#but when freya finally heads off on her search she almost never takes her mask off and always spares time to ask around for info on keika

[nobodieshero-main]

i didn't want to re-type all of this

[fatefulfaerie]

Hindsight

Yiga!Link for @skiewrites. I hope it’s what you had in mind!

Link leaned on a wall, picking at the skin of the yellow banana with a hungry gaze. No brown spots nor green coloration to betray his enjoyment, it was the closest thing the Yiga Clan considered to perfection.

He peeled the skin away, his stomach aching for it’s sweetness, it’s texture. One flap and then another, he could almost smell it.

Link closed his eyes to savor the delicious bite when,

“Link!” someone called out, Link’s eyes popping open.

He grumbled silent curses under his breath, a burly Blademaster approaching him with a scowl of disappointment.

“What are you doing?” The Blademaster asked. “Boss called for you twenty minutes ago.”

Link shrugged before taking a bite.

“I’ll get there,” he said, his mouth full of mashed banana.

The Blademaster suddenly grabbed Link by the white scarf that hung around his shoulders, the fabric fisted in his hand as he held him against the wall.

“Don’t you dare disrespect our boss,” the Blademaster said sharply. “Do not make him wait any longer.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll go,” Link said with a roll of his eyes.

The Blademaster let Link let go before sauntering off, Link watching him as he took another spiteful bite of his banana.

He scarfed it down before turning the corner, the wide open lair of Master Kogha something that no longer intimidated him.

Perhaps when he was younger he might have been intimidated, when the Yiga Clan recruited a young orphan with a miraculous talent for combat. They had practically raised him, teaching him everything from a contempt towards the Royal Family to a love for bananas.

“About time you showed up,” a voice said, Link stopping his casual stroll.

Master Kohga was on the other side of the gaping hole, lounging in a chair he designated his throne.

It looked as if he sat there all day, not once moving from the laziness of comfort. Link was always surprised at how physically fit he was. Surely an existence of sitting around and commanding others would warrant that fitness to deteriorate.

Perhaps that was his future.

“We’ve located the Princess,” the Master said, twirling a small Yiga knife with one hand.

“And you want me part of the retrieval team?”

“Yes.”

“With who?” Link asked. “Cado? Dorian? Freya?”

“No,” Kohga replied, the twirling knife now stopped at his hold. “Just you.”

“A...a mission,” Link said, trying to process it. “On my own? No shadowing or...errands...or observing?”

“Just you,” Kohga commanded. “We’ve located her royal highness in Kakariko visiting Impa. Bring the Princess back, dead or alive.”

“I...I don’t,” Link started.

“Feel comfortable?” Kohga suggested, looking to Link.

“No,” Link said with a furrowed brow.

Please, after all these years, this is what he’d been training for.

“I just don’t know why you’d trust me.”

Kohga sighed.

“Let’s put it this way,” he said, standing up. “If you fail, I’ll send someone else to get the job done.”

Kogha stretched his arms out to his sides, a red circular glyph appearing behind him.

“And kill you for good measure,” he finished, disappearing suddenly in a flume of red smoke.

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Link looked out at Kakariko Village, the lone clan member kneeling on a hillside.

Night had fallen upon Hyrule, and hence upon Kakariko. Only the stars in the night sky lit the kingdom, the moon barely a crescent when Link looked up.

It was near midnight, he ascertained, eyeing the twinkle of a shooting star, flying across the sky.

Link didn’t care for hopeless wishes, superstitions children dream of. He knew the world as cruel, so fantasy could only follow suit.

He looked back to Kakariko, Link noticing a flickering light in the second story of Impa’s abode.

“Candlelight, Your Highness,” Link mumbled. “It’s almost like you want me to catch you.”

Link leapt down off the cliff, landing softly on his feet. He barely made a noise as he tread through the grass. The only people out were Impa’s guards, two Sheikah that followed her every command like dogs, more animals than people.

He met his back to the wall of a store, looking around the corner at the two men with a smirk.

Link returned his back to the wall completely.

“Piece of cake,” he said.

He practically shot out from behind the store, with the full intention of attacking the guards before his momentum stalled with a thud, Link crumbling to the floor.

Link felt his anger and annoyance boil up when he noticed a pair of feet in front of him.

These complete idiots. Did they have any brain cells? Just walking around with no purpose.

Dumb Sheikah.

“Watch where you’re going,” Link said as he stood up, his spite clear in his voice. “You--”

He looked at his opponent and froze.

It was completely against anything he was ever taught, for him to just stand there in front of a Sheikah, no escape, not even a flinch to grab his weapon.

It was her eyes that captivated him, her emerald green eyes. He felt himself compelled to search them with his own, like there was something there hidden within them. Something he’d always wanted.

“Uhm…” He made out as he stared, completely taken off guard. He didn’t even consider that the trait was odd to see on a Sheikah.

Link shook his head trying to pull himself out of whatever just happened.

“You vile Sheikah!” He cursed, her green eyes wide.

She was small, dressed in that annoying dark blue, yet the fabrics were tight like his own. This Sheikah was female, but Link didn’t care. In his experience, the female warriors were just as ferocious, if not more so.

“I’ll kill you where you stand,” Link said, taking out his Vicious Sickle with the smallest flourishing twirl.

But the Sheikah only smirked, teasingly bringing a finger to the side of her chin.

“You could,” she said, Link taken aback.

He never faced someone who was this casual at the thought of death.

“But that would distract you from your main object.”

“How do you…?”

The Sheikah gave him a glare.

“The red getup,” she started. “Not your color, by the way.”

“Who said blue was yours,” Link retorted.

“The weapon,” she continued to list, despite Link’s interjection. “Although for some reason you don’t wear one of those ridiculous masks.”

“They’re stuffy.”

“You’re obviously a member of the Yiga Clan,” she ascertained. “Here to kill the Princess. Nice job so far, by the way.”

Calamity, she was annoying.

“If you weren’t in the way,” Link reasoned, exaggerating his syllables. “She’d be dead already.”

The Sheikah shrugged.

“Maybe.”

Link narrowed his eyes at her casual tone.

“You’re a Sheikah, why do you care so little about me killing the Princess?”

“You’re a Yiga, why haven’t you slaughtered me already?”

“I could...a-and I will...I’ll do it right now.”

“Okay,” the Sheikah said, not budging in the slightest.

“Ugh,” Link let out, starting to get really annoyed. He stepped forward.

“As you obviously know,” Link said. “I have important business, step aside.”

Link furrowed his brow at her stillness, attempting to side step her. Yet she only copied the action.

“Do you know who I am?!” Link exclaimed, frustratingly.

“You don’t know who I am,” she teased, as if her mystery gave her the advantage.

“I don’t care,” Link said playfully.

“Mmm,” the Sheikah continued to tease. “But you will.”

“What does that even mean?”

The Sheikah shook her head with disappointment.

“They say bananas are good for your head but...I think it works the opposite way.”

“Enough of this disrespect,” Link started. “The Yiga Clan is superior to the Sheikahs. We don’t coddle the Royal Family for their sins, we blame them. They deserve to have blood spilled, to see it and weep over it, to suffer like they’ve made us to.”

“Wow,” the Sheikah said with a little laugh. “They really got you brainwashed, huh?”

“B-brainwashed,” Link said. “What...what do you...”

“Your words are spiteful but your eyes...they tell a different story.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh,” she replied. “I know,”.

Who does this girl think she is?

Suddenly there was a loud noise from Impa’s house, shards of glass breaking, like a tray had been dropped with barely a thought.

“Look, I,” she started in earnest, coming in closer and whispering. “I won’t tell about you being here if you keep quiet that you ever saw me.”

“What’s your problem?” Link asked. “You on the run from something?”

“Aren’t you?” the Sheikah retorted before disappearing in a sudden flash of light, Link averting his eyes.

He looked around in confusion.

Finally, she was gone.

What a hassle.

“Impa, what is it?” One of the guards asked a panicked Impa, who ran down the stairs. Link immediately hid back behind the store, eavesdropping on their conversation.

“The Princess,” Impa said between panting breaths. “She’s missing.”

It all came together in Link’s head and came out as a sigh.

She only resembled a Sheikah.

“Damn it,” he whispered.