Chapter Nine: A New Game
Yoru crept his way out from under the bed once he had finished his breakfast. He walked over and looked out the window. He was really starting to wonder if Vean was ever going to come back for him. Where could he have gone after the boy had fallen asleep last night? Had the evil sorceress lady gotten him? Maybe Kuro really was evil and had captured him.
Adventuring across the ocean wasn’t anything like he had imagined. It was all just more escaping from one place to the next. He felt he’d been running ever since he was banished from his home in the desert. He’d run from home to the palace and now from the palace to Termina. Maybe there just wasn’t a safe place for a banished prince to rest.
Yoru straightened his cap and went to grab Link’s sword from its place against a nearby chair. He was tired of waiting for explanations. He could sense the weirdness creeping around this town and he was going to get to the bottom of it. Then they could all know who to trust and leave.
The sword was far heavier than any weapon he’d ever used before, but he was able to strap it to his belt easily enough. He was immortal after all, so he wasn’t worried about being killed so much as being able to try and kill any witch or wizard right back.
Yoru made his way out of the inn and found that the streets of Clock Town were busy with all sorts of people once again. None of them were wearing masks anymore so Yoru couldn’t sense anything strange about them. He made his way over to Kuro’s shop which was still marked with a sign to show it was closed. He opened the door just a crack and peeked inside. He had just enough time to see Kuro stepping into his back room and closing the door behind him. There really wasn’t any reason to distrust the oracle guy, right? He hadn’t done anything wrong after all.
Yoru closed the door and turned to walk away when a chill ran down his spine. He knew that feeling all too well as he often felt it in the deepest halls of the palace; the feeling of a spirit passing beside you. He suddenly wished that Vean, the pirate girl, or even weird old Link were there to help him. He was just a little kid! What was he thinking?! Vean would have told him to run away, that would be the safest thing to do.
Kuro had hardly closed the door behind him when he heard a strange jingling sound the next room over. He narrowed his eyes at the door to his right as he put a hand to his knife. The door had been unlocked when he woke up so it wasn’t impossible to believe that someone might have snuck past him into the bedroom. He opened the door cautiously, but quickly in hopes of getting the drop on any intruders. He froze in place as soon as he felt the cold touch of steel against his throat.
“We need to talk,” a familiar voice insisted.
Kuro’s mind began to race at the sound of Kurai’s voice beside him, a voice that he hadn’t heard in months. It was because of his Master’s death that he...he...
The young man stepped back, Kurai making no attempt to keep her sword at his neck as he did so, and his form was enveloped in darkness. When darkness melted away again Kuro’s face was covered in mask with glowing yellow eyes.
“Traitor!” the masked man growled. “You tried to kill me and you stole the Oracle of Light from me!”
“I played along with your games only as long as it suited me, Majora,” the sorceress explained as she held her sword before her defensively. “I had always planned to betray you and return to my realm, but now I think we can both leave with what we want.”
The demon tilted its head at the woman, but didn’t respond otherwise.
“You possessed the Oracle of Shadows because he stepped in the way of your plans,” she continued. “And now you fear the Oracle of Light as he is capable of destroying you. I suggest a trade.”
The man jolted forward and grabbed hold of the glowing blade of Kurai’s sword with his bare hands. The sorceress reached the blade from his grasp and swung at him in response. Majora leaped aside easily and landed on a nearby desk in a crouched position.
“You will never find Vean without me! I took him beyond the dome and hid him!” Kurai insisted. “It’s Kuro for him! Release the boy; I will even kill him for you in order to steal his magic. Then Vean will be your new host and the Fierce Deity yours to wreak havoc with as you see fit.”
Kurai stepped forward and gestured up to the ceiling and the sky above. “With Vean as your host, you would have the power to escape the dome at last,” she whispered. “You would be free to reign with your masks across all of Termina.”
“I want to see the puppet!” Majora replied after a moment of thought. “When he is before me I will release Kuro. Then we will play a new game; see if you can both outrun me before I kill you.” The man giggled at the thought before adding, “I’ll even give you a head start.”
Kurai lowered her sword and gave him a smug smile. “I shall return tomorrow night with the Oracle in tow,” she promised. “Let the game begin.”
There was a loud thud just outside the door and both of them turned to look in the direction of the sound. Majora melted away into the shadows and Kurai yanked the door open. She recognized the small little boy fumbling for his sword immediately as Vean’s traveling companion. The boy swung at her with his little blade and she easily parried the blow with a flick of her wrist.
The youngster had obviously never used a sword before in his life and he was clearly too small to even hurt her with a lucky blow.
“Where is Vean?!” the child demanded.
Kurai swung her blade and the boy fell to the ground without as much as a dodge or parry. She didn’t have time for Vean’s annoying companions this encounter. She stepped over the boy and made her way across the room.Perhaps she could do away with Link while she was still in town. That would lessen the odds against her when it came time to face Majora. No, her priority had to be recovering the Oracle of Light. There was no deal without him after all.
“Demon sword…” a voice grumbled from behind her as she walked. She turned in surprise to see that the child was sitting up, seemingly uninjured, and was pointing his sword at her again. Though he wasn’t looking at her, his gaze was fixed on the black blade in her hand.
“How dare you?!” the boy shouted. “I am Yoru, son of Senza of the Gerudo Tribe and Lord Utum of the Underworld!”
Kurai didn’t understand a word of the gibberish, but the blade in her hand began to quiver. What madness was this?
“I command you! I banish you! Be gone! And never return!” Yoru finished with a quick swing of his sword for good measure.
Kurai felt the hilt of her sword buzz as it began to flash with diamonds of orange, black, and white. She tightened her grip and commanded the blade to cease this lunacy. The Dark Master Sword obeyed her commands and no one else’s, especially if it ever hoped to taste the blood of the chosen hero!
The small boy darted past the witch while she was distracted and made his way out of the storeroom and back out into the shop. Demon spawn!
I can’t believe that worked! Yoru thought as he sped across the shop for the door. The minute that blade had touched him he knew what it was. It was forged by an evil deity not unlike his father, but perhaps far worse. He didn’t think his command would hold it for long or ever again for that matter. As he reached the front of the shop the door slammed shut in front of him and locked with a loud click.
The masked man appeared directly behind Yoru and chuckled at him. Everything was now trying to kill him! He should have run away like Vean would have done!
“You are very good at these games, little brother,” the demon mused. “Want to play with me?”
“Play with you?” Yoru echoed uncertainly as he turned to the mask.
Majora clapped Kuro’s bloodied hands excitedly. “Yes!” he nodded. “We can destroy everything in Clock Town, breaking one heart after another, and then we can go out and find your friend the oracle too!”
Yoru had no reason to hurt any of the people in the town, especially not the nice man who had brought him breakfast, but he had no reason to protect them either. He raised his heavy sword to the mask, not knowing if he could even threaten a ghost or not.
“You can have Clock Town, but Vean is my friend,” he said stubbornly. “You can’t have him!”
“Well, apparently neither of us can,” Majora shrugged. “Big bad Kurai stole him from us both. Let’s steal her sword as punishment!”
The both of them turned when Kurai roared at them from the far right doorway. She staggered out of the storeroom with her sword still in hand, though she looked as if she could hardly lift it at the moment.She must have used a lot of magic to counter his command. Yoru was a little frightened at how well that had worked.
“We made a deal, Majora!” she muttered. “By sunset tomorrow the oracle will be yours.”
The young man put his hand to where his chin would have been under the mask to ponder his options. He then nodded to Kurai while putting one hand on Yoru’s shoulder, causing the boy to flinch.
“Very well! We shall have our game then, but Yoru is now on my team,” he concluded. “So you lay one hand on him before then and its game over!”
Kurai threw a glare at Yoru that made the hairs on his arms stand on end, but she eventually nodded. With one quick swipe of her sword she was gone in a flourish of sparkling diamonds.
Yoru yanked himself away from Majora’s grasp and tightened his grip on his still raised sword. He wasn’t on any demon’s side, no matter what terrible things they might do to him.
“So, so ready to fight!” Majora laughed. “Fine, we don’t have to play until the game tomorrow night.”
With that, the masked man walked calmly behind the front counter of the shop. He then crossed his arms over the counter and laid his head down as if he was going to go to sleep. Darkness enveloped the hunched figure, when it dispersed there was just Kuro fast asleep, and Yoru felt the chill run down his spine again.
He sheathed his sword at his side, relieved that he didn’t have to fight anyone else at least for the moment. But what was he supposed to do now? Vean was Kurai’s prisoner, Kuro was Majora’s, and they were both going to be killed or possessed by tomorrow. There was nothing he could do to stop any of that.
Why was he always so useless? Nothing he could do would help anyone. He almost wished that his sister were around to teleport him to the bottom of the ocean.
Yoru slumped against the door and slipped down into a sitting position where he then buried his face in his knees. He didn’t feel like crying, so he simply sat quietly until Kuro woke with a start and startled him.
Kuro locked eyes on the boy and came around the counter immediately to run to his side. “Are you alright?” he asked worriedly.
Yoru shook his head, although he didn’t raise it from his knees to do so. “Vean is gone,” he managed to say.
Kuro must not have remembered anything about what had just happened. He was just like the rest of those people last night that wandered around wearing masks.
“I guessed as much, Tetra and Link are out looking for him right now,” Kuro shrugged. “I’m sure he’s okay. Clock Town is a pretty safe place, at least during the day.”
“No, it isn’t,” Yoru sighed.