A/N: Okay, so I ended up forgetting that this thing even existed for the longest time XD but then some people (two, lawl) favorited it and I thought, "…oh, crap. I completely forgot about that story." So I found some time and finished it up. …this chapter. I'm pretty sure you should know who the two main characters are, but names will probably be divulged NEXT chapter. Once again I have no idea what I'm doing with this story, so try not to get too excited 8D;; sorry.

Beware of lameness and potential OOC. I'm not familiar with interpretations of Link's character. I apologize in advance :3;

I'd also like to thank the people that reviewed and favorited the story. I really appreciate it XD

Disclaimer thingy: I don't own Code Geass or The Legend of Zelda. I make no money off of this story. It's simply by a fan for the fans…namely my sister.

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Chapter Two: An Unexpected Rescue

The town surrounding Hyrule castle had always been a busy place. Even in times of danger and fear, it was bustling and full of people – perhaps even more so because it was considered a safe place. Guards always wandered the streets in groups and the walls seemed impenetrable to those that had no knowledge of inhuman powers. Now, perhaps a month after peace had returned to the land, the population hadn't changed.

The center of the town seemed to be the preferred place of residents and visitors alike, as the circular centerpiece was surrounded by shops, and usually had a direct route to any of the other streets.

It was good to see so many people, the true capacity of the town that he hadn't gotten to witness in all his times coming here. No longer were there faces wrought with fear and suspicion. People were good when times were good, but unfortunately they struck out in times of danger in fear of their own safety. He liked it this way better.

Not that he was one to enjoy crowds, mind you.

In fact he had taken refuge from the crowds in the small bar off on one of the side roads of Castle Town. There were fond memories of this place (and some not so fond, of course) and the owner, Miss Telma, always greeted him with a smile. Often times she gave him plenty of things on the house, so why would he turn down free sustenance? Sure he had saved everyone, but that didn't mean that everyone knew it had been him. Most people passed him without a second thought, and most of them charged their savior full price for goods. Not that he would go around saying he was a hero or anything.

But being a hero still didn't pay very much.

A warm meal and some fresh milk seemed very welcoming right now as he sat at a table with his arms behind his head, leaned back and glancing up at the ceiling. It would come when she was available. Getting things for free usually meant you had to wait for the paying customers.

Of course, he wasn't impatient. All he had to do was quietly enter the building, offer a smile in response to a boisterous greeting, then have a seat off to the side where he wouldn't bother anyone. Eventually he would have more food than he could eat in front of him without having to say a word or offer up a single rupee. With a deal like that, he could be incredibly patient.

There were more people than he was used to in the bar, so it probably meant he'd be waiting a while. But he didn't need to rush anywhere. In fact he didn't have much of anything to do anyway.

After defeating Zant and Ganondorf, what was left for him to do? First of all he wanted to rest a bit.

It wasn't easy to save the realms of both light and twilight and bring peace to both sides. Shouldn't he have the chance to enjoy that peace for a while? Sure he'd probably become restless and bored, but he'd deal with that when it happened. For now he was going to lounge at the bar in Castle Town and take advantage of free food.

Someone stepped near him, and at first he thought it might've been Telma, either with his food or apologizing for being too busy to serve him today (the latter of which would have disappointed him greatly). Instead it was the postman, leaning in close and peering at him with those odd, beady eyes. They stared at each other like that for a few minutes before he started to lean away from the nameless fellow. In response he was presented with a letter. As soon as the man had come he was off again, leaving him blinking dumbly and holding the envelope, not quite convinced that it was safe to touch…

When he glanced around the bar to see how Telma was doing, it seemed she was still a long way away from delivering him from his hunger, so he decided he might as well open the letter now. It might distract him from the complaints his abdomen was voicing.

The envelope and paper were both plain and off-white, nothing fancy or important looking. The handwriting was neat and the message not very long, and at first he wondered if it was just a greeting from one of the people he had grown familiar with over his travels. Maybe one of them wanted to see him again. It was a nice thought, considering it felt like most of them had completely forgotten his existence in favor of running a business in the new prosperous times, or simply living out their life without worrying any longer. That was the problem of being a hero. People only needed him around when there was trouble. Pushing away his bout of melancholy, he focused on the letter in front of him.

"We are eternally grateful for your incredible efforts in saving everyone. We can't possibly thank you enough. However we would like to request your assistance again, when you have the time. Come at your leisure."

The name signed at the bottom was "Renado", the priest he had become familiar with in Kakariko Village. Renado was a good guy, although the hero looked a little exasperated as he rubbed the back of his head. For a moment or two longer he continued to simply fiddle with the letter, turning it over in his hands, gloved fingers brushing along the surface absently, as he silently considered his options. Even if he didn't exactly like only being called up to help out with problems, he couldn't ignore a request for help. It wasn't in his nature. He was beginning to believe that it wasn't always a good thing to be so eager to help people out all the time. What was the word for it…? Gullible?

And yet he still stood and tucked the letter into his tunic. With footsteps reflecting the silence of his entry, he carefully navigated his way through the crowded bar towards the door. He must have been crazy to choose travelling over one of Telma's free meals, but it seemed like she still had a while to get to him anyway.

Just as he reached the door she seemed to notice he was taking his leave. She was a shrewd gal though and didn't believe for a second that he had grown impatient with her. "You leavin' honey? Some business come up? At least let me give you something for the road." Telma tended to talk plenty, while he barely said much at all. It had worked out fine, as she ended up either answering her own questions directed at him, or went ahead and did what she pleased without waiting for a response. He didn't mind; she was nice. There wasn't much of a reason to respond, but he made sure to offer her a grateful smile when she handed him a handkerchief with the corners tied together in a knot and the rest bulging awkwardly with its load. She gave him a hug that would have crushed any man weaker than himself, then winked and laughed flirtatiously as she bustled off to tend to some drunkard.

Honestly he had no idea why they acted like drunkards; Miss Telma only sold milk at her bar.

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Kakariko village wasn't exactly close to Hyrule Castle. Even with the help of his talented steed, it might take a few hours to get there. To many, the road would seem long and boring. It was a road he had traveled countless times in his movement back and forth between the town and city…and yet he still found himself easily able to enjoy it. There was something about being in the saddle on the strong back of his horse with the wind threatening to rip his hat right off his head. He was an adventurer through and through, it was a part of himself he couldn't be rid of even in these peaceful times. Maybe it had been hours – it probably had, actually, judging by the position of the sun – but it hadn't felt like it. After leading his horse into the village, he left her to drink by the light spirit's spring and went on to Renado's house.

It seemed he had come just in time for dinner. The priest offered him a smile and gestured for him to join them inside. While he had already made quick work of the bread and cheese packed into the handkerchief, he was definitely willing to accept more without much of a fuss, and he took a seat on the ground while bowls of stew were passed around. While he ate, his friend took the liberty of explaining the situation.

"Things have cleared up greatly since the end of your journey," he started in that deep, powerful voice. It was comforting, though, with undertones of friendliness. "But it would be foolish to expect everything to immediately clear up, and all on its own. There are still things that require attention, although their importance is not as dire." Thick lips pulled downwards in a gently sloping frown and he paused for a moment. They ate on in silence, although he didn't take his eyes off his friend. "A group of Bulblins still roam the fields outside this village. They torment my people and any travelers that are unlucky enough to run into them. It is rude of me to ask for your help after all you have done for us, but I implore you; no one else is able to truly get rid of them. Please help us again."

He listened quietly as he finished the remainder of his meal, feeling rather content and satisfied. The situation was quite the unpleasant one; he knew the ugly monsters were troublesome. They had fed him, so it was only proper that he help. Renado was also his friend, and he cared for the people of this village. He was the type that cared for people easily, and after helping them so many times before, he felt inclined to do it again.

It was a little backwards, wasn't it? Should he be tired of helping them after all he had done?

Sure he wanted some time for himself to rest, relax, and enjoy the peace, but no matter how he turned it about in his mind, he just wasn't annoyed at this new mission. It could be fun, too, and it would make the lives of many people that much better. In response to the dark-eyed gaze of his friend he nodded and smiled some. It was answer enough.

"Thank you, my friend. All of us thank you with the entirety of our being." And Renado did sound very grateful. Strangely enough that alone almost made it worth the effort. At least some people bothered to thank him. "It is late. The inn is surprisingly full in this time of prosperity, so you may spend the night here. In the morning you can go hunt them down."

Part of him said that it would be better to go at night when it was easier to sneak around and catch them off-guard, but those thoughts were brushed aside. How would he even be able to find them if he couldn't see? Nights out on the field were very dark, and if he brought a lantern with him, he'd be a sitting duck himself. In this case it would be best to go out in broad daylight, so he relented and allowed them to set up a spot for him to sleep. While he lay amongst the blankets they had put out for him, he peered up at nothing in the darkness of the house and listened to the sound of even breathing. He wasn't the type to think heavy, deep things. It wasn't in his nature to be particularly pensive. But he thought tonight. Most of his thoughts were all over the place, and he couldn't seem to properly get them in order, so they ended up not making much sense.

Then he finally started to wonder to himself, and it scared him even as it worked its way into his mind, "what's left for me after this?" Rounding up groups of monsters was important but grueling work. It was monotonous in comparison to saving the world, and he felt that it would be a waste of time. But if not that, then what else? "This world is so big, and there is so much in the universe, so many stars that lifetimes of counting wouldn't be able to record them all," he thought. "So there must be something out there, somewhere, waiting for me. I fulfilled one purpose, and now I must simply find my next. The only reason I feel like this is because becoming a hero was dropped into my lap. This time I have to search for it myself."

Those were the thoughts that accompanied him into a comfortable sleep, filled with dreams of what his next purpose might be, of where his next purpose might be found. They were exotic and unrealistic, but he rather enjoyed them.

He woke sometime in the morning and had breakfast with Renado and his daughter. As he himself wasn't much of a talker, Renado simply filled it with light talk of how the village had been. His silence didn't mean he wasn't interested, and by now anyone that knew him at all understood that fact. By looking into his eyes it was easy to spot his alertness and focus on what was being said. Occasionally he nodded or smiled – but he never missed a single word.

Afterwards he was pointed in a direction and sent off on his own, with his only company being his horse. He didn't mind that much, as it was easier to work alone. He didn't want to worry about protecting someone, or fretting over them getting hurt. Besides, his horse was great company and surprisingly intelligent. It wasn't too surprising to him, but other people tended to think so. There was a sort of silent communication between them as she trotted along, and it was partly obvious in the way he only needed the smallest of movements to direct her. The searching around was the most time consuming part, especially considering the fields were so big. But they were mostly flat, too, and there weren't many good areas for groups of Bulblins to set up base. Even his vast patience was beginning to feel worn when it reached midday and he still had no idea where the group might be. It was only then that he managed to find them.

There were many mountains and large rocks near Kakariko. A fair distance away from the village there was a strip of flat land between two such mountains, and here was the makeshift stronghold of the green monsters. It was crude, probably thanks to their wandering tendencies and the lack of readily available wood in the area. Dirty cloth was meant to hide them from view, but the shade wasn't quite the same as the rocks around them, so it wasn't too difficult to tell. Relieved, he unsheathed his sword and prepared himself.

A slight nudge was all his horse needed to send her flying in the target direction. The cloth ripped easily under assault from the sharp edge of his blade, the sound loud and profound in the silence of a lazy noon. What wasn't torn with his sword was kicked out of the way by powerful hoofs accompanied with a loud neigh. Past the entrance of the hideout was just as makeshift as the entrance itself. There were a few beds and some structures that might be considered tents, with dirty pots and pans lying around as well as discarded armor and other belongings that were more difficult to identify. In the center was a pit filled with charred wood, around which only a small handful of the creatures were sitting. They were obviously very startled by his entrance and scrambled to their feet with unintelligible noises. He took note of them, and how there were much fewer than there should have been. His immediate guess was that the others were out somewhere. Great, he'd have to hunt some more.

Most of the Bulblins tried to run from him, but some moved to swing crude blunt weapons. They were nothing compared to Zant and Ganondorf, and fell with a single clean sweep of his sword. His horse was faster than the stubby legs of the fleeing monsters and he made quick work of them as well. After surveying the area to make sure there weren't any more hiding, he sheathed his sword and was ready to nudge his horse on her way again.

However, his horse seemed to notice something that he didn't, and she refused to budge. It was quite unlike her and he began to wonder if she had gotten hurt somehow when she snorted and tossed her head. After a few pawing motions with a hoof, she took small, highly controlled steps forward, then craned her thick, well-muscled neck to bump her dark nose against…

…a shoe.

What on earth was a shoe doing there? He blinked multiple times in confusion before deciding to take the hint. Skillfully dismounting, he moved closer to inspect the shoe. It was unlike any he had ever seen before, pitch black in color and highly polished. After getting closer he was able to discern that it wasn't just a disembodied shoe, but it was attached to a thin leg, which in turn disappeared into one of the makeshift tents. By now he wasn't sure if he should be wary or curious, and he found that he was a bit of both. He stood up straight again and put one hand on his sword, then the other moved and ripped the flimsy fabric away to expose its contents. There was only some more fabric spread across the ground, and haphazardly resting across it was a boy. Or…well, he thought it was a boy. His clothing, his hair, even his skin were all different from what he was used to, and he stared dumbly for a few minutes before a nudge from his horse snapped him out of it. The boy's arms and legs had been bound and a makeshift gag was tied across his mouth. He looked unconscious and a bit roughed up, so it wasn't difficult to tell that he had been taken by the Bulblins.

With a frown, he slowly lowered himself into a squatting position. He simply stared at the unmoving boy for a good while, then finally decided to get on with it and slipped off one brown glove. With his hand bared, he hesitantly moved to press his fingers to the boy's neck in hopes of finding a pulse. It was probably unnecessary, but he felt he needed to make sure anyway. The boy just looked so pale…

But the very moment that his fingers brushed the (surprisingly soft) skin of that pale neck, he found himself staring directly into the strangest eyes he had ever seen on a human or hylian. They were a dark, hard purple, although slightly hazy from his previous lack of consciousness, but his gaze was firm nonetheless, and thin black eyebrows were narrowed into a warning glare. From that alone he could detect an air of stubborn defiance, and he quickly retracted his hand even if there was no way the bound boy could actually hurt him right now. He stayed frozen for a while, unable to look away, until it finally hit him that he should probably untie the gag so this boy could talk. Before he could move to do so, the crease in the boy's brow lightened, his eyes grew glazed and had a certain "far away" look, and his eyelids obscured some of that deep purple. A few seconds after and he had lost the struggle to remain conscious again and returned to being limp on the ground.