Fan Fiction ❯ You Make Me Crazy ❯ Nostalgia ( Chapter 29 )

“M-Master? What are you doing?” Malon asked nervously as the lusty Gerudo crept closer towards her.

 

“We've come a long way from childhood; we're adults now. But that doesn't mean we can't discuss our best memories like old ladies who chatter about their days as kids.”

 

“We can't live in the past, either!”

 

“I'm not asking to live in the past. I'm asking to relive it. I want a refresh on what I've forgotten after all these years.”

 

“I'm not comfortable with this…”

 

“How old are you now, Malon?”

 

“Thirty-five,” she answered.

 

“Then we've got a lot of catching up to do!” Master leapt towards Malon and began tearing at her clothes.

 

“Master, no! Stop! This is not appropriate!”

 

“I want to make love to you again like we did all those years ago!”

 

“Um…I have to get home! Really, I do!”

 

“You just got here. Don't leave yet!”

 

Malon, with all her might, threw Master off her body and gathered her clothes from across the room.

 

Master grabbed Malon by the waist and sent her colliding into the floor. She smiled and quickly rushed out of the cell, closing the bars behind her. She came back several minutes later with a small bottle. “Drink it.”

 

Malon began to sweat. Master, one of her best friends, began to remind her of Ivo. She wanted her to drink a strange potion.

 

“I said…DRINK IT!” she lay on top of Malon and coerced her to open her mouth. Oddly enough, she did not object. Why bother fighting Master when she was clearly of the strong Gerudo race? She was muscular for a woman. Malon would just have to be careful and try not to let the potion get the best of her…

 

“Why are you doing this?” Malon asked, feeling as if she was slightly drunk.

 

“To relive the past.”

 

“What is this stuff you made me drink?”

 

“It's beer. Very powerful, though. Not like regular beer you'd find in Kakariko. More like a special brand that I've been drinking every night since you were gone.”

 

Was Master, perhaps, drunk? This might be why she was acting this way. Well, whatever the case was, Malon would soon be acting just like her.

 

“Do you like it?”

 

Malon nodded. It did, in fact, taste quite good. Her mind was unable to concentrate, though, and she was giggling uncontrollably. So this was why Ivo liked getting drunk so much…

 

Master bashfully slid her fingers inside Malon, and let them dance wildly, while both women laughed drunkenly.

 

Malon nibbled on Master's ears and then made her tongue slither on her shoulders like a mischievous snake.

 

“Aren't you glad you came back?” Master asked, hiccupping.

 

“Y-yes.”

 

After many hours of caressing and making love, the powerful beverage began to wear off both of them.

 

“M-Master…t-thank you. That was just what I needed!”

 

“No. Thank you, hon.”

 

“Oh no! What time is it? I need to return home soon!”

 

Master nodded sadly and helped Malon to her feet. “I…apologize for any trouble I may have caused.”

 

She grinned. “No, don't be. If Ivo can get in this much trouble, then so can I! I don't have to be perfect, do I?”

 

“You're perfect just the way you are.” Master pulled Malon into a kiss, which lasted for minutes on end.

 

“I must be leaving now.”

 

“Will you…be back?”

 

Malon winked. “Sure thing, friend.”

 

Master smiled as she watched Malon gallop off in the sunset, returning to her true home. But why couldn't she just tell her the true feelings she had for her all these years? Was it the fact that Malon was probably straight? Or maybe because she had children and other things to deal with? Love is always a hard thing to admit to…

 

As Malon approached the ranch, she saw her firstborn daughter, Rose, sitting out by the tree, sobbing.

 

“Rose? Is something wrong?”

 

“N-no…everything's okay.”

 

“I'm your mother, sweetie. I want to help you. Now tell me what's wrong.”

 

“I…can't.”

 

“Please?”

 

Rose looked into her mothers eyes and sighed. “I'm pregnant.”

 

Malon remained silent, feeling shame and anger take over her mind.

 

“It was an accident!”

 

“Rose, what you did was wrong!”

 

“Mom, I'm sorry! I'm really, really sorry!”

 

Malon took another look at her beautiful seventeen-year-old daughter and saw…herself. It was as if history was repeating itself. The two of them were so similar in appearance. Rose had long, red hair and gentle blue eyes, just like her mother's. Now she was pregnant at seventeen, like Malon was.

 

“I'm very ashamed in you. But...I am willing to help you with your child if you need it. I was seventeen when I was pregnant with you, and I know that you must be very scared right now. Is this right?”

 

Rose nodded and wept harder as she was pulled into her mother's caring arms.

 

“You know, you remind me of myself when I was a kid. History sure does have a funny way of repeating itself…”