Who likes making SI sequels when practically no one has read the SI itself? 8D *shot*

Okay, I'll be serious here. You few insane people who didn't just pass by this fanfiction will probably think 'WTF?' while you read this unless explanations are given. Main points that should probably be adressed: Senom and Desi were first brought into Majora's Mask in a music store because one of them played the Song of Soaring on a recorder. They both ended up helping Link and Tatl on their adventure. Dark Link (Dubbed Shadow by us for some unknown reason. Just go with it.) joined the party in the second cycle. Tatl hates Desi and Senom with a burning passion. That hate is fully returned. Senom and Desi learn that they're sisters on the journey. The recorder that transported the girls to Termina is actually called the Recorder of Fates. They both learned the Song of Fates (Basically, Skyward Sword's theme.) from the Great Fairies along the journey. Said song allows them to freeze time. During the SI Senom was 14 and Desi was 15. Aaaand that's all I can think of. Have any questions? Just tell me in your review and it'll be answered in the next chapter.

All right, I think that about wraps up this author's note. Chapter time!

Chapter 1-Campin' Hell

"Heavy suitcase is heavy." Desi complained, collapsing on her bed.

"You've got it easy. I have TWO." Senom gasped out, dragging her cases into the cabin room and literally glomping hers. "Can I fall asleep here? Forever?" She asked, face buried in the pillow.

"Whatever floats your boat. But wouldn't it be kind of a waste to do that right when we get to the camp?" Desi pointed out.

"I am so tired. You can go swimming or hiking or on a killing spree if you really want, I'm going to lie here." Senom decided.

"Killing spree?" Desi raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know. I'm tired. You know I get delusional when I'm sleep-deprived." Senom shrugged.

"Yeah, I've seen it happen way too often." Desi commented, walking out of her room and taking a seat on the couch in the small living room.

Senom rolled her eyes and reburied her face in her pillow, pulling the covers over her head. At that point, she was dead to the world.

"How long are you going to be asleep?" Desi asked her sister, only half expecting a response.

"I love you too, Emile!" Senom mumbled from her subconscious state.

Desi stared in the direction of the mumble. Did Senom just say... she shook her head. She was probably picking up the delusional sleep loss habit from her sister.

"RISE OF THE REDEADS! PART PIE!" Senom yelled in her sleep.

Desi jumped in surprise, then face/palmed shortly after. "All right, I'm never going to get any peace with whatever messed up nightmares Senom is experiencing causing her to sleeptalk...sleepyell...whatever." She quickly made a run for the door and sat out by the porch, enjoying the fresh air. Much better than going deaf.

Meanwhile, Senom rolled over, dreaming of magical grimoires floating in circles. They were crossed over with poptarts, and a horrific song played in the background...
"NYAN WEISS! BRILLIANCE!" She screamed, bolting up. "Hey, wait, this isn't NyanLand..."

"Will this never end?" Desi shouted, still able to hear her sister's shouts. A few people walking by gave her weird looks and she gave them a timid wave, clearly embarrassed beyond all belief. I'm killing her later.

"Probably not." Senom spoke up from behind her, grinning. "I'm a ninja!"

"Oh crap!" Desi jumped again, turning around and giving Senom a glare. "Don't do that!"

"Sorry." Senom shrugged. "So I got this awesome idea about crossbreeding NyanCat with a talking book-"

Desi put her hand over Senom's mouth. "Whoa, whoa, hold on there. A, where are we going to find a nyan cat? B, where are we going to find a talking book? And C, how are we going to crossbreed those two?"

"I don't know, but I've been told!" Senom cheered. Obviously, she was either high on something or sleepwalking.

Desi figured it was the latter. "Wait here." She commanded, quickly running inside. About twenty seconds later a bucket of water was dumped on Senom.

"WHAT THE HELL?" Her sister shrieked, now finally awake. "For the love of Din, Desi, do you WANT me to put you in a chokehold like last summer?"

"Nayru, no! I'm sorry!" The other girl yelled in a panic, trying to make an epic jump to hide under the picnic table. Of course, she failed and ended up getting a bruised head. "Ow..."

Senom winced. "Um. Sorry. Do we have any towels?" She sighed.

"They're in my suitcase." Desi said, sitting cross-legged on the ground and clutching her head.

Senom sighed, throwing open her sister's case and taking a towel with her (ya know) in the bathroom. She emerged ten minutes later in dry clothing (trademark black jacket over a Steampunk Angel tee and worn-out jeans), barefoot and proud of it. "Next time, I'm pouring water on you. How bad was I?" She asked, dumping the wet clothes in a random hamper.

"You were plotting to make a crossbreed of the Nyan Cat and a talking book." Desi answered, staring at an object in her hands.

"Pretty bad, then." Senom sighed, glancing up and smirking. "You took the Recorder of Fates?"

Desi suddenly stood up in shock, holding the object behind her back. "U-Um, n-no. Why w-would you think that?"

"Desi, I'm your younger sister by one year and we've known each other for at least ten or so." Senom crossed her arms. "I've gotten pretty good at reading you like a self-insert."

Desi sighed and glared at Senom, but grudgingly brought the instrument in front of her. "All right, all right. So I took the recorder. I practically have it with me wherever I go."

"Then why are you trying to hide it from me this time?" Senom asked, raising an eyebrow. "You know I keep that lyre with me 24/7... what's wrong with the Recorder of Fates?"

Desi gave a small shrug, staring at the ground. "Maybe because...I was kind of thinking of..."

Senom grinned. "You've been thinking of him again."

Desi's face turned a dark shade of red. "No!"

"Oh, so you've been thinking of Tatl, okay!" Senom clapped. "I'll be sure to read all her lines out loud followed by I love Desi too right after!"

"Are you sleeptalking again?" Desi questioned jokingly, hoping that Senom would forget about the last topic.

"Nope. But you're dreaming if you think I haven't been thinking about them too." Senom sat down on the couch, leaning back. "To be honest..." She lowered her voice. "I miss them too."

Desi was quiet for a second, staring at her recorder. "Maybe...do you wanna play the Song of Fates? For old time's sake?"

Senom thought a moment, then grabbed her suitcase and pulled her lyre out. "Let's do it."
"All right." Desi said with a smile, then played the song, surprisingly remembering all the notes.

Senom picked at the last few strings. "... kewenu, sale..." She finished, putting down the lyre just as a loud crash and several curse words were heard from the bedroom.
"The hell...?"

"There are random people in your bedroom. Do we even want to know?" Desi pointed out.

Senom shrugged, getting up and pulling a knife out of her suitcase. Why she kept a knife around with her, who knows. "Come on," She motioned to Desi, backing up against the side of the door and glancing in before groaning.

"The hell took you two so long?" She pulled Desi over and smirked. Sprawled on Senom's bed were two men in their early twenties, their appearances alike to the point that they could have been brothers, but complete opposites at the same time. One of the two, wiping strands of shock-white hair out of his face while glancing up, red eyes sheepish while he grinned and raised a hand in greeting.

"'allo again, luv."