Rules are meant to be broken   von Lluvia
                                 (Darks life)
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                         Rules are meant to be broken
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Dark stretched lazily. He had just  taken a short nap at some very comfy patch
of grass on Hyrule Field, the sun  was shining and it was beautiful weather in
general. A typical summer day in Hyrule,  he’d say.
Not that he knew, honestly, he was living  here for… about two seasons now.
Yes, two seasons ago – about half a  year after Link became the ‘Hero of
Time’ for everyone after defeating Ganondorf  – people remembered to check
the temples for survivors or anything.
He had been one of them.
Really now, he had never truly  wanted to kill Link. Sure, he had  tried to,
because he did not want to end up getting tortured to death by  Ganondorf
instead, but still… it was way easier to surrender this way. That is,  after
the hero overcame his shock of him being alive and peaceful and telling  him
that the fucking Gerudo was finally dead.
And because of that – at least, he assumed  so – he wasn’t simply killed
that day. Instead, the princess herself showed up (okay,  fine, Link brought him
to the castle…) and in the end, she made ten major rules  he had to follow all
the time. Otherwise the royal guards would off him.
Dark yawned and finally stood up,  making his way back to Lake Hylia, where his
current home laid. And while he  walked at quite a leisure pace, enjoying the
nature around, he began  remembering these rules, Zelda had made up for him.
“Abide by the law of Hyrule!” 
Well… of course he’d do that –  mostly – because the law actually was
quite fine. And yes, he had read it, surprisingly. (Okay… maybe  he was forced
to do so, but he did nonetheless!)
“Do not return to the water temple!”
And that rule had just been plain stupid. He had been kept there by  Ganondorf
for more than seven fucking years, he would never return there willingly.
“Report back to me every weekend!”
Chuckling slightly, he finally  entered the passage to Lake Hylia. He knew that
rule had something to do with  safety, so that he wasn’t able to surprisingly
vanish and… do whatever without  being noticed (not that he wasn’t able to
do so anyway) but he just loved these little reports. He had made  it his hobby
to annoy the princess, especially with things she could not punish  him for, but
hated anyway. It was just too funny!
“You will live with Link at Lake  Hylia!”
He did not know how she came up with  that – maybe she thought that Link was
able to deal with him if he did stupid  stuff? – and actually he didn’t even
think of it as a rule. It was more like a  sweet coincidence, as he had also
never hated Link. Ganondorf, yes, but Link  had never done anything to him
except for while defending himself. And over the  past months he had grown
quite… close to the green clad hero, who was a pretty awesome  guy, really.
“You are not allowed to carry any weapons!”
Yes, he had actually pouted at that.  He still sometimes did as he mourned the
loss of his really great sword, the  perfect, dark copy of the master sword in
appearance. (Though if asked he would  vehemently deny anything like that. He
would merely be ‘angry’.) Instead, he  had several hidden daggers with him.
One never knew when they were needed and  Dark surely did not want to be 
monster-food because he had nothing to defend himself with. Thankfully, most 
people – including the royal guards – were stupid enough not to notice.
“Don’t leave the house after nightfall!”
By now, the rules seemed to get  ridiculous. Even if he ignored the fact that he
had ‘no weapons’ to fight with…  ‘Not going out at night’? How old was
he, four? No, he was a healthy nineteen,  thank you very much!
Anyway, Links house was finally  near.
“Do not leave Lake Hylia  unsupervised!”
He grinned to himself as he slammed  the door open.
“I’m home!”
Only a few seconds later Link poked  his head out of the kitchen.
“You were out again, right?”
Of course, Link knew him better than  anyone else. And ‘out’ did not only 
mean ‘out of the house’ right now.
“I don’t know what you’re talking  about~”
Dark smirked as the blond rolled his  eyes, vanishing from the doorway.
“Listen to Link!”
“By the way, I told you not to slam  the doors anymore, Dark! They’re bound
to break soon if you keep doing that!”
Links voice sounded only slightly  quieter than before, as the white haired man
kicked the door shut again, before  taking his boots off. He then went into the
kitchen, smiling sweetly.
“I know, I’m sorry, I will remember  it the next time I’m coming home.”
Of course he’d not think about all that  again - until Link would reprimand
him again the next time.
They both knew, though, that Dark  wouldn’t listen. He never did. Not as long
as he couldn’t see a valid reason in  doing so. And as he found Links angry
face incredibly cute, he could not.
“Don’t harass other people!”
Now that he stood in the kitchen, he  slyly put his arms around the waist of the
blond – the hero stood in front of the  stove, looking slightly concentrated
but quite good with his apron, while  stirring in a pot with some kind of sauce
– placing his chin on Links shoulder.
The man stiffened.
“Dark… I’m in the middle of making  dinner right now, can’t you see?”
Said man smirked again, looking  straight at him.
“Oh, I can see, though I’m not sure it’s the same dinner you had in
mind.”
Link blushed slightly.
“Dark! You pervert…”
“Pervert? Me? I was just thinking about going somewhere nice, a restaurant
maybe.  What did you thought I meant?”
Now Links blush deepened, as he  slapped his counterpart halfheartedly on the
arm, who whined nonetheless.
“Heey…!”
“…Idiot.”
“Hands off of Link!”
“Just for you, darling~”
Dark easily pried Links hand from  the spoon he was stirring with, doing it
himself instead, before spinning the  hero single-handedly around, trapping him
effectively between the stove and his  dark copy.
“Oh come on now, I’m cooking…”
The protest was nothing more than a  weak mumble, he probably knew for himself
that it would be in vain anyway.
“Stirring isn’t that hard, honey~”
Using one hand to continue doing  just that, Dark let his other hand caress
Links cheek, his smirk fading into a  true smile - which was solely reserved for
the hero of time – before he  captured the blond’s lips with his own,
kissing his lover deeply.
Because really: He didn’t do ‘living  his life according to strict rules’.
He was a free man, doing whatever he  wanted and only listening to rules he
found fitting. Except maybe if Link convinced him what to find fitting, but 
that was another story…
And honestly: The proverb ‘Rules are  meant to be broken:’ had not been
invented for nothing, had it?
Needless to say, that the sauce  ended up being burned quite badly, leading to a
small fight and hot makeup sex.
Not that Zelda needed to know any  of that.

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