Parallels (Link x Reader)

Unclear Origins: A Memory

A/N: I fixed up some old chapters, if you'd like to reread them! This memory is of Y/n, from her perspective.

Class was boring. It always was, always will be. I am blessed enough to have a teacher with such a soothing voice that could lull me to sleep, but also cursed with the inability to remain dormant the entirety of the lectures. I could only hope the sparring club is still open today. Maybe even the gaming club. Though I suppose I never understood why it's named that, considering most of us were avoiding going home to our monotonous lives.

"Dismissed! Remember, tutoring classes are open this evening as well as Wednesdays!" My teacher reminded us, as she does every class after reminding the 5 students in the front that they are falling.

"What are we even going to do with this information in our real lives? We learned what we needed to know already."

" Well, Zion, it isn't needed in the real world. But you need to graduate to not be seen as an idiot to employers, so at least try to pass."

" Fair point, Miss Blithely. See ya!"

They amuse me, but that reminds me of a longing I have. Do I belong in such a time? I relish the thought of forested livelihood. I train with my blade, knowing nothing will require such skills here. Not to mention that oddly perfect triangle of a scar on my palm.

"Y/N! Show us that sword trick again in club!" Ollie exclaims, startling me out my stupor. He's rather tall, easily a solid 6 inches taller than I. He has freckles splattered against his face, apple red wavy stands falling from his face with equally cherried eyes. His skin was no darker then an expresso. All of what can be described as conventionally attractive. Actually, his hair used to be platinum white, but he found himself quite ashamed of the look despite everyone loving it which prompted him to dye it. He was always doting on me, despite my clear older age.

"You want to be in another web of blades so soon?"

"O-Of course not! But we have new recruits today who want to learn your style, as it's rare to find a woman kicking ass with two swords!"

"Fair, let us be off." I began my short trip to the club room, with Ollie close on my metaphorical tail. A hand snakes its way to my shoulder.

"You're doing it again, Y/N."

"Pardon?"

"You're speaking like you live in the past, or like royalty. I can't decide which is worse." I hadn't thought of such a dreadful thought, but I remember my English professor saying much the same.

"Ah, I'm sorry. I'm still unsure why I speak so formally, but I'll do my best to speak... normally, I guess?" Instead of a bewildered face, I turn to see Ollie in his own reverie. Tapping his shoulder brings him back to the present.

"Im sorry, pri-" He alters his stiff posture to a calmer position, " probably the best idea for now. We don't want the newbies thinking you're a loser who thinks they are in an anime."

I offer him my best smile, remembering that this has been the fourth time this week he's almost called me princess. "If you don't let them see you as knightly as you are to me." We had made our way to the room, and I begin to meditate while Ollie likely stands nearby as he typically does.

"Hey, are ya the leader of-" I open my eyes to see Zion stood before me, shocked to see me in the club room. "Oh shit, I didn't expect for it to be you!"

Ollie, who was silent until this moment, steps forward. "Don't you dare..." his voice fades out as he silently speaks to Zion, who is comically smaller than him.

"Oh shush, you're only upset because sir 6 foot isn't the only guy in the club with Y/n." Zion retorts rather loudly.

"I'd prefer if you saved your quickness to attack for the blade you will wield. You are aware of the requirements to join, yes?" I snap, rising from my meditative sitting. Zion only nods, oddly eager to start.

"Hand me our wooden blades and we'll see what he is capable of, Teach." Ollie states, with half plus the determination he normally has. I oblige, tossing them the proper safety equipment needed.

"I may not be good with these classes but I'm damn good with a blade, milady." Zion boasts, moments before Ollie strikes with power he typically reserved for us training. Normally, I would stop him but Zion seems to hold his own rather well. Needless to say, Im impressed. He still struggles against Ollie's force, but uses his smaller build to avoid taking all the impact. After that, Ollie backs off only to be pushed back by a quick roll and hit to the back of his knee.

Not bad, new kid. Not bad.

"Zion, Ollie, cease." My words seemed to paralyze them, because they froze in their offensive stances as I spoke. Zion grins, reaching his hand to Ollie who takes it. They both share a nod and mutual fond smiles.

"You're in. Let's begin."

We continued for 2 hours before a lengthy conversation between Zion and Ollie that I was not part of. I only returned to my meditation while the faint rumbling of their vocal chords drifted into my ears. Eventually they came back, with Zion asking to take me to a cafe. I obliged on the terms that he'd tell me about himself.

About 30 minutes later, we arrive at a petite tea shop. His hair is jagged and long, going to his center back, as his hair is blonde. His ears are adorned with several red earrings, that compliment the slight red eyeliner barely visible on the bottom of his eyes. Those eyes of his are piercingly blue, with a slight green emanating from them. I remember that he's a transfer that seemed to be too odd to be born anywhere near here, especially with such skills around a blade.

I decided to get the question out the way. "How come you're so well spoken and decent with the blade yet so bad at school? Where did you transfer from?"

Only slightly taken aback he chuckles, his voice silky but deep. "In due time, princess. I can at least say I've held a blade as long as I could stand. Why not tell me why you excel at swordplay despite only practicing Tuesdays after school?"

I didn't know that he knew my schedule so well. Oh well. "I hate to disappoint, but I simply have a knack for this kind of thing." I leaned forward on the small oak table, "And watch who you're calling princess, would you?"

He leaned to the point I could feel the caress of his breath on my cheeks, and takes up my scarred hand in his oddly calloused ones."Then do better at keeping up that student act, princess."

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