form.
The cuckoo looked bizarrely happy. “You’re that nice man with blue eyes.”
Link nodded, attempting a fang-toothed smile.
“We all appreciate it, you know. My sisters and I always talk about it. You’re always so nice to us. Such a nice boy.”
The wolf’s long tail swished in a happy arc, which consequently destroyed the empty crate he had been sitting out not five minutes earlier.
“Would you like to sit with me, Link? I have some funny stories to tell you about all the people I’ve met,” the cuckoo lilted, voice sweeter now that he could understand.
Happy, Link sat down next to the bird and watched the day go by.
Bought me a smiling skeleton in a tuxedo and tophat from my favoriate lil Mexican shop in Rockport. That sorta made my day.
So. Uh. Crackfic. I don't blame you if you don't read it *grins*
Title: The Power of Poultry
Fandom: Zelda
Pairing: uh…Link/Cuckoo
Disclaimer: Not mine. Ever. Woe.
AN: For lomelindesama. She asked for it. Don’t blame me!
Summary: He saved the world a lot.
He saved the world a lot.
Sometimes he was asked to. Other times it was pure force and fate that drove him into the battles. The one thing that always held true was the undeniable fact that he could never, ever say no.
So he left his home, that sweet green world, lush and simple. It was the ideal haven for haven for the weak and the weary, really, had any passing stranger in need ever wandered through. But no. No one left and no one visited. They just were.
Except Link, always different. Chosen. Whatever it was. He had to save the princess. Save Hyrule.
Part of it was glorious, sure. Making friends and admirers. Fangirls, even, who gave their hearts so freely. But none of them knew him, that roving hero on a journey to save them all. Link was a name, a legend, more myth than man.
The hero’s path was a lonely, rolling one.
So now he sat alone, weapons discarded in his room, a short break from his quest. Elbows on knees and head hanging low, watching his shadow shift even though he didn’t move. Kakariko village seemed as good as any other place to hang his silly green hat, momentarily or not. And Link had always liked the small village, with its dust and its tumbleweed. People wandered by, going along with their daily routines, as normal as anyone could hope for in these times.
A wave. The sharp nod of a head. A half-smile, slightly strained. Everyone kept moving, even the children. There was still danger in the air, a threat that wouldn’t leave until every twilight fragment was gone from Hyrule.
A moment’s rest was all Link wanted. A moment of possible companionship, who wanted nothing more from him than his presence. A moment before throwing himself into another long wearying battle.
Link rubbed at his face, tired, lost in thoughts. He didn’t really communicate any other way.
“Buck buck buck,” a…voice…chirped from beside the young hero.
Beneath the cover of his hands, Link blinked. Then slowly turned to greet his new follower. Blinked again. Link dropped his hands to his knees, one eyebrow beginning to rise.
“Buck buck…” a pretty brown-hued cuckoo clucked, puttering forward. It paused, examining the Chosen One or whatever he was being called these days. “Buck.”
Link looked around, searching for someone-something-else that the cuckoo would possibly be addressing in such a straight-forward manner. “Eh?”
“Buckaw?” said the poultry.
Shaking his head, the blond stood from his perch on an empty crate and backed away from the bird. The cuckoo waddled after him, not deterred in the slightest. It looked, strangely enough, a little bemused.
Link scratched his head, glancing around one more time before crouching in front of his short friend. It-she-looked vaguely familiar. But then, most cuckoos looked the same no matter what province they heralded from.
“Hmmm.”
“Buck-kaaaw,” the cuckoo mimicked. Wings fluttered and ruffled and she puffed out her plume.
Link was tempted to say the bird was preening for him.
One of the villagers paused in his lumbering stride and chuckled at the duo. “Weeell, well. Ah think that there cuckoo likes ya, tights boy.” Link bristled and tried to convey the fact that they were not tights, but leggings. “He-yup. Makes ya wonder what goes on in them tiny brains.”
“Ah..”
Tipping his hat, the man continued on his way, chuckling to himself and shaking his head.
“Uh-huh,” Link said. An idea was forming. He looked down to his shadow, a silent request, and in a flash a small figure warped out of the dark outline.
Midna was grinning her feral grin, arms crossed over her chest. “What is it?”
Link waved. Paused, contemplating. Made a very descriptive growly face.
“Transform into a wolf? Fine, you man-beast, you. You’ll have to go around the corner though or no one will see.”
Link nodded and scampered off around a corner, out of view, Midna naturally following behind him. There was warping noise and then Link ran back around the corner.
On all fours, though, broken chain rattling with every saunter. Just a poor puppy taking a jog through a quiet town on a nice day. Or it would have been quiet, if townsfolk weren’t suddenly screaming about monsters and running for cover.
Link mentally sighed, his canine nose snuffling.
Forgetting the suddenly hostile atmosphere, the wolf trotted back to the brown cuckoo. Cautiously. He was never sure how people-animals-would react to his wolf form.
The cuckoo looked bizarrely happy. “You’re that nice man with blue eyes.”
Link nodded, attempting a fang-toothed smile.
“We all appreciate it, you know. My sisters and I always talk about it. You’re always so nice to us. Such a nice boy.”
The wolf’s long tail swished in a happy arc, which consequently destroyed the empty crate he had been sitting out not five minutes earlier.
“Would you like to sit with me, Link? I have some funny stories to tell you about all the people I’ve met,” the cuckoo lilted, voice sweeter now that he could understand.
Happy, Link sat down next to the bird and watched the day go by.