Aryes: Hey guys! I am soo freaking sorry for the long period of no writing! I had some crazy stuff happening, some family losses and it was hard to have time to write this! It is ongoing and will not stop! I hope you guys like this chapter a lot! I love to hear ideas to continue forward and guys I have realized my dream! To have one fan art for each of my fanfictions...even if I have to draw them myself! Someone made one fan art for a One Piece fanfic I made and I almost broke down freaking crying! You guys are amazing and for those of you who review! Guys, you all keep me going! You guys make my day! Guys and gals! Without further ado, the next chapter! Yes, I talk too much, I apologize! :)

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Warning: There is some cursing, discussions of hangovers (Never had one so don't take it as real advice), implied prostitution, and of course, YAOI (Male x Male) If you don't like the last one, I kinda wonder why someone is here on chapter 6 of a clearly yaoi fanfic XD Don't say I didn't warn you about any of these things above okay! :)

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Chapter 6: The Time of the Hour

"Ah my goddesses!" shouted Ghirahim as sunlight met his eyes, and he groaned lightly then louder. He was completely tired and completely hungover. The sun hurt, bringing a pang of pain in his head and every move he made almost required him to stop and check his nausea level. Needless to say, the white haired male felt like fucking shit. He could compare it to going into a washer and then getting dragged on the road. That thought alone made him want to hurl again. The white haired male mustered some energy and rolled slowly away from the sunlight, pulling the blankets over his eyes just in case rolling away didn't work. He breathed calmly, because even his breath was loud as fuck in his ears. Then he smelled the air and stilled, it smelt like breakfast.

The white haired male moaned softly, the smell was making him sick, then he heard someone call him, "You up brat!?" It was loud yell that forced the young male to clutch his ears from the ringing sensation it gave, the pain was too great to yell back. It seemed that Demise was up and cooking this early. He heard the big lumbering of the older as he waltzed into his room. "You awake?" the man spoke softly as he neared the bed. Slowly, Ghirahim peeled the blanket away and sleepily stared at the orange haired male. His face speaking volumes about what he did last night, in fact his memory was coming back from it.

"How are you up after drinking so much? I drank less than you." the white haired male spoke lightly, his own words excessively louder now even though he spoke softer. The older male handed him a cup with an identifiable liquid of ale, along some toast and crackers. The white haired male drank the seltzer, but was more wary with the food. "I have been drinking for a long time. I know some tricks to curing them,...now get out of bed." Demise said darkly, but still quietly, because even he knew hangovers were a real bitch. Luckily, he had learned a trick or two to cure them, after all he did date a bartender to be. Ghirahim layed his back against the wall, a pillow propping him up as he slowly began to feel the effects of alcohol ebb away to a state where he could get out of bed. The white haired male counted himself lucky that he didn't have nausea to add to the list, that was the worse part of a hangover in his opinion.

Half an hour later, Ghirahim decided himself well enough to go into the kitchen, they didn't have work on Saturdays so he could've stayed in bed, but even he wouldn't have that. Despite the late nights, Ghirahim was by all means a morning person, getting up earlier than 5 a.m. even on some occasions. The orange haired male was also a morning person, which meant that Ghirahim couldn't have the morning to himself, but luckily Demise was rather quiet in the early hours of the day. There would be multiple hours of a comfortable silence between them, it was a mutual thing. There was no awkwardness to the silence and Ghirahim decided he liked the silence in the morning.

Demise, during sun up, would either read a book or make breakfast for both of them and clean up after it all. Not a word passed when Ghirahim entered the kitchen, and on the counter in the place that was decidedly Ghirahim's seat was a plate with aluminum foil over it, keeping whatever was inside warm. The younger male glanced over at Demise who was very much into a new book today. This one seemed to have black pages which envoked the white haired male's curiosity a little as Demise's books always did. Even though Ghirahim never read a lot of books, he was always interested in what Demise was reading. When he had first come into work with the orange haired male by black mail he had thought the books he read in the mornings were "How To Torture For Dummies" books.

Swiftly, Ghirahim peeled away the foil and was gifted by the mouth watering sight and smell of eggs, scrambled cheesy bacon-y eggs! This was the only perk of living with Demise that reached a heightening of level 100! The great food he made, it was probably the only thing that made the white haired male forget that this living situation was caused by malicious means. The young man always wondered if he would remain living here on his own accord, would he have stayed here voluntarily? It was always a question that burned into his mind, was life here better than where he was, house hopping with his belongings, getting guys to buy him dinner?

In truth, Ghirahim had to say he liked it here, the place they lived especially. They lived in a beautiful apartment building and he had a place to call home long enough to put socks in the sock drawer. He enjoyed life here, despite having to work and do a chore or two daily, his mainly being the laundry. "How did you get money for this apartment?" the white haired male asked randomly, because it was pretty obvious that this house wasn't bought by food vendor money. It was surprising that the thought hit him just now when he had lived here for so long. Ghirahim watched as Demise put down his book and looked at him oddly. "Why do you want to know?"

This comment, was one that made Ghirahim pissed, he lived in the house! He deserved to know whether it came from honorable means or not! "Well, it obviously didn't come from food service." the younger man sarcastically bit out. Demise rose an eyebrow and smiled a bit, he had always loved the brat's spunk, but how would he handle the truth? The orange haired male was curious to know. "Well, when I was younger I was an entertainer of sorts on the side of a normal job." the older man said, and watched as Ghirahim turned in his chair to face him with a suspicious look, "Entertainer? What kind?" Demise shrugged and started to read again with feigned disinterest in the others reaction as he said, "I was a bit of a lap dancer/prostitute for a year or two. Luckily, no STDs from the job."

'What!' Ghirahim's jaw physically dropped and a large guffaw of laughter followed it. "What? I was good at what I did!" Demise protested calmly and the white haired man picked his jaw back up and tried to find the words to even try and form at this point. The only word came out really sarcastically and almost in a stressed tone, "Really!?" Demise smiled a full mega watt smile, and replied, "Yes really. I got paid very handsomely for it. As I said before I was very good at what I did and it did help create some good contacts." The white haired sat there still trying to process the fact that the orange haired male was a lap dancer, the images coming to his mind were filled with dirty fantasies.

The younger male quickly tried to dissipate the thoughts in his head, knowing full well any more of those images would leave him unable to stand up. "Okay, but.." It was hard for Ghirahim's head to wrap around at all, Demise had been a lap dancer. His eyes peered over curiously at the buff orange haired male, he was good looking enough. "If you were getting such great money why'd you quit?" Ghirahim asked, his fork starting to stab the delicious eggs that started to make him salivate. "Well,..." Demise started but stopped as he looked at the clock, then he stood up very quickly, scaring the younger male a little. "...Shit, we're late." Ghirahim's purple eyes widened with confusion and panic, as he asked, "For what?" He put the fork in his mouth and moaned greedily around the eggs, heaven tasted so good.

"We have to make 140 sandwiches, 40 appetizer trays, 20 large sides, and 20 desert trays for a birthday party by 12 o'clock brat! We are opening the shop today for it!" Demise bellowed irritatedly, and the white haired man almost spit out his eggs! That was more sandwiches than he made in a regular work day! The younger male groaned, not in ecstasy, but in complete annoyance. He had forgotten about the large order, and now he had to make them all before 12! Demise wasn't anymore pleased than Ghirahim was about this, but he had already taken half the money. The taller male stood from the couch and rushed into get dressed before beauty queen got in the bathroom, but that was just another thing he found attractive about the other man, the sheer time he takes to be his definition of beautiful.

With a huff, Ghirahim shoveled down his breakfast, even though he truly preferred to savor the sweet taste of eggs and cheese, he was pressured into practically inhaling his food. He put his plate into the sink and seemed fine on the outside, but on the inside he was rattled by the conversation earlier. Demise had been a lap dancer! The soiling images that popped in were less than innocent as he imaged what that body could do with his,maybe in a dark corner no less? Hot searing soft pliable lips dominating his in a burning inferno of passion, ravaging him of all other thoughts, and completely making him feel loved and sexy. The thoughts were overwhelming him, because they were so vivid in his mind. Harshly, Ghirahim slammed down on the counter and tried to cool himself, he was getting way to into the idea of Demise being an...entertainer.

The weekend passed by quickly to others, but Ganondorf felt his heart race like a rabbit in his chest as he put on his clothes for Monday morning. Today was the day he promised he would meet Link in the park, this was the day of their first face to face meeting. The red haired man clutched his heart a little and wondered if he would even like the teen at all. Maybe the teen would be completely ugly? Something in his mind told him that Link was not truly ugly considering how modest he is about everything else, he probably looks beautiful. Ganondorf expected ugly, that way if Link looked better than ugly Ganondorf would feel even better about it. If the teen was ugly at least he'd be ready for it. He knew this was a cruel thought process but a good leader was ready for disappointment.

In truth, Ganondorf had requested the day off from his group. He had a substitute for himself, his vice president could handle one Monday alone. The dark skinned man had been trying on all his clothes this morning, and none of them were suiting him for some reason. Everything he tried on only upset him more and the red haired male breathed out a sigh as he threw the last bit of clothing he had tried on to his couch. The dark haired man sat down on the soft plush sand coloured sheets of his bed and fell backwards, his head crashing into the soft sheets softly. He stared at the white ceiling with a fluttery feeling in his stomach, he felt alive and jittery, but he didn't know what to do with it. It was a nameless emotion he was not familiar with, this nervousness that crept through his movements making them stiffer and more hesitant.

"This is so very unnecessary…" Ganondorf muttered to himself, his own advice moving him to sit up and glance over once more at the clothing. His golden eyes searched through the clothing for something normal, something he would wear on a normal weekend. As he spotted the outfit that suited such requirements, he pulled out a black sweater and a black hoodie from the pile of expensive clothing along with a pair of normal looking denim blue jeans. He studied the outfit he had chosen for moment then decidedly stood. The dark skinned male tore off his shirt and glanced at the mirror in front of himself, because there was obviously something about looking at one's own features that never got old.

He studied himself in the mirror, but soon realized that it would do nothing but complicate his situation with useless and unwanted doubts. He had nothing to worry about with his body, because the young man had already seen him through windows and accepted what he saw. He, on the other hand, had no idea what to really expect from the Hylian other than the obvious blonde hair, blue eyes, and pointy ears. "That really is rather unfair now that I really think about it," Ganondorf muttered out loud. The Hylian had seen him since the beginning while he had not and that somewhat upset him, but there was nothing he could do about it now could he?

Ganondorf walked into the bathroom and brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth with mouthwash. He touched his chin and brushed his small bright red beard with his special brush, because today seemed like a perfect occasion for it. He turned his head and looked into the mirror, trying to find any flaws, but as usual he found none by his standards. The dark skinned man stood up and almost purred at the fact he looked so good today, but he didn't want to jinx his luck so he walked out of the bathroom. He decided to walk to the park today, it wasn't very far from his home, and it would make him look more natural.

He grabbed his wallet, keys and his black biker gloves in his pockets of the jeans before he put them on, a strange habit he had always had as a kid, putting things in his jean pockets before putting them on. Perhaps it was all the days of having to snatch things when he first started out in Hyrule, a street rat stealing food. After he got his jeans he put on his shirt and then put his arms through the hoodie's arm slots. The red haired man had to pull on the sleeves to get them to fit comfortably on his large arms, but there really was no comfortable position for them in this particular hoodie. He had bought the thing over a year ago so it was really time to get a new one anyway, but it would have to do for his first meeting with Link. Ganondorf zipped up his pitch black hoodie quickly as he walked out the door, even though he knew he would be over an hour early, but he didn't care.

Suddenly, the dark skinned man paused before he left the house, he had forgotten something. He turned back and walked up two sets of staircases to his own room which held what he was looking for. He didn't know why he bought Link something when the blonde had specifically asked for him not to bring something for his birthday, but Ganondorf had never been one for rules. He always thought it was courteous to bring something to a first meeting anyway. He had not bought anything overly fancy that would make the boy embarrassed or anything, but just a small black notebook with a fancy pencil attached. He wanted to give something more personal, but there really was no way to do that when he only knew so much about Link. He knew that the teen liked to write and had wonderfully exceptional handwriting, so he bought a dark green notebook.

With haste, the Gerudo picked up the present and stuffed it into the excessively large hoodie pocket with he found extremely useful on many occasions. He walked back towards the outside, now very sure that he had everything with him. His yellow gleaming eyes swept around him in a circle, wondering why it became so much colder when exiting his house. It was only just then that Ganondorf realized how quiet his own house was. He didn't have pets, friends, or even co-workers over to his place. In fact the only person who had ever been in his house had been Mr. Demise, and that was a long time ago when the man lost his brother in a car crash. It was not a friendly visit but more of a sad visit so the house held no real joy or warmth in it. Ganondorf turned away and walked right out the front door, locking it on his way out.

In the grand scheme of things, Ganondorf should've felt more nerves or perhaps a bit more panic, but he felt excitement and anticipation more than anything as he walked down the street towards the direction of the park, his heart beating faster as he thought or tried to imagine what Link looked like. Everything he thought up was instantly rejected by his own mind so Ganondorf settled for just being surprised, it was a lot better than stressing himself over his imaging expectations falling through.

The sounds from the streets Hyrule were rather loud this afternoon with people busily stopping at cafes to get lunch and to get errands done, cars racing from place to place or rather they would be if they weren't stuck in traffic. Horns filled the air along with the shouts of vendors, they were familiar noises to the townspeople and it was to be expected from early afternoons in Hyrule. Though many weren't born in the town, many immigrated and integrated into the way of the land. The hooded mafia boss weaved through the crowds with something that could only be called skill at this point, the regularity of him walking everywhere had helped him develop this skill and it was rather useful in Hyrule's afternoon crowd which was particularly heavy today for some reason or another.

With every step the Gerudo boss took, he felt a strong pull on his whole body like nothing he could do now would make him turn back, the feeling was familiar to Ganondorf like when he made an iffy deal, but every time he did that he chose right and was known for sniffing out bad deals. This whole situation was iffy but his gut and heart was telling him that he would not regret meeting the kid at the park today. When they talked there was something there, something in the young man's voice resonated with his heart. The desperate sound of calling someone just to talk, to be able to hear the voice of another, he could feel it now. The night before he put the phone a bit closer to his bed, it had been happening since their talk Friday night. Ganondorf had been wanting to call, but was unsure if the teen's "Brother" was there. If he was, he probably monitored the calls going in and out of the teen's phone.

Uncertainty, that was not the feeling he felt thrumming through his veins now, it felt giddy almost a child like fascination with a toy. It was an overwhelming emotion that Ganondorf now could say might be the startings of love and if properly groomed, it could blossom perhaps. It was something that the red head was completely a novice in, things like love had gone unobserved for the obvious reason of their worth to him, but now Ganondorf wished he could go back in time and change that. "It must be the nerves," the mafia boss murmured as he felt his heartbeat clearly in his ears, the blood rushing to his hands making them swell slightly with pinkish red hue but feel so cold as he held them up to eye level.

Was this what it was like to feel so panicked? Ganondorf had always been a natural born leader, confidence instilled since the day he was born, never had he been so afraid of something as normal as a meeting with a man younger than him. The feeling was so strange and with every new thought of their meeting he felt such an odd mix of elation, of fear, of anxiety, and the giddy emotion he couldn't place for the life of him. The dark skinned man surveyed his surroundings and felt his stomach dance as he saw the gates of the park in the distance. He was almost there. The extreme mystery of meeting someone you have never known was upon him and he felt his whole body tense as he moved forward.

Time flew too fast as he already was walking through the gates and was walking to his bench, his breath quickly leaving in relief as he spotted his bench empty, so he was there first. Ganondorf felt his whole body deflate in relief, he was dreading not being first it seemed. If that was the case then he felt better, he just didn't want to be the one who was late. He stared at the bench for a moment wondering how it would've been if he had actually been there second.

Then, he felt a touch behind him, the touch turning into a grab as it pulled at his hoodie, that action caused him to stiffen as he turned. There behind him was an orange Deku boy who was staring up at him. The Deku having darker redder skin and a big nose, he was very small too. Ganondorf calmed himself at the sight of the young boy who looked half as scared, if not more so, of him. "Hey Mister, have you seen a boy that looks like around this height around here? He has blonde hair and pointy ears, and was wearing black pants and a green shirt and a weird green hat. He helped my mommy when she fell and I wanted to thank him for her." The little boy said quietly. For some reason, Ganondorf had a feeling that this boy and him were looking for the same person. The description matched up to what Link had described about himself, even though this was the general stereotype for Hylians. Ganondorf stared at the child for moment before replying, "I believe I am looking for him too."

That statement instigated a very confused look from the young one as he opened his mouth to speak, but there was a long pause. The orange eyes of the small child seemed flicker over behind him and an automatic smile graced the face of the Deku boy, "Hey mister! My mom wanted to say thank you for earlier!" Ganondorf felt his heart race in surprise from the sudden shout, actually though he'd never admit it, he jumped a little as the boy raised his hand to wave. Then, Ganondorf turned around as he heard semi-deepish voice speak to the boy, "Your welcome, tell your mom to watch out next time she walks near Kokoriki Forest Path. It's easy to get lost if you don't know your way. So stay safe, alright?"

"I will," the little boy shouted, but the red haired man beside the boy stood up tall with bated breath as he finally looked over his shoulder as he turned. 'This is it', Ganondorf's whole body shook slightly, thrummed with excited energy as he saw the brilliant gold hair assaulting his own golden eyes. It took him a moment to concentrate on the hair, but when he did he felt his eyes widen just to take it all in. His hair looked as soft as threaded gold and more vibrant than sunlight, it was almost sickening how beautiful it was to Ganondorf. The boy or rather man was almost near his height to boot, but that was something that the mafia boss had expected though from 18 year old Hylian, so that didn't shock him too much.

But then, those eyes, those hypnotic eyes, such a glistening sea never existed to the red head before and now they stared right into his soul, quenching any thirst he had in his desert homeland, all the ocean was in the teen's eyes. Link was as pale as he had suggested through the stereotype of Hylian, but he was even lighter than that on skin tone, his skin that showed past the sleeves of the green t-shirt. They were completely like opposites, it was as though comparing night and day to each other side by side. It was breath taking when a smile rose on the others face, Ganondorf felt his own breath rush as though he had just run a whole mile.

The young man smiled a no teeth smile and the skin tone around his face and ears turned almost a cotton candy color that glowed. Everything in the world couldn't be better even though the red headed man felt his hands palpitate and his shock wide as the man came closer to him. "Hello," Ganondorf felt the breath fall away as he clenched his fists in his jacket, perhaps it had been too breathless, but the other man smiled kindly and said, "Hello to you too...I finally get to meet you." The pale boy breathed out so softly like a hushed whisper that matched Ganondorfs, blue eyes hiding a bit as they looked away shyly Ganondorf felt the tension and awkwardness, which was to be expected, but what the mafia boss hadn't thought through was a situation where Link was stunning.

For a while, the whole world seemed to stop, the air seemed to still and the birds stilled as well. Time moved so slowly for Ganondorf as he closed his eyes, hoping the picture of the man standing right in front of him was burned into his mind. Ganondorf forced himself to move, the motion startling the younger man to face him and again Ganondorf was pulled in by those deep pools cyan colouring. The red head cursed those eyes and their magically alluring ways that captivated his own in them. The soft sound of crunching leaves made Ganondorf heart jump, his own feet walking scared him, he was that enamored with the boy. Ganondorf was extremely close to Link as he towered right in front of him slightly, and the boy had to strain his neck slightly to stare at him, the wonder evident in his eyes.

"Your taller than I expected," Link's voice was picked up by the Gerudo's sharp ears and the red head couldn't stop the chuckle that rippled outward, his laugh slightly startling the other man. "Is that a bad thing Link?" asked Ganondorf, his own voice startling him at how low it rumbled, this was a voice he rarely used. His voice was usually used to either scare or manipulate enemies, but it seemed to have another use if the brighter shade of pink of the long ears were anything to come by. "No," Link responded almost a little stiffly, and Ganondorf let out a smile and walked over to his favorite bench, silently hoping the other man would follow. Surely enough, Link was a close proximity behind him as they both sat down on the bench, Ganondorf in his usual place and Link in the usually empty space. The small action making the dark skinned man feel a little warmer somehow knowing that the spot was filled perfectly by the other man beside him.

"I still can't believe it...I am here," the other man breathed out in wonder, his hands gripping the bench and looking upward somewhere. The action was curious and it made Ganondorf tilted his own head in the direction of where Link was looking. "That's where I live, up there," Link pointed to a large building that was right in front of Ganondorf's favorite bench, the tower was like a very boring apartment building with a thousand windows all around. Ganondorf felt himself smile, so that's where Link had been watching him, so he had always had the best view. "So you always had the best view," Ganondorf smirked as he spoke out loud, his eyes staring at the tower, silently trying to guess which was Link's window.

"Any view I had of you was the best," the comment made the red haired man pause and smile as he looked over at the baby blue eyes that spoke only honesty, then they glanced away in embarrassment. Ganondorf's heart beat a little faster and his ears felt warm, this teen didn't know what he was doing to him, did he? Ganondorf sighed out and put his head on his right hand, peering at the teenager from a side view. The blonde was looking at him worriedly, "You are too damn honest." the hooded man huffed out and laughed a little after wards when the other protested, "What's wrong with honesty?" "Simple," Ganondorf stated, "If you start acting so cute I might have to kidnap you and take you home birthday boy."

There it was, the ears gaining the sightly cherry hue like cherry ice cream colouring that made Ganondorf feel rather confident in his influence on the other man. His eyes wandered all over the the blonde's face as he watched the slow reaction of the man becoming embarrassed. It was gratifying almost in the gradual process, it gave him a bit of time to memorize the cute face he was met with. Ears, cheeks, and neck, that was the order in which Link turned red and then the younger adult turned away from him. Well, maybe that was a bit strong of a hinting after just meeting. A fleeting panicked thought crossed his mind as he thought of the blonde running away from him, but it passed.

It was unlikely, Link had been excited for their meeting just as much as he had been, but Ganondorf was the older in this situation so it was hard on both of them to meet like this. The situation was relaxing yet nerve wracking, both of them were very aware of that. Then, Ganondorf remembered what day it was. "Happy birthday," that was all the red haired man said as he handed Link the green journal and pen, which seemed to surprise the younger male considerably as he took it. "You didn't need to-ah...thank you," Ganondorf glanced back over at Link and was happy he had done so as the teen smiled slightly at the present. The sight of that was the best present he had ever received and it wasn't even his birthday yet. The red head felt himself glow slightly as he spoke, "You're welcome."

Link looked back at him, his face still slightly red as he said with a hesitant voice, "Truthfully, I wanted to eat at the place where you always get those burgers...well, if that's possible. I don't mean to intrude on your time too much because you are a very busy p-"

"No, I am hungry too, and the place is nearby." Ganondorf said and stood up with a bit of forwardness grabbed the other man's hand with a small bit of nervousness balled up about how they looked right now. Ganondorf imagined he must have looked way to old to be holding hands with such a beautiful not to mention very young male, people probably were grossed out. Maybe even Link didn't want to...

Suddenly, Ganondorf felt worried that perhaps the other man didn't want to move that fast into a relationship, so the red head glanced his eyes behind him to see Link's reaction to their new hold. The Gerudo felt his heart pump slightly faster when he saw the blonde looking directly at him with the shining innocent blue eyes. The mafia boss almost loss control of his neutral face when the Hylian man only smiled sweetly and squeezed Ganondorf's hand in reassurance, quickly the red head turned away, his burning slightly at the small action. As they turned a corner in the park and the white and purple truck come into view, the strange looking food truck giving off a glare from the sun's rays.

With a quick nudge, Ganondorf motioned Link in front of him instead and said, "This is usually where I get my food. I'll get us lunch so what do you want?" The teen was staring in awe at the truck as they neared it, but his face changed to one of distaste at the word, 'pay' and said quietly, "I can pay for my own food." The blonde shifted his hand in his pockets, a move for his money but the darker skinned man sighed even growled slightly as he grabbed the man by the slim shoulders and sat him down at one of the tables and said while looking into the man's eyes, "It's my treat...it's the least I can do for someone who made an effort to meet with me. Plus, You're my date so I should pay..." The last part was slightly mumbled as he spoke, Ganondorf couldn't look the other in the eyes again and turned away.

'Again, I keep looking away. Why is that? And he keeps smiling so nicely...He's gonna really make me kidnap him if he keeps flashing those baby blues at me! Especially that sweet smile!' Ganondorf was frustrated with himself, he was constantly feeling unsure of everything when he was with the teen but at the same time he couldn't feel any happier at the moment. Ganondorf realized he was staring over at the food truck for too long but he willed himself to look over at Link. When he did he saw the smaller man holding his hat to his face, the mafia boss felt his stomach drop in fear that he had done or said something wrong. 'Maybe Link didn't want this to be the first date? Maybe he felt the need to pay? Did he feel that he needed to pay to keep me here with him?' Ganondorf started to talk, but the other muffled something through his hat. "What was that?" asked the red head and then Ganondorf noticed the others pointed ears a deeper shade of pink and the teen then pulled his hat down enough so the older man could see his eyes. Those damn eyes that melted ice and steel hearts alike.

"I said I want to order with you then," the blonde murmured and he showed those bright blues toward the mafia boss and the red head had no reason to refuse them as he nodded, clearly not trusting himself to use his voice properly. The red head jumped slightly as Link rose up from the bench and he put on his hat. Link then surprised Ganondorf once more by grasping the older man's hand with a soft smile and strode toward "Delicious Diamond Deals". Link stopped in front of the high window and Ganondorf right behind him. Ganondorf smiled slightly as he saw himself towering over the 17 year old, sorry 18 year old. The Gerudo reached over the Link's head and knocked on the order window, the sound loud enough for the white haired idiot to hear.

"I'm coming! Give me a minute!" the voice was recognizably frustrated and the red head felt the hairs on the back of neck rise up at the sound and Ganondorf raised a hand to calm them down. It was probably from the unease he felt about when the two meet considering how the white haired male acts around him alone. All Ganondorf's thoughts paused as he saw the blur of white race to the order window. Then, Ghirahim appeared in the open window, stilling at the sight of them. The purple eyes widening at the sight of them and the pale man stood and stared at them in something akin to awe. Ganondorf heard Link giggle slightly as he tried to hide in his laughter at the strange look and Ganondorf was less subtle on his emotions. His laugh was a dark chuckle and the mafia boss remarked at the white haired man's obvious look of shock, "Hey, your face will stay like that if you don't shut it."

Ghirahim though was stock still in front of them and it was starting to piss the red head off because of the lack of response from the man. He was about to say something to the white haired cook, but then it was unneeded when he heard his good old friend Demise starting to shout at the man, "HEY BRAT! WE JUST GOT ANOTHER ORDER. HURRY UP!" The white haired man was still stock still and his eyes just looking at Link still in shock. Ganondorf felt himself get almost a little protective over the younger man beside him and was about to wrap his arm around the blonde when he heard the white haired man finally speak, "Oh my goodness." It was soft and Link giggled again a little louder and smiled, "Hi, my name is Link."

The younger man holding out his hand to the paler man at the counter and almost numbly, the cook took it in his white glove and shook it. Ghirahim seemed to get his bearings together quickly after that and smiled replying in his usual sassy self, "Well, you are lucky I just cleaned these gloves just a minute ago. My name is Ghirahim and I have to say..." The man trailed off and looked the blonde up and down and smirked at the red head once with a glance then back at the younger man with a seductive smile, "...you are one sexy teenager" Link laughed and just smiled shyly, looking at Ganondorf with a cute face that probably meant something along the lines of, 'Do you think I look sexy too?'.

The mafia boss felt his face burn slightly from the very cute look Link was giving him and felt his ears burn even more when the blonde stood even closer to him. He felt Ghirahim's eyes narrow at the small movement and the man smiled even more as he pointed a finger at Link and commented, "Oh, so you're the guy that the red head's been obsessing over last week hmmm?" Ganondorf sent a quick death glare at Ghirahim to shut his mouth, but then he softened the gaze to look at Link beside him staring back at him. He wondered about the Hylian beside him and felt his heart skip a beat as the blonde's face changed, the sight of the blonde's deep blush and true blue eyes contrasting against the colour becoming too much for the Gerudo.

"Yes, he is," Ganondorf mumbled out he scratched his head, trying to hide some of his embarrassment, he was going to kill Demise's little minx if he didn't shut his mouth! Then, he glanced to see Link smiling brightly and then, he turned to Ghirahim and just said, "I'll have what he is having." Ghirahim said no more words but seemed to have an amused look and just left to go back and start cooking. Link looked confused as to why the cook left without asking what the other man wanted, so Ganondorf clarified, "I come here everyday to eat the same so much he has it memorized by now." A small laugh came from Link and the man smiled at its sweetness. "You sure did come here a lot!" Link replied admittedly, and then there was a silence once more as Link then turned to sit over at a bench to wait for the food. Indeed, they were both nervous and knew virtually nothing about each other, but the mafia boss thought his heart knew now how he felt about Link more confidently.

Link was definitely a potential love interest, especially if he kept looking at him the way he has been for the past minute from the table while Ganondorf stood by the window for the food. The red head had been sure before meeting the boy that he wouldn't fall in love, date maybe, but Link was proving to be what many people would classify as his 'type'. Ganondorf had never had a type, but now, the dark skinned man was sure that Link would be his ideal 'type' of person to date. He was smart, honest, sweet, somewhat stubborn, easily embarrassed, oblivious, and was unique to say the least, but then, Ganondorf thought of a better word for Link than unique, it was more like...

'Intriguing.'

As Ghirahim handed the red haired stranger the tray with their orders on it, the pale man gave it without a hitch in his step and disappeared to the back of the food truck to where Demise sat behind one of the counters with a laptop out doing work. Whether it was for the business or not was another story, but Ghirahim thought it was for Diamond Deals Order organizing, at least that's what the pale man assumed. As soon as Ghirahim got to the back though, he slumped in the chair next to Demise, the only free chair sadly, and slammed his head on the counter top. Demise had watched it all in silence and Ghirahim waited 'till the orange haired man spoke softer than usual to ask, "Okay, what is it brat?" The pale haired spoke solidly but he slammed a fist on the counter first, it was more of a lazy movement than an anger fueled one.

"The red haired guy has a date," Ghirahim said and quickly after he said it, the typing on the keyboard paused and the bigger man voiced his interest in the subject, "Really?" The tone was surprised and it made Ghirahim laugh bitterly and said, "Yeah, and the worst thing is the teenager he's with is so fucking hot. I can't compete against that, I don't even think I wanna. He's my old type too which makes it worse." Ghirahim groaned the last word out and Demise asked, "Old type?" and Ghirahim answered, "Yeah, I used to go for teenagers like that, but damn, he's one of the best i've seen. I am actually jealous of the that red haired friend of yours." Ghirahim snorted slightly and then the tone of Demise was rougher as he spoke the same word as before, "Really

It sounded almost as bitter as Ghirahim felt, because the teenager was a hot little piece of Hylian godliness. Everything about his appearance screamed to the pale haired man that the kid was definitely someone he'd want to have a little fun with when he was younger and even now. He was actually jealous of the red haired stranger like no other. Plus, teaching the boy some tricks in bed would probably be fun for the red haired stranger. Just thinking about that made Ghirahim chuckle a little out loud, it sounded like a fun bit of material for Ghirahim's private moments.

The white haired man flipped his head to watch Demise, who was back to typing whatever he had been, his face crinkled in more places in what seemed like contained anger. Then, the orange haired man suddenly slammed his fist down so quickly that even Ghirahim didn't see it until the sound came from the counter on impact, causing him to startle upward. The orange haired man got up and walked over to the vending window and peered out it, the white haired cook settling back down to his original position as he observed. Demise looked out and Ghirahim swear that for a second he saw a small smirk as the man returned and sat back down. The shirtless man spoke with a grin plastered on his face, "I wouldn't try to get in between those two, you would most assuredly regret messing with him."

"Oh really, I have a feeling I wouldn't. Perhaps it's worth the risk?" Ghirahim prodded with a monotone voice and a blank face, obviously not going to, but curious to the reaction he would receive. Demise chuckled deeply at Ghirahim's suggestions and replied as he returned to typing, "I don't think you should personally, but..." the grin on the bigger man's face disappeared as he continued, "if you mess with that man and anything he claims as his, Brat. I can promise you will get hurt, in more than one way, so it's better to give up that stupid idea before it kills you." Ghirahim paused and looked at Demise and was surprised when the man was looking him right in the eyes.

A moment passed where neither did anything but stare in a very tense silence and then the smaller male asked something quietly, "Is that from personal experience? Or not?" Demise stared at him for a second longer, but was the first to turn away and start typing with a dark look as he whispered so softly, "Who knows..." Then, Ghirahim saw a change in the man, like a wall was put back up as anger crossed his brows in an obvious look and luckily, Ghirahim cupped his ears fast enough. "OKAY BRAT! GET BACK TO WORK! YOU HAVE ONLINE ORDERS TO FILL AND A QUOTA TO MEET BEFORE WE LEAVE! YOU GOT THAT BRAT!?" Demise barked and swatted at the pale man, but Ghirahim was ready for it this time and the other man screamed as he avoided another swat in his direction, this one aiming at his torso.

"YOU ARE A FUCKING SLAVE DRIVER, YOU DAMN BASTARD! THERE'S NO WAY I CAN COOK THAT MANY IN ONE DAY! I'VE HIT MY LIMIT!" Ghirahim screeched and was met with an even louder voice, "NONSENSE! IF YOU GET STARTED NOW YOU COULD FINISH BEFORE 9 O'CLOCK!" Ghirahim cringed at the '9 o'clock' remark and he grit his teeth and stomped into the kitchen part of the shop. The pale smaller man growled in frustration and kicked a cabinet, then instantly regretted that decision as a pained yowl left him. Demise shook over by his laptop and eventually letting the evil laughter drift into the air, further irritating the white haired male. "Stop laughing!" the cook yelled and slammed a plate down onto the counter for emphasis, but the man kept laughing at him. Ghirahim's face burned with rage and embarrassment, but he watched as Demise genuinely laugh at him, light and hardy sounding to his ears. The pale man couldn't help but think,...

'This bastard is making me so confused, laughing one moment and the next he's pissing me off. What the hell am I supposed to do about that?'

Yeah, that was the chapter! I hope you like the development of it just a bit. I struggled with this one (which was obvious because of the wait) but I got a chapter out there guys! I know, a lot of mushy stuff...I have never been in real like love woth anyone so I was kinda lost on the awkward moments and put a lot smiling and blushing on Link, but I promise you that it is just Link being a fangirl and being of course, not really talkative. I will figure it out and he is a bit courageous.

Hope you like it! You guys are awesome! Thanks for the reviews! This is my biggest fanbase on a story next to my DRRR! one XD Thanks for your support. Give me any ideas that I can use, I will give you credit if I use it :D I just like having ideas from you guys! Till next time!

~Aryes