Call Me Zelda Again... I Dare You! [Johnlock]

Holy fudgeballs, Skyward Sword!

Sherlock hates his parents. That is a fact that he will have engraved into his grave stone. 

He hates them for having this party. He hates them for inviting people into their home. He hates them for forcing him to socialise. He hates them for knowing the Watson family. And, most of all, he hates them for deciding that he'd want to be friend with John bloody Watson, the most arrogant douche in the universe. 

So when he lead the school's famous ladies man and football Captain into his bedroom, he directed him towards the TV where his three or four unused games consoles sat and then fell on his bed with the book he was currently reading. Grimm's fairy-tales, as suggested to him by his good friend and dance partner Jim Moriarty. 

 John murmurs something and Sherlock only hears the words "rich" and "spoiled" before the older boy begins to look through Sherlock's collection of games that, other than the brain teaser's for the DS, were all still sealed in the thin plastic on them when they're brought. 

Some time paces if quiet as John browses the multitude of games and Sherlock reads. Sherlock finds himself relaxing, thinking that John Watson wasn't too bad - at least he knew when to keep quiet. 

But, then.. "Holy fudgeballs, Skyward Sword! Finally, a good game!" 

Sherlock grits his teeth. Too good to be true, he should have known. 

"Make sure the volume is low" Sherlock mutters, going back to his book. 

John hums an agreement of some kind before he sets the TV up for the Wii and then puts the game in. Sherlock listens as the idiots mutters little comments to himself. So much for quiet. 

Sherlock gives up reading and moves over to the sofa that John sat on. 

John looks at him, shocked he was so close. 

"What?" Sherlock asks, immediately defensive. "With you muttering commentary, the chances of me enjoying the book is slim. I can't leave the room, mother would slaughter me. So I'm watching you play." 

John nods. "Er... All right, then."

Sherlock looks to the screen where a strange elf of some kind (Sherlock assumes he's an elf with those ears) is being woken by a large bird. Sherlock tries to figure out what's going on, above asking John for an explanation as he silently played. 

 The first thing John seems to be doing is manual labour for an old lady. Sherlock raises an eyebrow. Well, not exactly what he'd expected. 

"How can you think this game is a good pass time?" Sherlock asks John, eyes not leaving the screen as Link is given a gem worth '20 Rupees' which Sherlock guesses is the currency in the game. 

"The game is just starting, Sherlock, this is the part where it teaches the newbies how to do everything. Like now, I'm going to learn to dash from Professor Horwell" John answers, tone defensive as if Sherlock saying a single negative word against the game was as bad as Sherlock insulting John's mother. 

Sherlock glances at him and snorts. "It is so sad you know the characters and story line that well" 

"For all you know, I've played this recently and therefore remember because it wasn't that long ago I played" John counters, tapping buttons as he climbs onto the roof of the building to talk to the Professor. 

"Going by the way you were oh so happy to find the game, I'm going to go with the sad nerd idea" 

"Shut up, tinkle toes" John snorts a laugh. 

Sherlock punches him on the nose, not holding back. John groans and drops the Wii remote, clutching his nose and curling in on himself as if that could lower the pain somehow.