Not Just My Enemy.

Chapter 12

My eyes opened slowly, bright sunlight peering through the window. It took me a long while to realize where I was. I pulled my arm back, as it had been draped over the snoring hero next to me. I curled at the edge of the bed, watching him sleep while trying to hide the red on my face. I could of swore I did what I could not to disrupt or touch him during his sleep, but I guess I failed that one.

I wish I could just dissapear and not face the awkward consequences of last night. In theory I could, but that would likely just wake another problem I didnt quite want to deal with.

Instead, I snaked my way out of his bed and back downstairs, I could do something nice in return for his kindness, make a breakfast or something. But I'm a terrible cook, and I don't quite believe he'd want to wake up to the smell of smoke and the flavor of char.

In the meantime of him being asleep I decided to try my hand the best I could at cleaning up. It wasn't much and I didnt know where most things went, but it was something at least. I knew I'd have to make my way home today, which is why I couldn't be happier when Link made his way downstairs, distracting me from my thoughts.

Link was still a mess, hair sticking in every direction, one pant leg rolled up and shirt all twisted and wrong. I couldn't help but smile, it looked good on him, in an odd unexplainable way.

"G'morning Link!" I called, throwing the paper towel I'd been holding away.

He yawned and stretched his arms, slowly making his way into the kitchen to pull out cereal. "Mornin'. What's the plan today? He asked, making is both a bowl.

I could have made that for breakfast without messing it up, damn.

Then again it would have gotten soggy so never mind.

"I'm actually heading to see M.S." I admitted, taking a slow bite from the bowl he'd passed me. Link nodded, the smile he put on clearly sympathetic.

"Just stay safe and keep up with your medicine and meditation and whatnot. You've been doing good and it would be hell if that ass took it all from you."

If I'm honest, I hate when he's right. This is going to be hellfire.

We finished up our food with small conversations before I cleaned up my bowl and went into the livingroom, pulling on my boots and hat. I looked like a fucking mess but it suited the current mood, and myself in general.

I waved Link a goodbye and started the walk over to M.S.'s shop. He'd inevitably be there, the old man spent most of his like in the damn shop.

I pushed into the shop, only to see M.S. bright smile drop into an agitated grimace.

I guess I came at the wrong time, the shop was empty so he didn't have to keep up his act. Also meant there wasnt any time for his anger to cool off before we talked. Great.

He stepped from behind the counter to approach me, thin boney fingers pointed at my chest as he poked me back. "And where in the hell have you been?! You went to that stupid hospital only to come back and totally disappear? Where have you been? Link's, right? You're supposed to be trying to kill him not move in, have you gone brain dead, Bennett? Worked so hard for what, have some random tell you you're sick rather than help you complete your goal?"

His blood was boiling to the point I could see the red spread across his entire face. His angry rambling went on and I couldn't exactly bring myself to feel bad or listen. He was annoying, not to mention controlling. It wasn't even like it was his goal or affected him in any way other than probably erasing us all in the finale game over.

I didnt listen to his rant, but maybe I should have because he ended it off with, "Know what? You're grounded."

"I'm what? What the fuck? I'm sixteen, dead, and don't fucking belong to you. Catch me with some dumb shit." I replied, getting a little beyond pissed. I could feel my heart start to race and had to force back the darkness that was trying to cloud my eyes.

"I said what I said. Get home. I expect to see you in your room when I get off work, and if I dont you wont like the consequences."

It was too late, my eyes were dark red and threatening to bleed. My eyes darted to the back of the shop, where Skull Kid sat; looking fairly terrified.

I flipped them both off before walking out of the shop.

I went right back to Links house as fast as I could. He was just standing in the kitchen, tinkering with some arrows when I ran up to him.

I guess I didnt realize how much blood I had been crying, because he immediately looked worried before the realization that the blood was mine hit him.

"Ben? What happened?" He questioned, tossing his project onto the counter to grab my arms and double check I wasnt actually wounded.

It felt shocking, yet comforting. He actually cared if I was hurt or not.

"Nothing. I uh, I'm gonna be gone for a while Link." I started, pulling myself a away some, as much as I didnt want to. "M.S. is pissed about actually everything. Said I'm grounded, and honestly im afraid to know what the repercussion of getting in more shit with him could be." I admitted.

Link looked pissed off, and I'm glad that type of aggression wasn't pointed at me this time. If looks could kill he'd had it.

He started to mumble angry threats and profanities, I took a step forward and hugged him. It made me feel guilty, even if this time it was out of my control. "I'll still visit you, whenever I get the chance. Keep you updated. Promise."

I stepped away and gave him a sad smile before glitching away back into my bedroom.

The lights were off and the room was dusty; it really had been a while since I'd been in here. I switched the lights on and turned to my television, N64 hooked up to it. It wouldn't turn on, it didn't do anything. Which made sense considering I'm inside of it, I guess.

Nothing made sense anymore.

Other than that I had my bed and a dresser, that was about it. Most of my clothes I had stashed away at Links house by this point so the dresser was empty anyways. I did have my sword here, but I didn't have much use for it.

I plopped myself onto my bed, sighing. I really wanted to take Link out to Hyrule this week. I pulled a cigarette out from the last pack I had and took a long drag.

Who knows what would happen if I didn't comply with M.S's bullshit? They always seem to know more and be one step ahead of everything going on. It was pretty scary at times, and the last think I needed was him to reset the game or something crazy to ruin everything I've worked for this reset.

It's like he's always there to try and push the narrative he wants to happen. And I'm tired of it.

But for now, I closed my eyes and put out the half smoked cigarette. Nothings going to change right yet, and I'm tired.