I was immediately drawn to his eyes. Expressive, sapphire eyes that could respond with only a glance. Wild, but gentle. Intelligent, but innocent. I wondered if he heard me, so I repeated my question.
"...Are you new here?"
A slight breeze swept over the spring greenery of the school courtyard, ruffling the grass we stood in. He kept eye contact with me while shaking his head, and I noticed his eyes complimented the dirty blonde shade of his hair. For what seemed like forever, we stood there in complete silence; mainly, it was because I was waiting for him to say something to me.

It grew awkward, so I finally spoke again after clearing my throat.
"So, um... what's your name?"
He looked almost reproachful. Putting a slender finder to his lips, he turned more to me. If I hadn't been able to read his eyes, I would've been offended. But within his sapphire gaze, there was only kindness... mixed with something else.

Longing, I realized. Soft and heart wrenching. It wasn't lustful or materialistic longing, but something else...
That's when I knew. I knew what it was he longed for.
"You... can't speak, can you?"

His gaze finally broke from mine, turning downcast, and he rubbed the back of his neck. My voice lifted his head once again after a moment.
"I know sign language. Do you use it?"
His eyes grew wide and he nodded excitedly. Hope glimmered within his blue depths as they met my own. He gestured to himself tentatively.

'My name is Link.'
I was slightly taken aback. Had I forgotten my sign language already?
"...Link, as in a link in a chain?"
He nodded, a silent laugh escaping him.
'L-I-N-K. You're right.'
Link stepped closer and I realized he was around six inches taller than I. Absentmindedly, I mused that he looked sturdy.

'And you? I would like to know your name.'
He didn't use contractions. It made him seem sophisticated, I thought with a light smile.
"...Zelda," I said after a moment. "My name's Zelda."
'What a beautiful name,' He signed, a smile lightly playing at his lips. His eyes were beautifully gentle, like calm blue seas and like strong, sturdy arms. It was like he was hugging me without even touching me, and the thought made me blush lightly.
'Pleased to meet you... Zelda.'
"Pleased to meet you, too, Link."

I could faintly hear the first bell ringing. From now, we had ten minutes to get to class. I seized the opportunity.
"We should get to class. What's your first one?"
He shifted his shoulder bag for a moment and I noticed he was wearing a lot of green. I couldn't
help but smile a little. Green was my favorite color. Link looked back up at me.
'Class Guitar I.'
I felt a little guilty; I'd only taken that class for an easy fine arts credit, but he seemed genuinely excited about it. His eyes glinted when he said it, and a small grin came to his face.
"That's my first hour, too! I'm glad I ran into you on the first day. What standing are you?"
He gestured to me with his head, nodding towards the school and beginning to walk. He slowed so that I could see his hands.
'I am currently Junior standing. And you?'
I smiled. I thought he looked a bit young.
"I'm a Senior. Nyahhh!" I playfully stuck my tongue out at him and he shrugged, raising his eyebrows in a "sucks-for-you!" sort of way.
'Then you are dying sooner than I am.' He smirked and darted his tongue out in return.
"You're so blunt," I gasped. "At least I get to drink sooner than you do~"
'Ah, true. You got me there.' He grinned resignedly, throwing his hands up.
"...Hey," I asked as we reached the doors. "Can I ask you something?"
Link nodded, maintaining eye contact curiously and raising an eyebrow. He fell into step with me around halfway down the hallway.

"Have you ever felt like you really needed to talk? That hand motions just couldn't convey what you felt?"
Link paused for a few moments before signing his answer slowly, as if deep in thought.
'Yes, that has happened many times. But even more than that... N-Never mind,'
His hands twitched in place of a stutter and he shook his head quickly, grinning bashfully.
'I-It is really stupid.'
I felt my eyes go wide as I tugged on his sleeve.
"C'mon, you have to tell me now," I begged. "I hate it when people do that; it bugs me for the rest of the day!"
He smiled widely, lightly expelling air in place of what would've been a laugh. His hands moved quickly, conveying nervousness just as well as if he had a voice.
'Alright, alright! It is stupid, but... I have always wanted to sing.'

I tilted my head in sympathy, something I'd picked up from my mother.
"I could never imagine life without singing," I replied quietly. It was true; I'd been singing since I was a little girl. I loved to sing. Link's eyes misted over a bit, and I found myself feeling a bit guilty.
"I-I'm sorry, that probably doesn't help..."
His smile returned, smaller this time. He retained eye contact through the entire conversation – that was something I really liked about him. His eyes were such deep, lucid pools of sapphire. And they were so expressive.
'It does not matter. As I said, it is a foolish sentiment. It is just another thing that makes me silly, I suppose.'He smirked lightly at me and dropped his hands with a shrug.

We entered the class room and he strode to the left, lifting a black and gold case.
"Is that your own?" I asked. He nodded, unzipping it and pulling out an absolutely beautiful acoustic guitar. I almost gasped. The body of it was a deep, glossy cherry colored wood. It had a black teardrop characteristic of all acoustic guitars, and the neck of it was black with some sort of gold-plated, intricate design running down with the strings.
"It's beautiful..." I murmured, leaning down to his level as Link took a seat. While he was nodding and setting right to work at tuning, I couldn't help but notice his hands. He wasn't signing, but I still noticed them as he strummed. He had the makings of a pianist; long, slender fingers and wide palms. I rolled my eyes internally. I couldn't believe I was sitting here thinking about how pretty this guy's hands were.

However... I couldn't help but wonder just what this class would hold.

I'm extremely excited about this story. I've had the idea running around in my head for a while but I just couldn't come up with a good way to write it, until recently. This is going to be my best. The chapters will be short like this one, but I'll try to update often. Review, please. If you don't, I won't continue it.

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