Beautiful Disaster
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This fic is a bit of a challenge from Azuril Noir Raine
We both got the idea for it,
And she said that I was going to do this version,
And she can do this one!
But lend her some support please!
And read her Demented Fairy Tales.
They're amusing
But enough about ANR-chan...
The song is "Beautiful Disaster"
By Kelly Clarkson-sama
I had fun with this.
Not intended to be Sheik/Link or vice versa
But it just depends on how you take it
I own nothing
Concept by Azuril-chan and Anthy-chan
Current Realization by Anthy-chan
See you at the end!
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Beautiful Disaster
By Anthy Kilik and Anshi-chan
Link looked at the world around him. The green of Hyrule field was fading away to the sand of desert. It was Gerudo territory. Link had no real fears, for he had his pass pinned to the green sleeve of hit tunic. Epona trotted along in no hurry to go anywhere. Link thought about his adventures thus far. This should be the last temple on his little "assignment".
He drowns in his dreams
And he started to think more, deeper.
And exquisite extreme I know
He realized that there was one person who had been beside him every moment of his journey in this almost apocalyptic Hyrule. He was a man not much older than the Hero of Time, slightly darker skin and bright red eyes with spiky blonde hair.
He's as damned as he seems
Sheik...
More heaven than a heart could hold
As Link thought more and more, he realized that he knew nothing about the one person who had aided him so much in his travels. Sheik had told him nothing about who he was and why he was helping.
And if I tried to save him
My whole world would cave in
"I was always too slow." Link muttered, almost amused by his statement.
Just ain't right
Just ain't right
He knew he was right. It always seemed that he was too slow to ask, to get to even thank the person who had probably saved his life more than was mentioned. Sheik was always gone before Link could get a word in. Link constantly cursed himself for being too slow, or too late.
Oh and I don't know
I don't know what he's after
"It's like...a curse maybe..." Link whispered to the growing desert around him.
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
Link wished he knew more. He wished to the three Goddesses that he knew more about the mysterious Sheikah man with the crying red eye.
If I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
But the Goddesses would not answer him.
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster?
The skyline began to turn orange and red with the sunset. Epona was still trotting briskly over the sand, showing no sign of being tired or fatigued. She refused to stop when Link motioned for her to. She continued onwards, like she knew what was ahead and she knew where to go. Link sighed and yawned quietly.
He's magic and myth
As strong as what I believe
Before he knew it, he was asleep.
A tragedy with
But his dreams were nightmares.
More damage that a soul should see
There were screams as the vivid images of the Shadow Temple pulled at him again. The vast amounts of the undead kept clawing at him, threatening to drag him down into hell. Link sank, reaching desperately for the light. He was being drawn under into the torment of the dead world. He reached again, hopelessly crying to wake.
And do I try to change him
A hand grabbed his. Link looked in the confines of his dream at his rescuer.
But it's so hard not to blame him
Hold me tight
Hold me tight
Sheik had saved him once again...
Oh and I don't know
I don't know what he's after
Link woke with such a start that he fell from the saddle and landed in the soft sand. He sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Epona waited patiently. Link pulled some water from the saddle bag, and the two of then drank their fill. Link ascended to the saddle again and they continued onwards.
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
The faint image of the Spirit Temple came into view. Link sighed with relief. Just one more to go before he could save the world. But it did dawn on him that he might be able to see Sheik again here. His hear fluttered. Maybe he would be able to give the words he could not say.
If I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
He left Epona at the little oasis next to the temple. She didn't seem to mind. Link splashed some water on his face before walking into the temple.
Would it be beautiful?
Finding himself at a dead end, for there was nothing he could do, he walked outside.
Or just a beautiful disaster?
Sheik was waiting for him.
I'm longing for love and the logical
"Sheik!" Link said happily, running over.
But he's only happy hysterical
"You noticed that there is nothing you can do here, right?" Sheik asked. Link slowly nodded.
I'm searching for some kind of miracle
"Then you must attempt this challenge with the heart of a child."
Waiting so long
Waiting so long
Link listened to the sad memory of the Requiem of Spirit, before learning it himself. His blue eyes never left Sheik, longing to say so much.
He's soft to the touch
The wind began to slowly pick up. The two felt the sandstorm coming. Link's heart began to pound. Sheik stepped back as the sand began to fly.
But frayed at the ends he breaks
"Don't go Sheik!" Link shouted, running forwards, one arm outstretched.
He's never enough
"Stop searching for me Link, there's noting for you to find."
And he's still more than I can take
As soon as it had come, the storm was done... and Sheik was gone.
Oh and I don't know
I don't know what he's after
Link sank to his knees, tears forming in his bright blue eyes. He trembled for a moment, as if trying to come to terms with himself.
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
A sad smile played his face as he looked up at the desert around him.
If I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
He stood up, with tears pouring from his eyes, sorrowful smile like a mask.
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster?
"I was too slow again..."
He's beautiful
Oh he's so beautiful
He's beautiful
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End!