Link pov.
"Hey Dark, can we talk a bit after class?" I ask finishing my part of a project.
"Sure, what do you need?" He tells my while taking my paper. The school is still required to get a certain amount of work and tests in by June. Even if two students have just been brutally murdered in the park they been encouraging us to go to since the first day we go.
No one knows how to go about it. For a few reasons:
A) This is the same kid who was attacked in the bathroom.
B) An entire tree was snapped in half by something throwing Majora into it. While he was still alive!
C) Zero fingerprints.
D) Zero DNA other than animal and the victims.
E) The police call. And Majora was diagnosed with severe schizophrenia.So there has been a few theories floating around about it. Some believe the school is haunted by the kid who killed himself in the bathroom and hated them for some reasons. Even if it would hate Vaati for his connection to Ganondorf. But why the fuck would it go after Majora, who was kind, caring, bullied and mentally disabled. So very few know shit about it and don't care to.
The bell rings, everyone packs leaving in a hurry. I wait still packing up just slower than them. Me and Dark go outside just off the school property. "So what do you want to talk about?" He asks sitting down leaning against the fence.
"It's just I don't know what to do anymore. Since I was seven my mother has made me the main caretaker of Green, as she honestly regrets having kids. But he's spending all his time with his boyfriends. So I don't know who to turn to..." I sigh joining him.
"I can be there for you..." he rubs my back moving closer to me.
"Thanks but I want to be more than friends..." I mumble hoping he didn't hear.
"Link..." he gently grabs my chin making me face him. I blush closing my eyes as he kisses me.
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