I haven't written any type of story in a very long, so I hope I'm doing well so far. ^.^ This story will contain yaoi, so if you don't like it, don't read it. Sheik in this story is male, not Zelda in disguise. If you don't like that, than like I said, don't read this story. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Legend of Zelda or any of it's characters.

Chapter One: Dancing With Fire

I couldn't keep my eyes off of him and the way his body moved when he danced. It was breathtaking. The flames flickered around his body as he spun, the tiny balls of fire shining brightly in the dull grey of twilight. I was amazed. He was truly good at what he does. His blonde hair was pushed back with a head band, his hair lying flat against his head to keep the fire from singeing his locks. He was beautiful. The man was wearing baggy dark brown pants that hung loosely on his hips. He was not wearing a shirt, and upon his neck was adorned a necklace made from shark teeth. I watched as he took another spin, the poi swinging behind his back gracefully as he brought them back down into a butterfly pattern. His body moved in perfect rhythm to the music as he danced.

I stood there, watching the man intently. I was wearing skin tight blue pants. The blue long-sleeved shirt I had on was just as tight. Something was missing though. I couldn't help but frown as I looked down at my clothes. Normally there was a red eye emblazoned in the center of that shirt, but for now, I had it covered. I can't have anyone recognizing me, now can I? My kind aren't exactly welcome in most places. To emphasize that fact, I had a cowl over my head to hide my face. To be honest, I was proud of my heritage. I didn't like hiding myself from the world, but it had to be done. Sighing, I returned my gaze to the lithe body of the fire dancer and once again I was enraptured by the elegance portrayed by this man.

The drummers slowed down the tempo of their tribal drums and the man slowed down his poi along with them, moving them back and forth. He moved his hips in tune with the beat, his poi spinning in front, behind, and then side to side. It was seductive. His cerulean eyes locked onto mine and he grinned. Bastard. He knew I was staring. I couldn't help it. His muscles flexed as he spun the poi around his body leisurely. He just had to be shirtless, didn't he? I shifted and pulled my cowl further up my face to hide my blush. The man kept his eyes on mine as he brought his toys up above his head into a drawn out four-beat windmill. I gaped as he opened his arms back up into compound circles and spun the poi slowly in perfect flower patterns. You could see the petals clearly as the fire left tracers in the wake of his spins.

He smiled as he brought his poi back in front of his body, moving into three, five, and then seven beat weaves. When he got to a nine beat, I scoffed. Show off. I spun poi myself, but I had yet to get past a three beat weave. I was no where near as good as this man. Hell, I didn't even feel myself good enough to even attempt spinning with fire yet. He seemed to have complete control over his planes. It was like his poi were an extension of his own body. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face and I almost drooled. Almost. I do not drool, damn it!

The sun drifted further down the horizon and with it, the poi this man spun so gracefully became increasingly more vivid. I was entranced. The beat of the drums sped up and he leapt into the air. He spun in a full circle with the poi spinning in an orbital at the front of his body, chasing each other in a small circle. Simply amazing, I thought to myself as he landed fluidly, kicking up sand from the beach when he hit the ground. I found myself glancing at the water from the ocean. The fire from the dancer's poi reflected off the surface beautifully. I sighed in content.

This was why I started spinning. I wanted to be that good. Truly, I am a performer at heart and this would be yet another skill with which to entertain. It was relaxing and I already spun staff, so why not? I could imagine myself doing the very same thing as this man. I continued to watch when, unfortunately, the drumming stopped abruptly and the man's dance was over. Damn. The small crowd surrounding him applauded briefly before departing, probably headed back to the small village that wasn't too far off. Ordon I think it was called.

Why did it have to be over? I was a little frustrated at that. I contemplated going over there and asking him for another dance, but I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't even notice the man was walking towards me. Shit, I thought. What do I say?

"Hi there," he said with a smirk, eyes glistening. "I noticed you watching me." He paused. "Why are you over here by yourself?" He pulled off the headband, blonde hair falling into place and framing his face. It was dark, but even then I could tell how bright his hair was. Like the sun, I thought to myself, how fitting.

"I was," I said nonchalantly, moving a lock of silver hair out of my eyes. I ignored the last part. "You were very good." I couldn't keep my eyes off of him.

"Thanks." He smiled at me, which soon turned into a frown. "Ummm... what's with that cowl? Are you a performer here?"

"Sort of." I lied. "Not today though."

"Oh...well, ok. Can't you take it off then?" He questioned inquisitively.

"No," I said bluntly. "I... get cold easily." I was not, under any circumstances, taking off my cowl!

"Oh..." He wasn't convinced. "Well, anyway, you should come back tomorrow night." He waggled his eyebrows, "I'll be doing another set," he said in a sing song voice, to which I rolled my eyes. How childish.

"Maybe." I'll definitely come back.

"By the way," he started, "what's your name? Mine's Link." He scratched the back of his head nervously. Where was that confidence you had just a minute ago.

"Shadow", I thought quickly, to which he looked at me skeptically. Damn, how original, I thought. He can't know my real name though.

"Is that really your name?" He inquired, apparently seeing right through my ruse. I had no reply.

"Well, anyway," he frowned, "I'll see you around. Goodbye... Shadow." Link said the last part sarcastically. I rolled my eyes.

"Goodbye Link."

I watched him climb back into his caravan, probably to drink and enjoy himself before joining the rest of his troupe in slumber. It made me miss my own troupe.

Yes, I thought, I'll definitely come back tomorrow.