Between Timelines: A Legend of Zelda Fanfic

Chapter 7

 We stand, paralyzed, on the small rocky hill overlooking Hateno village.

"What do we do?" Sidon finally asks, "should we get the others and leave? Maybe go to Lurelin or Kakariko...?"

"No, not more traveling," groans Yunobo, "we just got here!"

"Yunobo's right," says Riju, to everyone's surprise, "we can't keep going like this, walking from village to village. We need food, beds, rest. We need information, so we can end this. This is our opportunity, while they're distracted."

Link nods, and points east, towards the Hateno lab.

"Smoke," he signs, "looks like someone's home. Maybe it's Purah."

"We could kidnap a Yiga person and force em' to tell us stuff," says Yunobo cheerfully.

"Hey, look down there," I say, pointing down toward the back of the dye shop, where a bunch of Yiga suits in different sizes are hanging on a drying line, "maybe we don't even need to kidnap anyone."

We sneak down the steep slope, staying in the shadows of the waning daylight, and somehow avoid being seen. We grab a bunch of the suits and head back to my house, the sounds of cheering and laughing fading a little as we shut the door behind us.

Yona looks up from where she's sitting on the floor while playing a board game, taking in our expressions, ranging from serious and stoic (Link) to a little giddy and excited about having just stolen the clothes (me and Riju).

"Is everything ok?" she asks, standing up, "what- why do you have a bunch of red bodysuits? Those aren't..." she trails off.

"Ready to be an official member of the Yiga Clan, Yona?" asks Sidon, who is very excited for the undercover mission.

We make the boys wait outside while we change, pulling on the tight but well made clothes. There were even some smaller suits that we managed to grab, so the little kids all get their own new outfit as well, even though they're a little long around their ankles and wrists.

When everyone has put on their Yiga Clan uniforms, we make up a ragtag group of foot soldiers, ranging all the way from Addison's tiny height to Yunobo's hulking form.

Because we don't really want the kids around actual Yiga if at all possible, we decide that most of the group should stay behind while only one or two people go to gather info about the Clan's Plans (Sidon kept saying that, over and over again). Link was automatically counted in, because of his experience fighting (in case something went wrong), not to mention that he was about the right size of a normal Yiga footsoldier. Yona, Sidon, and Yunobo were all deemed too tall, and so that left Riju and I as to who should go with Link.

Riju, of course, made the decision for me. Even though I could see Link's face take on a slightly frustrated expression, he didn't try to dissuade me from wanting to go.

In all the time I had known him, and he had been my personal knight, he had never once acted patronizing or stopped me from doing anything I wanted to; he was just there to help keep me safe if things went south. It was one of the many things I loved about him.

Wait. What was I thinking?! You don't love anything about him, Zelda, I thought. Sure, his small smiles were pretty cute, his deep blue eyes made me flush bright pink, and the muscles of his arms when he held his sword at ready made my insides fill with butterflies, but I didn't love him. Did I?

I really needed to focus on the task at hand, and not on the (maybe?) tiny little crush I was developing on him.

Rolling my eyes at a grinning Riju, I slide on my mask, grateful that it covers my blush, and head out the door behind Link.