I'll leave the Author's note at the end for you guys.

Sheik POV

I am Sheik. I am not Zelda, I am wild and unforgiving and hateful and powerful and unbroken.

I am not conceited, believe you that. But I am always honest. Usually. Most of the time. When it serves me best.

I'm going to lay this out straight right now. Zelda is not me, and I am not Zelda. Zelda is beautiful and proper and delicate. And I love her. And I hate her.

I am not beautiful or proper or delicate. And Zelda loves me. But does not hate me.

We have an understanding you see. We show up in the mornings at the mansion as Zelda. Only sometimes do we convince ourselves that it's safe for me to roam around the Smash house as long as we know that most if not all the brawlers are concentrated in one area, like the arena.

We put on a show. Pretty, innocent Zelda gracing the mansions and quiet insane Sheik only showing up sporadically and rarely in a brawl, bought out to deliver a killing blow then reeled back in as if I never happened.

This is fine, I am alright with this. In fact I'm happy with this arrangement. Because when the brawlers go to sleep, when Master Hand has finally laid to rest we split. Because the night is mine.

Zelda lets me out. It is in these brief moments that we see each other. Zelda is angelic in the silvery moonlight, and I am harsh and nightmarish in the hard steel the moon loves me with. I open the door and step out, so quiet I don't exist, and Zelda closes it when I turn my back, like the wind opened the door.

Omniscient (?) POV

Brawl is infamous. Everyone loves the smashers, every smasher has fans and every fan has a favorite smasher. There were jersey's, fandoms, clubs, everything. All brawlers liked it, some said they didn't but they did.

Super Smash Brothers Brawl was the belle of the ball, the stadium of the world.

Sheik didn't mind Brawl.

But Sheik loved to fight.

Sheik loved no rules, no restrictions, no safety regulations, everything that was illegal was legal. Fighting, real life and death fighting was not for everybody, it was most definitely not for the world. Fighting was about pain and suffering and the blood lust. Sheik played for keeps because keeps meant your life.

Sheik would leave the mansion at night and visit her favorite underground fighting rink: Shadow Brawl, where you fought for your life, honor, respect and most importantly bragging rights, but you played with your blood and your sweat and your hate.

Plenty of which Sheik had. The only ones who knew of these underground rinks were the fighters, the prostitutes, the illegal dealers, the assassins, the die-hards and of course, like Sheik, the outcasts.

Super Smash Brothers Brawl belongs to Princess Zelda. And Shadow Brawl belongs to Sheik. Zelda gets the day and Sheik gets the night. Sheik was fine with this. There were more shadows at night anyways.

Welcome to Shadow Brawl.

Smash Mansion

It was Tuesday night, it was raining outside, and everyone including Sonic was asleep, the wind raged outside, lightning lashed out at the sky and Zelda could see herself flinch in the mirror reflecting the abrupt flash. Zelda frowned and looked at the digital clock, an amazing trinket, maybe not as comforting as her sun dials, but amazing all the same.

It was very late. Three in the morning late. Sheik was usually always back by two-thirty. Zelda frowned again, she was being paranoid. Sheik was a smart girl, she was able, much more powerful then she let on in brawls. Sheik could handle Sheik. Zelda did not reassure herself. Sheik had told her she had a fight today, like she almost always did, but she never said anything about being late.

Compose yourself. Zelda though firmly…Ohmygoddesses. Sheik probably got raped and then killed, oh no no no, what if I should go look for her? What if I don't find her? What if I do find her but she's dead? Should I bring a blanket? What if something finds me? Does the bogeyman still exist? What if I leave and she comes back but I'm still gone? What if that creaky noise my bed makes is actually a monster, what if it ate Sheik when I wasn't looking? Oh my goddess. The bed ate Sheik.

Zelda was normally a very composed person. But on a stormy night, when waiting for an alter ego who was actually a completely different person and just so happens to be partaking in illegal activities and hasn't showed up yet when she should have an hour ago, composure doesn't sit well.

So when the door slid open quietly and a nimble figure slipped through, Zelda shrieked, "The bed!"

Sheik, not expecting Zelda to scream, leapt a foot in the air thinking someone had seen them. Red eyes flashed to every corner and in less than ten seconds assured their owner that the room was secure.

"The bed?" the quiet, husky, hypnotically melodic voice asked. The cowl hid Sheik's reluctant smile. "Do you want me to check for monsters Princess?"

"Goddess." Zelda said, her face white, annoyance beginning to set in. "Where were you?"

Sheik didn't get to answer because the door burst open and in a show of incredible flexibility and incredible speed, Sheik dodged and leapt into the air. Her feet turned out and flush with the top of the door frame, her arms pushing against the ceiling to keep her in place.

Link was standing at the foot of Zelda's bed. Sword drawn, face fierce, breathing heavy, and boxers backwards, leaving Sheik to glare at the peephole before turning her head, refusing to be disrespected by an unaware Link.

Beside the Hero of Time was Marth sword also drawn, boxers thankfully covered by pajama bottoms, along with the blue-haired prince was Pit who shared the room with the three other swordsmen. One of which hadn't bothered to come running in for Zelda.

"Princess?" Marth asked, his tone worried and sincere.

"Zelda?" Link asked stepping in front of Marth and Pit to hide Zelda's indecency. Sheik smirked, Zelda had a sheet covering her. Link was an idiot. Chivalry was dead.

"Bed?" Pit asked, his hair rumpled and an enormous light blue t-shirt draping over his small frame. Sheik knew that under the innocent garb was hard-earned muscle. Pit was not innocent. He may have been naïve but he was not innocent.

"I'm terribly sorry." Zelda said, a sheepish smile causing her cheeks to lift sweetly, "It was nothing, a childish nightmare. Please, go back to bed, I'll be fine."

"Zelda are you sure?" Link asked looking worried, "Do you want me to check? I could stay here if you like."

"No really." Zelda said. Sheik could hear the small hint of panic in her voice, "I insist that you return to you room, I am fine."

"Really Princess, we could take a look if you wish." Marth reached out a hand and pulled Pit away from the wardrobe. It was not gentlemanly to look through a lady's clothes.

Sheik couldn't resist, "Please take a look around, Zelda's afraid of the dark." She hissed quietly, so quiet it could have been the wind.

Link's eyes widened considerably his mouth agape.

Marth wielded his sword fiercely, wondering where the voice came from.

Pit didn't bother with theatrics and ran for the door. He was out the door and in his room in mere seconds. Sheik admired his speed momentarily, she then directed her eyes at Zelda, knowing the princess could feel her looking.

"What voice?" Zelda asked, "Please, you're all just tired. Go, rest, I insist."

Link stared uncertainly at her, Marth likewise. Zelda felt Sheik's glare. The ninja girl was tired, and Sheik had no qualms against splashing some blood around.

"I insist." Zelda said firmly, making to get up.

"We'll be going." Link said, shoving the prince behind him and out the door, averting his eyes from what he was sure was Zelda in her pajamas, in his mind reminiscent of a French maid outfit. Blushing fiercely he slammed the door shut and from the corner of her eye Zelda saw a shadow slink down from her perch.

Zelda's eyes widened, she hadn't seen Sheik move from the door to the corner of her room.

"That was rash you know." Zelda said standing up, her pajamas not anything like a maid's attire.

"Sorry, I had a good night." Sheik shrugged, not sorry at all. Remembering the sound her fist made as it cracked against her opponent's cheekbone. The left side of his skull was shattered and Sheik smiled behind her cowl again, a wide smile that earned a gleam in her eye and a shiver from the girl facing her.

"I meant you speaking."

"I can speak." Sheik responded, her voice quiet but abrasive.

"I know you can speak." Zelda said, "But with them here you shouldn't."

Sheik shrugged again. "Hurry up. I'm tired and my fist hurts like a bitch."

A ball of magic formed between the two girls and Sheik felt the light creep onto her body unwelcomed and intrusive. The light intensified and Sheik dissolved into thin air, wisps of magic trailing out of Zelda.

The elfin queen shook her head, a bemused smile on her lips, only Sheik had the dare to talk to her like that.

Morning

"I'm telling you man!" Link said his arms waving over his head, "There was a voice in Zelda's room!"

Falco shook his head. "Dude you're drunk go back to sleep."

"I'm not drunk!"

"A voice?" The beaked man looked at Link. "A voice? Come on man, you're just saying that to justify visiting Zelda in the middle of the night."

Marth laughed. Falco raised his eyebrows at the blue prince, "You went to huh?"

"No." Marth glared, his laughter stopped.

"Cease your lies! You miscreant!" Pit yelled around a mouth of frothy toothpaste, poking at Marth's reflection through the mirror with his equally frothy toothbrush.

"Shut up Pit." Falco said absentmindedly. Turning to Link and Marth he said, "So you expect me to believe that you, Pit and Marth went to Zelda's room last night, did not get some, did not see an 'indecent' princess, but did hear a voice."

The three swordsmen nodded.

"You all disgust me." Falco crossed his arms and turned his gaze to the fourth occupant of the room. Ike, quiet and lacing up his shoes. "And you? You didn't go."

"No." Ike said.

"Why not?"

"Princess Zelda is not a damsel in distress." Ike said, his eyes emotionless, "And the voice was nothing to worry about."

"You didn't hear it!" Pit said his wings flapping and toothpaste on his shirt, "It was there like: Check in the closet little angel boy so I can grab you and send you into the dark pits little angel boy where I shall rip you limb from limb little angel boy!" Pits fingers moved and his wings flapped some more, "Oooooooooo aaaaaaaaaahhh, little angel boy I shall tear you to pieces!" His eyes intent. "That was somethin to worry about!"

Ike did nothing but Falco stared aghast, "You disturbing little angel boy."

"Maybe the voice was Sheik's." Ike said, his tone bored, like he was.

Link chuckled and Ike's head snapped up. The mercenary was used to being right, he was used to being complimented for his sharp wit, even if the answer was obvious. He was most definitely not expecting someone to laugh.

"That's impossible." Link explained, "Zelda and Sheik are the same people. Alter ego's maybe, but the same people. Even Zelda's magic can't put her in more than one at the same time."

"They're the same person?" Ike asked surprised. In the fleeting instances when Ike had seen Sheik in Brawl, she looked savage and untamed, as if she could be a mercenary like him, not prim and pretty Princess Zelda. He thought perhaps, Sheik was a sister or a magical entity. He couldn't bring himself to believe Sheik was Zelda.

"Yep." Link said matter-of-factly, "She actually sorta scares me, but when I remember its Zelda, eh, it's not so frightening."

"Sheik's scary as fuck." Falco said bluntly.

"I know." Link smiled, "I just thought to instil false hope in Ike that Sheik was a charitable person with good will towards animals and pleasant intentions towards humanity."

"She stuck a needle in my butt." Pit said seriously looking at Ike, his voice solemn, "It was swollen for days."

Marth gagged, "Pit."

"Yes?"

"Please stop."

"I'm not kidding! It was huge! Link called me bubble-butt for weeks!"

"Bubble-butt." Link said, smiling fondly.

"She's not around often." Falco told Ike, "Zelda's usual cheerful, so her alter ego doesn't make a lot of appearances, only when she's mad."

Ike nodded unperturbed, "So Sheik isn't worth worrying about."

Falco smirked, "Hope you don't have to meet her. Zelda's nice. But when Sheik's up and running. Goddamn. Stay the fuck out of her way or get your balls blown off."

"She's never blown off my balls." Pit said, "Why would she do that? That's awful. I need these guys"

"Samus has tried." Marth said mildly, polishing his sword more out of habit then anything.

Falco shrugged. "Sheik. Samus. Balls. Same thing. Hurts like hell when they blow up." Falco got up and walked to the door.

"Has it ever happened to you?" Pit asked wide-eyed, following Falco.

"Oh yeah, happened in a plane crash. Shrapnel. Shredded 'em. Hurts to think of how my pride and dignity died with them that day."

"That's terrible." Pit said sadly.

"It is." Falco said, his face brave, "But I learned that you don't need balls to be a man. And moving on is the strongest thing you can do."

"That's amazing." Pit said, "Is it true?"

"No it's not true!" Falco snapped, "Of course you need balls to be a man, damn, Pit." Falco headed off down the hallway leaving the boy staring at his back.

The angel returned to the room. "I feel so bad for him." Pit said, his face mournful, "He's probably so touchy because he doesn't have balls."

A little later. At Breakfast.

Zelda walked down the stairs coming in sight of the breakfast hall. Everything was relatively quiet, so she assumed everyone was at breakfast. The princess vaguely toyed with the idea of letting Sheik out to go train while everyone was at breakfast, but that was risky. Especially after last night.

Pushing open the door Zelda walked by Sonic and Captain Falcon butting heads over who was faster. Past Kirby who swallowed an enormous plate of pancakes. She finally arrived at the table Samus was sitting at. The Zero Suit girl acknowledged the princess with a smile before gnawing on a strip of bacon.

Zelda had just sat down when Peach rushed up in a hurl of pink and blond and giggles. "Zelda! You had some gentlemanly visitors last night?" More giggles.

Samus choked on her bacon.

Zelda blushed furiously, "It was nothing, just a dream." She muttered.

More giggles.

Samus snorted.

Zelda glared at the girl across from her. Samus shrugged. "Hey, three guys? You? Didn't know you had it in ya."

More giggles.

"It was nothing like that." Zelda said hotly. She could feel a slight vibration in her chest, no doubt Sheik had woken up, just in time to hear Samus and chuckle. The ninja girl wouldn't let it rest for weeks to come.

Zelda blinked in surprise. Normally Sheik was good with pretending to be dormant. Never affecting Zelda in any way. But she felt Sheik snicker as if she herself did. Zelda was about to make an excuse and run up to the privacy of her room (she thanked the goddess that her room was a single bunk), when loud laughing came from Ike, Marth, Pit, Link, Toon Link, Falco and Fox who slipped into the seats next to them in a rough tumble boy mess.

Samus rolled her eyes and snagged a few strips of bacon before heading off to wherever she hung out on Wednesdays without Zelda. Somewhere in the back of the mansion with Snake, Zelda secretly suspected. Peach however, straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin, "Boys. Who's been visiting my Zelda?"

Fox's head snapped up, "What?"

A light blush spread over Pit's cheeks. The pink princess saw it and pounced. Peach simpered, "Pit?"

"Yes, Peach?" the angel asked softly.

"Where were you last night?"

"My…bed."

"Zelda's bed." Falco coughed.

"Pit!" Peach gasped.

"Marth and Link were there to!" Pit cried defensively.

"How vulgar." Peach turned to the Altean Prince and the Hero of Time.

"I wasn't in Princess's Zelda's bed!" Marth said his hands held up in surrender.

"I wish I was in Zelda's bed, but she already knows that." Link shrugged, clearly unbothered.

Zelda smiled weakly. Sheik was amused by this, Zelda could feel it. She could feel Sheik's emotions like it was a separate entity next to her heart. Sheik wanted to laugh but Zelda was afraid she would cry.

"Zelda?" Peach asked, "Are you okay?"

Zelda opened her mouth to answer but a voice interrupted her. "Who is Sheik?"

Ike the mercenary spoke. Zelda frowned at their close proximity, Ike was directly across from her and leaning in. The rest of the boys were still teasing Peach so Zelda was left to fend Ike off alone. The princess flipped her hair over her shoulder and gave him her most charming smile. Sparkling eyes and everything.

"What do you mean? Sheik and I are the same." The butterflies in Zelda's stomach were making her squirm, this was uncomfortable.

"Really?" Ike said unconvinced.

"Really." Zelda said sweetly. Her stomach roiled painfully.

"Are you okay Princess?" Ike asked, not looking concerned at all.

"I'm fine Ike." Zelda clenched her teeth in a grin as stabbing pains went through her chest. She could feel Sheik's surprise to, obviously the Sheikah wasn't causing all this.

"You don't look okay." Ike said suspiciously.

"I'm fine." The voice that snapped out was not Zelda's. It was huskier, beautiful but angry. It was Sheik's. Ike's eyes widened momentarily in abject surprise. Zelda's stared at him shocked, "I'm sorry Ike, I-I-I didn't get enough sleep last night…In fact I'm going to make it up right now!"

Zelda flashed him a smile, shrugged of Peach, ignored Link and sprinted up to her room, pain erupting everywhere.

Zelda collapsed on her bed, hands around her stomach as she curled into a ball and clenched her eyes in pain.

Zelda moaned quietly. Sheik gnashed Zelda's teeth. The elfin princess fought through the pain, flipping through her mental files of magic. What was happening?

What the hell is going on? Sheik hissed.

I don't know. Zelda whimpered.

Zelda's mouth opened in a wordless cry of pain, she felt like half her body was being split in half. Dots began to pierce Zelda's vision and then everything went white.

5….10…15…minutes later

Ice cold water hit Zelda full on and the elegant princess bolt up ready to scream at someone. Blue eyes met red. Zelda's eyes magnified to the size of dinner plates and then she fainted again.

Sheik rolled her eyes and grabbed the second pitcher of water, which she had the foresight to grab. With great relish Sheik held out her hand, twisted her wrist and watched Zelda get soaked, again. Zelda sat up looking at Sheik her eyes in total panic. The Sheikah stared back down at Zelda. Her lithe form clad in her normal blue, her face hidden behind layers of bandages and one blood-red eye staring at Zelda, unmoving, unnerving and predatory.

"Oh my goddesses." Zelda whispered, staring up at her alter ego, who by the way, was in a completely separate body.

Sheik grinned. A manic gleam in her crimson eye.

"We are in so much trouble."

"Trouble?" Sheik said, shifting her weight to her right foot, and lifting her elbow to rest her face on her palm. "This is gonna be fun."

So, hi. Um. Sheik is pretty badass, and she doesn't really have a lot of stories out there, so I thought I'd contribute.

Constructive criticism is welcome, I appreciate you reading this story. Of course I don't own anything, if I did I'd be a freaking billionaire.

This chapter is pretty slow, my humor has most likely failed, but next chapter will definitely be better. Don't worry Sheik will spend more time at Smash mansion then at Shadow Brawl, I'll put up maybe a few of her fights but I'll keep the plot setting at something everyone knows about, cuz well, Shadow Brawl is fake.

I am using Sheik as a girl because in SSBB she not only has a braid but, ahem, some serious curves, so yeah. Also Sheik and Zelda are separate people, and I know that other people have their opinions about the whole Zelda/Sheik thing which I respect, but Sheik's her own in this fic.

Please Review, you guys are what makes writing these stories worth it.