Never Without You │ BOTW modern AU fanfic

Bus Stop

"None of them are."

We pass another one.

"Hey!" I bark.

"That one didn't look safe."

"None of them do!" I say. "There's another one coming up two blocks down. Just let me out here." But Zelda keeps driving. "Hey are you deaf?"

"Sorry it's just not a great neighborhood."

"Bro, I'll jump out of the car if you don't let me out right now."

The car slows and comes to a stop on the side of the road. "It doesn't feel right to let you go like this."

"And what exactly would feel appropriate to Ms. Hyrule? A goodbye party with 70 servants, an ice sculpture, live performances, 200 guests and a dress code? Sorry, no time for tears and speeches. This is how we part ways, deal with it."

I open the door, step out, slam it shut, and walk away from her polished white Range Rover.

There's a homeless man sleeping on the bench of the bus stop so I'll have to stand until the bus arrives.

Zelda isn't leaving. She's staring at me and the homeless guy next to me. I feel watched, but not because of her. Nervously, I scan my surroundings to see if any suspicious men are nearby. I don't want any of Ganondorf's guys to follow me. I'm lucky that the Hyrule mansion was probably the last place he'd expect me to be.

It's pretty quiet since it's still 7 in the morning and there aren't any people on the streets. Still, I feel vulnerable without my knife, and Zelda's clothes on my skin feels like a target on my back. I need darker clothes, something that doesn't have high-end brand names embroidered.

Zelda is still waiting in her fancy car. I'm starting to think she'll wait until the bus arrives. I roll my eyes and try to ignore her.

Out of habit, I reach into my pocket for a smoke, but I don't have anything on me at the moment and groan in response. I wonder if she still has my drugs or if she threw them away.

The homeless guy shuffles a little on his bench. He reaches out with his hand and rasps, "Got any change?"

"No."

"Any amount will be appreciated."

"I ain't got any," I snap. He moans and coughs, and lays back down.

He continues to mumble to himself for a while and I try to ignore the lovely scents coming off his body. Next to piss and vomit, I smell nicotine and can't stop myself from asking, "You got a smoke?"

His eyes climb my body. "Sure do! What's it worth to you?"

"It's just a cig dude. It's worth less than my left sock."

"Interested in something more pricey then? Some snow maybe?" He smirks behind his frizzy beard.

"You got coke?" I ask a little dubious.

"Right in here," he grips between his legs.

"Oh fuck off," I huff, crossing my arms uncomfortably.

His hand reaches out again, but not for change. He quickly gropes me before I can slap his hand!

"Hands off you sick fuck!" I curse and he tries again.

"Malice!" Zelda shouts from her car. "Get in the car!"

"Fuck off! Why are you still here? Don't you have class?"

"Hey puppet," the old man shouts at Zelda, "Could you spare some?"