This is the "true" last chapter of this set of one-shots. Oni may seem out of character, but lots of people's personalities get twisted when they drink too much. If I think of another one-shot for these two, promise to post it, but this feels like as far as I can explain their pasts.

So, to wrap it all up, Majora and Oni's first "official" meeting.

Oni sat at the bar, feeling absolutely miserable. The three tiny women next to him cackled.

"What did we say?" chirped the one in black.

"She'd cause a war!" chuckled the one in grey.

"You should have known better than to bet against us, little demon!" clucked the one in white.

"Now pay up!" they cried in unison.

Oni dropped a dark blue bag on the counter, and turned back to his glass. The bartender stared as his three companions fell on it like starving cats on a fish. The one in white managed to grapple it away from her sisters, stuck her face in it, and inhaled deeply. "Ooo!" she cooed, "That's the good stuff! You must have been all over the field trying to find this quality."

"Leave me alone, you old soul-suckers," he muttered, downing his beer and signaling for the bartender to refill it. They just laughed harder, and then went back to shrieking as the one in black snatched the bag away from her sister.

Everyone froze as the door swung open with a screech. Oni grimaced, not having to look up to see who it was. She strutted in, this tall Ikana beauty. Her piercing green eyes scanned the room, before she walked up and plopped down on the stool next to the one person who never wanted to see her face again. "Ahem." The bartender raised an eyebrow as she jerked her head towards the white-haired boy next to her. "I'll have what he's having."

"You sure, miss? No offense, but you don't look large enough to handle the hard stuff."

Now it was her turn to look suspicious. "Really? He's not that much larger than me, and he looks like he's been downing it all night."

"I have." Oni grimaced. "And I'm already regretting it."

She sniffed. "That's what men say when they don't approve of letting you learn if there's anything to learn. I'll have what he's having."

As the bartender walked off to find her a clean glass, the redhead turned to Oni with an over-bright smile. "So…"

"Forget it. Even wasted, I'm smart enough not to fall into your traps, temptress."

She looked genuinely shocked. "Temptress? Is that what you think I am?"

"Actually, I can't say what you are in polite company." The bartender arrived with her drink and refilled Oni's glass with a sympathetic look. The demon nodded to him and went back to trying to ignore the girl next to him.

"Really? I wouldn't call this polite company."

"And you would know, wouldn't you Princess?" She started, clearly surprised that he recognized her. "Don't deny it. I'd know your black soul in a room full of condemned criminals."

"My…soul?"

He turned, letting the silvery eyes of his avatar bore into her green ones. Lowering his voice, Oni hissed, "How many did you kill, Majora? Did you even keep count?"

She openly stare at him. "I-I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Really?" He sipped his mug, not breaking eye contact. "Are you sure?"

She was trembling, whether with rage or fear it was impossible to tell. "Even if I do, It's no one's business except mine and the gods." Oni let off a bark of laughter, turning away from her. Much to Majora's confusion, he continued to chuckle to himself for a few minutes after breaking eye contact. And what was with that, anyway? she wondered, I felt invincible when I walked in here, how can this one man destroy that? She watched as he waved for another drink. He'd barely touched it when the three hags perched on his other side started fighting again. When he turned and told them to get out, or shut up, she slipped a pinch of powder into his mug. He turned back and sipped it.

There was a tense pause, before he turned those horrid silver eyes back to her. "That wasn't very nice, Princess." His voice had changed, this time sounding exactly like the Garo Master's. She swallowed and looked at her own drink, wondering if someone had slipped something of their own into it when she wasn't looking. He opened his mouth again, and this time he brother's silken drawl dripped out. "You have no class, do you? Poison? Really?" He took a slow, deliberate sip from the poisoned glass before whispering in his own bitter tones, "You little bitch."

That was the last straw. With as much dignity as she could muster, Majora shot to her feet, slapped him, and ran from the bar. His low laughter seemed to follow her down the street. Stopping behind the clock tower, Majora felt tears well up in her eyes. No! I won't cry! I'm not ever crying again! She closed her eyes, and pictured how she'd kill the man who'd humiliated her. He could stab him through the chest with a sword, pin him underwater until he drowned, have him hung, take off his head…

Opening her eyes, the Ikana princess was surprised to see the three hags from the bar waddling past her. The grey and white ones were fighting over a bag, but the black one paused and looked at her. "You can't kill him, you know," she croaked, "Hurt him, but not kill him. If I were you, I'd forget about this whole fiasco. He will."

"If he didn't mean it," Majora snapped, "then why would he say those awful things?"

The small woman chortled. "He lost a bet. You'd think he'd have learned by now not to bet against us, but then, brains aren't his strong point. And Oni's just a mean drunk." Majora's eyes widened at the name, but the hag didn't seem to notice. The three waddled towards North Clock Town, but paused. The black one turned back to her with a three-toothed smile. "Oh, by the way, we forgot to congratulate you! Welcome to the club, Demon of Chaos!" They moved on, cackling to themselves, leaving Majora to stand there with the last shocked face she'd ever wear as the last of her mortality ebbed away.

In cae you couldn't figure it out, this corrosponds with my pic "When She Snapped," and takes place right after Majora basically massacres her entire tribe. Just shows how messed up she is, doesn't it, that she washed up and went out for a celebratory drink? And without her mortality, she just got worse and worse for the next few thousand years... I'm not sure if I should feel bad for her or spit on her empty grave.

Please R&R