Legend Of Zelda Fan Fiction ❯ High School Links ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

AN: I started this right after the last chapter, so it's still late, and I just realized that instead of getting up every half an hour to restart the CD I'm listening too, I can just turn on the radio. Hmm... Apparently sleep is good for proper brain function. I must make a note of that somewhere. Oh wait...

Warning: Here's where things start to get interesting...

It had been a month since school started, and everything was going great! Red was doing well in all his classes, Blue absolutely loved his lunches, and the two of them had been hanging out far more often. Vio, it appeared, still hadn't forgiven Shadow for 'not making contact with him in two years', and refused to talk to him. However the darker boy had been mumbling non-stop about some ingenious plan that was sure to win him over.

Red hummed as he walked through the hallway. He was in such a good mood. Nothing could break it. At least until he bumped into someone. He stumbled back as the other turned on him. "Hey! Watch where your going brat!" Red shyly muttered a frantic apology upon realizing it was Ganondorf, the senior football quarterback. A big, bully type, with dark skin, red-orange hair, and quite intimidating. His green eyes narrowed angrily, clearly not pleased with his response. "What! You think you can just run into me and not apologies! Think you're better than me!" He grabbed Red's shoulder, and shoved him against the lockers, making his posse chuckle.

Red winced as his shoulder bashed against the hard metal, but quickly steadied himself. "N-No." He stuttered. "I-I said I'm sorry." A small crowd had already gathered around the scene (1), but no one made a move to help him.

"Oh!" The senior snapped. "Now you're calling me a liar!" An 'ooh!' ran threw the crowd, so he pushed the boy again.

"No!" Red denied, looking almost confused. "I would never say that! I just meant that maybe you didn't hear me and-"

"Now you're insulting my hearing!?" Some asshole in the crowd began chanting for a fight, and the others quickly joined in. Ganondorf grinned looking around at the encourager, then down at his tiny opponent. "Sorry kid-" his expression looking anything but sorry. "-You hear them. You picked a bad day to be you." He drew back his fist. Red threw his arms over his head, knowing his attempt would be useless, and fearfully awaited the blow.

It didn't come.

Instead he heard a punch, and Ganondorf let out a howl of pain. Hesitantly, Red lowered his arms. Blue stood in front of him protectively, his stance showing that he was fully prepared to finish the fight if necessary. Ganondorf was clutching his nose, eyes closed tight in pain. The crowed was quiet, surprised by the sudden turn of events. Blue took advantage of the silence, to address the attacker. "Don't pick fights on people smaller than you."

Ganondorf scowled, but wasn't out just yet. He straightened up. "You mean: Don't pick on your girlfriend. Right?" Some of the crowd laughed.

Blue glared, ignoring the onlookers. "He's not a girl."

The redhead whistled. "You know that for sure?" He smirked. "No wonder you two are always together. I've always thought you were a bit... queer." The crowd was split between violent laughter, and girls shouting angrily about such accusations.

Blue stepped forward, fists balled tightly. It was surprising to see he was the same height as the senior. Red swallowed nervously. Blue was fast, but Ganondorf had more muscle, not to mention his followers standing right there. If it came to a fight... "Blue, wait!" Red said before Blue could do anything else. "Let's just go."

The older blond glanced over his shoulder at the pleading in his voice, and then looked back angrily. "He insulted y-us! I'm not going to let him get away with that!"

"W-What will the couch say?" Red asked trying to think of something he'd be concerned about. "You're going to get in trouble if you fight."

"Yeah!" Ganondorf sneered. "Listen to your girlfriend."

"That's it!" Blue snapped, going to hit him.

"Blue please!"

He stopped. "You..." he said, after a second, glaring at Ganondorf. "Are so lucky." He grabbed Red's arm, and pulled him down the hall.

"Oh yeah! Run away!" Ganondorf yelled. "You and your girlfriend! I could eat you both for breakfast! Grrrr!" He glared around at the crowd. "What the hell are you staring at? Get the hell out of here!"

Blue frowned once they were far enough away. "You should have just let me take him out. This is going to cause some kind of problem."

"I'm sorry..." Red muttered. He wasn't sorry Blue had stopped, because if he'd gotten hurt Red would never forgive himself. He was sorry for causing further trouble.

Blue looked at him, then away. "Jeez. Don't apologies. It's not your fault. At least I don't think so."

"It-Oh no!" He stopped horrified, and quickly removed his backpack.

"What's wrong?" Blue asked, alarmed by Red sudden panic.

Red opened his backpack, and then closed it, close to tears. "I'm sorry Blue. I put your lunch in my bag this morning. The box must have broken when I was pushed against the lockers..."

"He pushed you against the lockers?" Blue exclaimed, unconcerned about the food. "Are you ok? What else did he do?" He grabbed Reds shoulders lightly, not wanting to hurt him if he was injured.

"I... I'm fine..." He said, blushing. "I'm stronger than you think... Don't worry about me."

Blue scoffed. "Clearly I need to worry about you. Look at the situation you just got yourself in!" He frowned when Red didn't answer. "Now tell me what else he did. I'm not going to start a fight now, I just walked out on one."

Red sighed, not honestly wanting to answer, but relieved he wasn't going to do something foolish. "He shoved me... twice. That's all, really."

"How?"

"Well... at first, he pushed my shoulder... because I wasn't facing him fully. The second time he pushed my chest." Blue told him to be more specific, so Red grabbed his hand and pressed them to his chest in demonstration. "Here."

Blue's eyes darkened. "He touched you here?" Red nodded, and Blue immediately stared back the way they came. "I will so end him!"

Red grabbed his arm. "Blue! It's so sweet that you're angry about this, but I don't want anything to happen to you. Please don't go looking for trouble." His eyes watered again with worry.

Blue flinched. "Don't cry Red! Fine, fine! I wont do it, ok?"

Red sniffed. "Promise?"

"Promise."

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"Shadow. Your grades are unacceptable. I don't know if you're having a hard time or just not trying... Shadow!" The principal snapped at the daydreaming boy.

"Huh?" Shadow blinked. "Oh-I'm trying, really."

She huffed. "I have no choice but to assign you a tutor. You're lucky one young man has already volunteered a huge portion of his free time to help out anyone who needs it."

Shadow grinned, a sly look in his eyes. "Yes... aren't I lucky."

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Cooking Club was a lot more fun... when every one in the room wasn't giving you the death glare. Red pouted as he stirred together all the ingredients, and spooned it onto the tray. He'd caused Blue's lunch to end up broken, so he was making a batch of cookies to make it up to him. He slid the tray into the oven, and set the timer.

As he did that, the club president approached him. Her eyes fluttered judgmentally over the supplies he'd used to cook. "Who are the cookies for Red?"

He blushed, and then shook his head. "They're a gift. Why?"

"Oh. No reason." She grabbed his shoulders. "Red. You've been spending a whole lot of time with Blue, the basketball player." He eyes narrowed. "And with all those rumors going around that you and Blue are more than just friends, I have too-"

Red flushed, uncharacteristically angry. How dare someone say that about Blue! He did kind of wish it was true, but he wasn't about to let people make stuff up about Blue! "Well it's not true!" He said, loudly. "Who started this?"

She looked almost taken aback by his raised voice, and then grinned. "It's a lie then. Good! I don't know who made it up, but it's all everyone's talking about." She placed her hands on her hips. "Glad I don't have to kick you out, Red. Hate to lose such a good cook."

He pondered her words till the cookies were done, then put them all in a nice little bag with a blue ribbon. "Bye!" He said to the others. "See you next time." He hurried to the gym. Club activity's lasted about as long as sports practice, so Red wanted to make sure he got there before Blue left. There weren't to many people in the halls, but those who were all gave him strange looks and whispered to their friends. Red ignored them.

Practice was still going on when he reached the gym, so he waited in the locker room, not wanting to distract him. He put his stuff down on a bench near Blue's locker, and then waited for him by the door. After a few minutes, the door opened and three players walked in, sadly none of them Blue. They almost ignored him... till one of them said "Hey. Aren't you that kid who's always sniffing around Blue?"

The other two looked over at him, while he blushed. "Yeah... That kid who always brings him lunches."

"The kid who makes him stop practice to talk to him."

Red flushed, though it didn't occur to him to point out he never made Blue do anything. "I... I didn't mean too-" He began.

The first boy nudged the third one in the ribs. "Well of course he'd stop it. After all, he needs to spend time with his lover." He dragged out the last word in a mocking tone.

"Blue and I aren't-!" Red tried to argue quickly.

"You know, it's too bad you're a boy." The second one pointed out, interrupting him. "You're kind of cute."

The third one stepped closer, taking a good look at him. "Hmmm. I wonder if that's why Blue doesn't mind you." He smirked. "Or maybe it's some other reason. Got experience or something?"

The question flew right over Red's head, and he regarded him with a clueless look. "Um..."

"Hey!" The first one exclaimed, also advancing on him. "I've got an idea. Why don't you make me lunch too. I'll make sure to treat you nice."

"Yeah, yeah. Me too!" The third one agreed. "I want in!"

Red backed up when they got to close, bumping into the wall. He was becoming kind of nervous, and still had no clue what they were talking about. "I don't think so... s-sorry, but making four lunches every day would take a lot of time and ingredients and-"

The first one scoffed. "Then lets skip the food part and go straight to the part where you make us feel good."

Red looked at them blankly, and then by pure luck did their meaning dawn on him. He blushed so hard the tips of his pointed ears were scarlet. "Oh Farore! No, no, no, no, no! No! I don't- I'm not- I ca- N-N-N-No!"

With a scowl the first boy stepped even closer. "Why the hell not!?" Red tried too move to the side, but found both ways blocked by the other companions. "Well! Answer me!" He seemed overly pissed for the situation, clearly taking out his bottled anger from some earlier event, on the poor boy.

Red swallowed, terrified of the taller boy. "I... I-I-I... don't..." He felt his throat constricted, as he tried to come up with the right words.

"You don't what?" He glared. "Don't want too? Are we not good enough for you?" Red stared, once again confused. "Only want the 'star' of the team." His expression turned to an evil smirk, as he looked at his friends. "This kid thinks he's better than us... Why don't we teach him a lesson?"

The other two smirked back, and then each grabbed one of Red's wrists. "Not normally my type of thing." The second one muttered. "But why not?"

Red frantically looked at each of them, attempting to pull his arms free. "W-What are you-?"

The first one grabbed his chin, making him look up. "Now, now... don't fight. You don't want this lesson to get painful do you?" His free hand casually tugged down the zipped on Red's jacket.

"And don't bother yelling. This room is sound proof." The third one said, still wearing a smirk.

Regardless of the threat, Red began struggling against his captors. "L-Let me go! Please! I-I didn't mean to make you angry of anything! Ple-OW!" His eyes closed tight as the two holding his wrists, twisted them hard.

"You're just going to get hurt if you struggle." The first one reminded him, with a sick smile. "Just sit still, and shut up." He began unbuttoning Red's shirt.

"No!" He yelled, horrified. "Let go!" He swung his leg out in a kick, but his attacker anticipated it, and caught him.

"Stop that! You're pissing me off!" He finished the buttons, and began groping his chest.

The touch made Red feel sick, and tears spilled down his cheeks. "No! Don't touch me! Please! Please stop!"

There was a soft click as the door opened, and a creak as it was thrown open wide, banging in to the wall. "WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?"

The three boys let their prisoner go, and backed up quickly. Red fell to his knees at the sudden freedom, still shaking with fear. Instincts kicked in immediately, and he got to his feet, determined to as far away from the threat as quickly as possible. He looked to his savor, and relief flooded through him. Without hesitation, he ran over and threw himself in Blue's arms, sobbing against his chest.

Blood boiling Blue gave the others a glare that just promised a slow and very painful, death. They gulped, then bolted, harming each other in their haste. Blue scowled, resisting the urge to chase after them and pummel them till not even their parents would recognize them. But he had more pressing matters... matters currently soaking his shirt. He gazed down at the shaking boy, trying to think of something to say. "...Err... are you ok?" God that was a stupid question!

The concern in his voice warmed Red thoroughly. He nodded, despite the fact that it wasn't completely accurate. "I'm fine." He whispered, clinging tighter to his crush. "You came just in time."

Blue scowled. "That doesn't mean you're fine." He said. "I know they hurt you. Show me where." Hesitantly, Red dried his eyes, tugged up his sleeve, exposing his wrist. A dark bruise had already formed where his wrist had been twisted. "Damn." Blue swore, moving his arm to get a better look. "I will kill them! I'll kill all fucking three of them!"

Red flinched at his anger. "B-Blue... n-no. Look- it doesn't even hurt that much."

Blue grabbed his shoulders. "How the hell does that not hurt!" He snarled. "Are you defending them!?"

"No! No, I'm..." He looked down. "I don't want you to get in trouble..."

Blue glared at him for a moment before accepting his words as truth. "Red... Why are you here anyway?" He asked with a sigh.

Red blinked, having forgotten exactly why he was there. "I don't- Oh!" He smiled slightly, ran over to his stuff, and then came back with the bag of cookies. "Here. I made these for you. A sorry about lunch." He held out the bag hopefully.

Blue looked at the sweets, and groaned, guilt stirring in his stomach. "Red. Why didn't you just bring that into the gym?"

"I didn't want to interrupt you." He admitted cutely.

'Of course he didn't!' Blue thought. 'Damn it.' He took the bag. "Thanks. Next time just come into the gym no matter what we're doing, ok? Now fix your clothes and go catch the bus before it leaves."

Red began buttoning his shirt, but stopped when Blue grabbed the door handle to the gym. "Ah, wait Blue. Do you- I know it's a huge inconvenience, but do you think you could walk me to my bus? I-" He looked at the door his attackers had left by. "I don't really want to be alone just yet..."

Blue nodded. "I don't mind. Are your parents home?"

"No. They're never home till late."

Blue nodded again, and opened the door. "Couch! I'm going home!" He closed it without waiting for a response. "Grab your stuff, you're staying at my house tonight."

Ha-la-la! What could possibly happen there? Hehehe... its been over twenty four hours since I've last slept, but I'm in school, and moving around so my mood has improved a little... as you can tell by what I did too Red.

(1) Ya ever notice how fast those crowds form? I've seen one fight in my life and I swear, everyone was watching before it even began! o.O

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