Disclaimer: I don't quite understand what this means but I see people do this all the time. So I don't own pokemon or Zelda if I did I would be massively rich and bribe people to publish my stories but I'm not so I don't. If I could I would but I can't so I shan't. Anyways on with the story. Also this takes place sometime around four swords and minish cap. Unspecific I know I apologize. I'm rambling now. Time to stop.

A young boy lay sleeping in his bed at Skyloft Academy.

"Linnnnkkk" called a melodic voice, drifting through his open window. "Get up sleepyhead we're going to be late."

She was met with a groan and what sounded like very ungentlemanly like language.

Zelda pulled herself up through the window and surveyed the room. Clothes were strewn everywhere, across the desk and all over the floor. In the bed lay a still sleeping figure. The boy had messy blonde hair the ends just brushing the nape of his neck. If he had his eyes open she would've seen a pair of piercing sapphire blue eyes staring back at her. Zelda sighed, shaking her head, causing her golden hair to fall in her eyes. She marched over to the sleeping boy and unceremoniously flipped his covers, causing him to roll out of his bed in a heap, with a loud thud. Link finally sat up, rubbing his eyes.

"Graceful as always Link" smirked Zelda. She went over to his dresser and pulled out a green tunic, brown boots and white pants for him and dumped them in his lap. "You have five minutes to get changed. Otherwise we are going to the wing ceremony in your pajamas. And I'm sure you want all the instructors to see you in your very manly pajamas" she snickered. Link's pajamas were decorated with tiny eevees. "I'll be outside, now hurry up!"

"You're so bossy in the morning" grumbled Link.

"I heard that!" called Zelda as she closed the door.

Zelda leaned against the door picking nervously at non-existent lint on her clothes. While most days she chose to wear various dresses, in different shades of pink and purple with hylian crests embroidered onto them today she opted for something different. She wore tan pants and brown leather boots, with a fuchsia shirt tucked into her pants and her blue cloth with the hylian crest tied around her waist. Given the fact she'd be riding a loftwing that day, a dress wasn't the best option.

While on the other side of the door Link could hear Zelda fidgeting. He took that moment to yank the door open "I'm ready. Zelda why are you on the floor?" smirked Link.

Zelda had tumbled to the floor with a loud boom. She death glared up at Link, silently fuming.

"Now we're even"

Zelda picked herself up off the ground and they walked out of the academy together. The original Skyloft had fallen out of the sky long ago, the kingdom of Hyrule had flourished on the surface. Zelda was named after her ancestor, the mortal reincarnation of Hylia, creator and protector of the hylians. But her name was often forgotten, when the flashy golden goddesses Nayru, Farore and Din come in. But every female of descendant of the mortal reincarnation was named Zelda in her honour.

"Nervous for today?" asked Link.

"Maybe a little. Especially after last week" she admitted.

Last week a huge unseen force had appeared covering the sky and sun. Zelda blacked out during this time and tumbled off her loftwing plummeting to the ground. Her loftwing dove to the ground catching her just in time. But it didn't take away the embarrassment of passing out in the dark.

"Ah don't worry about it" smiled Link "what you should be worried about, is me kicking your ass today."

"You wish… Race you there!" she cried, taking off running, leaving Link in her dust.

"No fair" cried Link "You got a head start!"

So they ran to the Wing Ceremony, nearly knocking over Charlos as they passed.

"Sorry Charlos" they called as they passed.

"Callous youth" he said. "Two youths nearly 16, acting as though they're little kids" shaking his head continuing down the path to the wing ceremony, the slow way.

They just reached the edge of the clearing, when Link tackled Zelda to the ground cackling. They fell to the ground rolling like logs, Link's body shielding Zelda's from the brunt of the impact. They rolled to a stop at the feet of instructor Horwell's feet.

"Come on lovebirds, get up. Stop embarrassing yourselves before the wing ceremony" he said it sternly but his eyes sparkled when he said it. Link's arms were still wrapped around Zelda's waist. "Embarrass yourself after the ceremony." After the Hylians had made peace with the pokemon some students had started to ride Pidegeot instead of Loftwings. But Link and Zelda preferred the old ways of Loftwing. Crimson and purple a beautiful palette, especially when compared to the various brown bird pokemon.

"You know Link, as comfortable as this is, we do have to get up soon" teased Zelda.

Link blushed. He helped Zelda to her feet, hoping the flush looked like it was from their race. They wandered down to the wing ceremony, side by side. Just close enough that their hands brushed against each other. A spark shot up Link's fingers when their skin touched. Zelda looked up at him and grabbed his hand. Not saying anything but smiling as they walked hand in hand across meadow. Link tried to say something but the words died in his throat. He cleared his throat and tried again but Zelda cut him off.

"Can we talk after the Wing Ceremony? There's something I want to talk about" said Zelda, turning her head towards him, so their eyes met.

He tried to nod, make a manly grunt of some sort, a response of some sort anything. But all that came out was a squeaking noise an octave higher than normal. He blushed again. If Link had known what would come in the weeks to come he would've said anything else to Zelda. In the time to come he would replay moment in his head over and over, agonizing over what he could've done.