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You were out in Faron Woods, on a trip with Link. You hated him and he hated you. You would never do what Link told you to do, and you would tease him a lot, calling him a 'green elf' and other ridiculous names. You were both from Skyloft, though Headmaster Geapora sent you two to find some rare items. Link would tell you where to look, but you didn't care. You were too busy cutting off the heads of Deku Babas with your own sword. Link would always get irritated if you could kill something on your own. He would always stand in front of you and say "I can do it myself. You loathed him. He would never let you do anything fun. What he didn't

"Everyone is alone, [Last]-san." How could you say these words held no truth? It was no form of bribery. He simply spoke what was true, and left. He left you there, flustered, sputtering, and unable to retort. And most of all, it left you with a sense of frustration. He placed a spark within your mind, and left it to grow. When the timing was right, he even tended to the flame - carefully placing his ideals and words to fuel the ever growing fire. That burnt you to the point you were driven to track him down. Everything had been a blur up until now. Your job, your life, even your hue; it felt as if everything was clouded. You could only s

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uELhJmYq2i0 Please listen while you read!) “And thus concludes our tale of Beauty and the Beast...” The book closed with a soft tick, and he leaned against his arms with a sigh. A ruffle of his snowy hair, a clearing of his throat, he smiled at you gently before placing a hand on your head, carefully cradled in his lap. You glanced up at him. “Read it to me again, Makishima,” you said almost in a whisper. A quiet, airy chuckle seeped through his lips as he swiftly brushed away loose strands of your hair. “Really now,” he replied. “Again? Are you not weary of his

Chapter 9 – Castle Town Dance “No, no!” You jumped up, running over to the horse. “Release him!” “OW!” Romano had slipped out of his boot and scurried away quickly before the horse could catch him again. “Whoa!” The horse lunged at him, but you jumped in his way, stopping him in his tracks. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy boy, easy, calm down.” The horse calmed down and looked at you with his piercing blue eyes. “Easy boy. Easy. That's it. Now sit. Sit.” He gave you a look as if to say, ‘Are you freaking kidding me?’, but you smiled and urged him on.

Chapter 5 – Be Our Guest The door creaks a little, as you emerge from the room. You quickly walk past a curtain-covered window, heading to the kitchen. Walking downstairs, you search for a door or maybe even a sign that would lead to the kitchen. You smelt some food and headed in that direction. You entered what you guessed was to be the kitchen, interrupting a conversation between Arthur and Elizabeta. “Splendid to see you out and about, dear. I am Arthur, head of the household.” He reaches out his wooden hand and you put your hand in his. He was about to kiss it in respect, when a certain French candlestick butted in