Writing prompt: Four gets brainwashed by an enemy, Wind tries to save him. How it goes is up to you. I know how much you enjoy killing Four, so if someone in the Chain accidentally does so in the process of knocking them out so they won't be a threat or etc... 👀
(I wouldn't say I like killing four? Actually I don't think I've ever killed four. I've made him suffer but killed? Not that I can remember. Anyways went in a different direction but I hope you enjoy.)
(Btw Blood warning)
Four against one really wasn’t that hard it really wasn’t. Wind had fought five to one against Darknuts before, and don’t get him started on miniblins. However this time it was different. Because the person he was fighting was no evil-born monster. No, it was his brothers.
The sailor blocked with his mirror shield, using the light above to blind the colors that advanced.
“Red, Blue, Green, Vio! Mates! I really would appreciate any of you breaking out of that villain's control and fighting alongside me!” The sailor wasn’t sure how any of this happened. All he knew one moment he entered what looked like a battle arena, the next, an out of his mind Smith had split into his four selves and was out for blood. Wind’s blood to be exact.
Red equipped the fire rode pushing the sailor back. The boy didn’t realize it was into a trap. Blue came from behind, trapping Wind's arms and chest in a lock. “BLUE!” the youngest growled, “Let me go!” The sailor struggled, as Vio pulled out his sword, making his way towards the pair.
“Not like this.” the sailor mumbled. “Sorry blue!” With the little arm mobility the sailor had, he loosened the wrap on his shield, grabbing the leather straps before launching the shield back. The pointed top struck into Blue’s face, which would no doubt leave permit damage. Blue lost all grip he had on Wind, giving the sailor the opportunity to strike the blue boy in the gut with the hilt of his sword. Blood spat from the smallest mouth. Wind had no time to sympathize, he grabbed the boy's arm, and with all his strength and a little help from the magic bracelets. Launched Blue over his shoulder, into Vio, who had to drop his sword to guarantee no harm come to his brother. The sailor didn’t stop there, while there was a moment of confusion. Wind took his shield and frisbees it towards Red. Thankfully the wind was on the hero of the wind’s side. Because the shield made contact knocking him back with enough force to take Red to the ground. Without delay, the sailor pulled out his grappling hook, thanking the Wind brothers that there was a place he could grab onto, he swung and leaped into the air.
Only the sailor forgot about the fourth. A freezing arrow shot into the rope, halting all movement in a jaggering motion. Wind only had a second to blink before the second arrow came. This one was lit with flames so bright. He braced himself, as the head made contact with the ice, the rope shattered.
Wind slammed into the ground hard. The arm that normally donned his shield felt like it was shattered. The Phantom Sword slid a few feet away from the sailor. Coming to a halt in front of Green. Wind wanted to smack the smirk he had off his face. Green with his foot slid the weapon back to the sailor.
"Pick it up." Green looked like a demon.
'He's probably possessed by one.' The young hero concluded.
Wind complied, having to use the sword like a staff to even stand. Blood dripped from his forehead. He took a fighting stance.
Green scoffed, "Your forms off." The colors leader took a proper form.
The sailor rolled his eyes, "Reminder I'm basically self-taught." He was getting lightheaded.
Green pulled in getting ready to strike. Sliding his foot, wind braced himself, four launched forward steel against steel.
"Oh trust me it shows." Wind pushed back slicing at his brother, Green shuffling back. Thrust aimed for the sailor side. The youngest blocked with the sword, and with his shieldless hand decked the leader in the face. Four stumbled back, “COWARD!”
Wind tensed, “watch your language, mouse.”
“I only speak the truth! Some swordsman you are! You choose cheap tactics. Rather than the art of the blade, you’re pathetic.” Green spit.
The sailor's heart was ablaze, he knew these words were most likely from the evil controlling the Smith, however, it was still hard to hear those words. Especially from his ancestor, he wouldn’t let him know that though. "Well not all of us could be raised by the Captain of the Royal Knights of Hyrule. Who taught you how to pick up a sword at what the age of four?” Sneakily, the sailor had pulled out his hook shot, aiming it at Green, pulling him forward, attempting to bring the sword's hilt down to knock him out. The green leader was prepared, blocking it, both entering a struggle for power once again. The sailor growled, “Oh also, last time I checked, I was a sailor, a pirate, and a kid that just wanted to live. I never claimed to be a swordsman.”
A smile on Green's face grew, fear electrified the youngest body. “Good because you're not.”
Before wind could even realize what was going on, it was too late.
A blade of violet stabbed him through the back.
A blade of blue stabbed him on his right side.
A blade of red stabbed him on his left side.
And a blade of green stood before him.
The hero of the wind’s fell to his knees, blood dripping from his mouth. “Who’s using cheap tactics now?”
The smile was whipped from Green's face and he lunged his sword into his youngest brother’s chest. Not stopping until it came out the other side. The sailor took one large gasp and shrank in on himself.
Green, Red, Blue, and Vio stepped away pleased with what they had done.
As the droplets of the sailor’s blood hit the floor, the magic that had taken their mind dripped away as well.
Reality became clearer, time became present, and their voice was in control. The first thing Green heard was the shriek of Red. ‘Who dares touch his brother?’ Followed by the desperate cries of Blue, begging for Vio to do something. ‘What needs to be done that I can not do?’
The world came into view, the sailor came into view.
He was looking up at Green, pale as a ghost.
“Teal…” Green whispered like a mouse.
The sailor began to fall forward. Green fell down with him, Wind’s head pressed against his chest. Green lifted his hand, it shook violently, as blood dripped off it.
“Oh Hylia, what did we–” Green breath was taken away as he tried to process what was happening.
Red had not stopped his screams, as Blue hugged him for dear life, his wound still spilling blood as well. “What do we do, what do we do, how do we fix this! Vio! Green?” Blue wanted any answer. That neither party could provide.
Vio stood frozen like stone, eyes fixed on the sailor, and on the four swords that pierced his skin.
A weak voice called out.
“Brothers…” Wind spit up more blood as he lifted up his hand for Green to take. “Promise me you will continue to live your lives, please.” Tears began to stream from the sailor's eyes. “I need you to live your life.”
Green looked into the youngest hero’s eyes, they were the same as his. Green cowardly took the sailor's hand, and kissed his knuckles. “We–We promise.”
Wind let out a weak smile, “Smith…I don’t want to die.”
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Red: Green is late again.
Blue: How did this happen? I called him at 8 o’clock this morning and pretended it was 11.
Vio: I printed up a fake schedule for him saying we were starting at 9 instead of noon.
Shadow: I set his clock to say PM when it’s really AM.
Red: Oh boy. We may have overdone it.
*Green bursts through the door*
Green: WHAT TIME IS IT?
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Blue: The next time I open up to someone, it'll be my autopsy.
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Red: You know, there’s something weird going on with your face?
Blue: What?
Red: You’re smiling! I didn’t know you could do that.
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Shadow: Red is a perfect cinnamon scone who’s never done anything wrong in his entire life!
Vio: Never done anything wrong?! He set a city block on FIRE!
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Shadow: *Reading a letter*
Vio: Well, what does it say?
Shadow: It’s a confession letter. It turns out Blue killed my pet rock.
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Police: You’re under arrest for trying to carry three people on a single motorcycle.
Red, with Green and Blue behind them: Wait, what do you mean THREE?!
Police: Yes…three.
Red: Oh, my Goddess— What the heck!?
Police: Wha-
Blue: VIO F*CKING FELL OFF!
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I have too much time on my hands, help
Rip Vio
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