Title: How Sheik Got Her Name
By: Sassy-Vixen
Summary: Being a princess sounds like a dream come true for the average teenage girl, but for me it isn't. Especially when you're expected to choose a suitor within a week. One that ISN'T your dream guy. ZeldaXSheik.
Author's Note: I've seen a couple of similar type stories about this kind of thing, but I've done my best to come up with something totally different. I've actually finished this entire fic and it has about twenty chapters, and a sequel coming up quickly.
I know how I said Sheik was a girl and all, but I've discovered she's both. I don't know which is more canon, Super Smash Brothers trophies or the Legend of Zelda Manga, but in Smash Bros, Sheik is a girl and in the Manga, Sheik is a guy, so expect a couple of stories from me about ZeldaXSheik and LinkXSheik. I don't like Yaoi or Yuri, so the pairings are straight forward.
Also, the Sheik in the beginning chapters is entirely different to Zelda's alter ego, so don't get them mixed up, okeydoke. And the characters are slightly out of character, but for a good reason.
Some of the events in the fic may be fact, may be crap. If you're confused, just PM me.
Disclaimer: I don't own the game, but I sure as hell wish I did.
Chapter One: My Life In A Nutshell.
"Princess?"
There was an annoying pull at my shoulder. Fighting the urge to not roll over and scratch the shit out of their face, I smiled peacefully and mumbled an "Mm?"
"Princess, its time to get up," From the voice, I recognised Impa, my nursemaid. She left the side of my bed and pulled open my curtains daringly. My teeth grounded together. "Your classes start soon."
With that, she left the room and allowed me to sulk about my life.
My name is Zelda. I'm currently seventeen years old and I'm a princess, which I guess to the normal teenage girl is a dream come true. For me, it isn't.
I live in the Castle of Market Town, in the land of Hyrule. It's a pretty cool land. Neighbouring territories are Lake Hylia; home of the Zora, the fisherman guy and the creepy scientist, Gerudo Valley; which is home to the Gerudo, who are desert thieves, Death Mountain; home of the Goron and the Lost Woods, and well, no one knows much about them, because you get lost in them. How ironic.
Of course, there is another tribe, the Sheikah, whom pledge their lives to protect us. I suppose if they originated from anywhere, it'd be Kakariko Village. They're pretty much the Royal Guard. Impa is a Sheikah.
"Princess!"
Oh, right. I was getting ready for classes, wasn't I?
Getting out of bed was a tedious task itself. Of course it didn't help that my bed was far bigger than anyone else's and extremely soft as well. I managed to climb off and make my way to my vanity. I sleepily sat down and glanced in the mirror.
"Ugh, I look like crap." I mumbled to myself. A yawn escaped me as I reached for my brush to brush my hair. My movements were sluggish, but can you blame me? When a girl wakes up, the first thing she wants to do is contemplate life in bed, not get ready for classes!
The door opened, but it didn't surprise me.
"Yeesh Princess," Impa muttered, taking fast strides towards me. I didn't complain as she yanked me from the stool, stripped me of my nightgown and dressed me in my dress, treating me like a rag doll. "You're going to have to clean up your act. The King is still scouting for a suitor, you know."
I knew all right. The fact was I didn't care because I wasn't marrying. I already had my dream boy picked out for me. And no, it wasn't the picture of Shiro, Hyrule's best guard I had stuck on my ceiling. Yeah, I kinda had a crush on him. He was hot. Get over it.
No one knew about that, of course. One would wonder where in Hyrule I got that, but I had my sources.
No, the object of my affections was Impa's younger brother, and Gods was he something!
He wasn't overly muscular. He didn't rely on being headstrong, as most Sheikah don't. He is lithe, and graceful, like a cat. Agile, staminal and stealthy. Gods, just thinking about him is making me drool, and that's not a good sign. Anyway, he has gorgeous blonde hair that spiked up at the back, and deep, crimson coloured eyes. Both his ears are pierced, a honourable sign of being a Sheikah warrior. He's tanned too, because he goes on a lot of adventures—
"Princess?"
I glanced up at Impa who had somehow managed to get me back to my vanity without breaking my trance. "Yes?"
"You're fantasizing about him again, aren't you?"
A blush played on my face. Of course Impa knew. It'd be strange for her not to know. He was her younger brother and she was my nursemaid. "Maybe."
She laughed lightly and proceeded to yank the comb through my dark blonde/light brown hair. Truth be told, I don't even know what colour it is! My hair has changed that many bloody times!
Anyway, it wasn't as if I could stop thinking about him. He was assigned to be my personal bodyguard a while back.He did a pretty good job of it too. The only thing I'd change is the amount of time he spends with me. Which is none. I don't think he likes me much…
"Done," Impa smiled proudly, admiring her work in the mirror. I glanced up too. She had powdered my face to make it look healthier and smoother, highlighted my eyes with eyeliner and mascara and applied blush to bring forth my high cheekbones. The lip-gloss didn't go astray either. My hair was tied back into a simple braid and hung over my shoulder. "You like it?"
"For someone with no women in their family and who isn't overly feminine, you're very good at appearances." I mused, patting my hair down. "I love it, thanks Impa."
Her face hardened again. "Now, time for those classes!"
I groaned, rolled my eyes and made a scene. Classes were gay. Okay, maybe some weren't, but others were. I didn't like Manners class, I hated the Letter Writing class and I despised the Math class!
Although, I did get a boon out of Magic, History, Literature and Dancing. Both Impa and Sheik, her brother, accompanied me to these classes unless father had ordered they busy themselves elsewhere. I liked it like that, because it made me feel like I had classmates. Even if one hardly talked to me and the other was almost old enough to be my mother.
So I got up and walked with Impa to my first class, Manners. Sheik was waiting beside the doorway for us. He didn't come into my room, because, well, my appearance in the morning when I first wake up is enough to stop and reflect a ReDead's gaze.
We all walked in silence, and it didn't go unnoticed by me that he looked angelic as always. I kept my chin high and head forward, something I had learned from Manners class. To the other people in the castle, I looked like I had my head screwed on straight and my thoughts together. To those people, I say HA! What do they know about a teenage girl who's infatuated with her bodyguard?
Impa handed me my books as we reached the room. I rarely talked when Sheik was around, and if I did, it was loud enough for only Impa to hear. She grinned as I pouted and sighed.
"Do I really have to do this class? Aren't I nice enough?"
"Did you think I missed witnessing your eye-rolling and teeth-grinding this morning?" Impa replied, raising an icy-blue coloured eyebrow.
"Well, I was hoping you did." I shrugged, grinning slightly. Impa smirked.
"I've got to go, and so does Sheik. We'll be back in time to escort you to your next class."
"Seriously, why do I need an escort around my own home?" I mumbled, mostly to myself.
"Because you never know who's lurking around the castle walls," Impa reminded me. "Remember when Link—"
I grinned. "Yes Impa."
"Okay, off you go before we both get into trouble."
"Don't you mean me?" I asked, frowning. Who the hell could punish Impa?
"No, I'll get into trouble by the King." She frowned. Oh yeah. I guess that was pretty blonde of me.
"Right." I nodded. Impa opened the class doors and I stepped in, meeting the eager gaze of my tutor, Mr. Seta, who I thought was way too into Manners.
I sat outside on the grass with Impa, stretching and relaxing after a hard days worth of classes. Manners class was boring. It was mind boggling keeping track of the entire collection of cutlery. There were at least seven spoons set before me and I had to pick which one I used first at dinner. I tried telling the mad man that I ate with a knife and fork, not a spoon.
He hushed me and demanded that I pick one up. So, I did. It was round, mostly and had little fork thingies at the top. A Spork, because it was a spoon and a fork. I have no idea why we'd need one of those, but anyway, it was the wrong one, and for being stupid about Manners (seriously, what the hell!) I had to read a guide on Manners for homework, which you can see I'm highly please about.
English was cool. Just had to read a script and write it out again. History was cool. Learning about Gerudos. "Apparently," this is my tutor talking "Gerudos aren't only thieves. They're pirates too!" Not that the information wasn't great, Mr. Gordon, but what's the difference? They both steal!
Maths. No comment. 'Nuff said.
Magic was absolutely brilliant. My tutor, who is the great Impa who sits beside me, if teaching me a transformation technique! How cool is that? Oh yeah!
And well, dancing was great, but I didn't like the guy I was dancing with. Andre. He kept complaining about me stepping on his toes. I had to learn somewhere!
So, here we are, staring up at the setting sun, just reminiscing about the day.
"What'd you do, Impa?" I asked casually, squinting my eyes slightly. I loved how the sun was giving me a tan-like glow, because I can't tan. I just burn. If only Sheik could see me now!
"Hm?"
"Today, I mean," I corrected. "What did you have to do?"
"Oh, Manna and I went to the valley," She replied. "Trying to set up a truce."
"A truce with the Gerudo?" I questioned. "How?"
"Well, the male heir that was born…" Impa went on casually. "The King is interested in him."
"Why?"
"Because he's a Prince—"
"Oh no you don't!" I cried before I heard anything else. "Not another suitor! Please not another one!"
"It could help set up an alliance." My nursemaid shrugged.
Ha, more like 'Get Your Hands On Hyrule'.
"No. I refuse a Gerudo suitor."
"You refuse any suitor since you set your sights on him." Impa muttered. I blushed and scowled at her.
When we were out in the open like this, Sheik was referred to as him. Sheikah were just so stealthy and silent, you don't know who's lurking around. Even Sheik could be watching from the shadows anywhere! I wonder if he watches me change…
"That's not true," I said defiantly. "What about that guy from Termina?"
"Kafei?" Impa asked. "He's not a Prince."
"Then why was he a suitor?"
"Well the King couldn't find anyone at the time. He's the Mayor of Clock Town's son, and he's married now anyway."
"Darn it," I sulked. "He was kinda cute."
"Look, it's either the Gerudo Prince, the Zora Prince or the Goron's son."
I shuddered. Goron? Zora?
"Not a lot of choice…" I whined. Hm, whom else did I know? That hot guy with the white hair? What was his name? Fierce Deity? "How about Fierce D?"
Impa's eyes almost jumped from their sockets. "Are you mad? He's like, the face of all evil!"
"But he's hot!"
"But he's evil!" Impa countered.
"I'm sure deep down he's got a great personality." I grinned dramatically. "He can't be any worse than the Gerudo."
Impa shook her head in defeat. "Princess, you're not going to give anyone a chance, are you?"
"Would you give a Zora or a Goron a chance?" I questioned, eyeing her intently. "I mean, come Wedding Night—"
"And we aren't supposed to talk of that!" She covered.
"What? Wedding Night?" I asked confused. What was so bad talking about Wedding Night?
"Yes! We all know what happens Wedding Night!"
"Well, imagine that with a Goron or a Zora!" I cried out exasperated. "How am I supposed to conceive a child?"
"Bet you'd like to conceive a child with him." Impa cackled, holding her stomach. I went bright red and threw grass in her face. She replied with 'Pbbt Pbbbt Pbbbbt!' the sound of someone spitting grass out of his or her mouth. The expression is funnier than the sound.
Suddenly, there was a puff of smoke in front of us. This of course, caused me to shit myself, excuse the non-princess language. Impa though, was used to everyone jumping out willy-nilly at her and didn't seem phased.
"Dinner time." As the smoke cleared, I looked up to see Sheik standing there, arms crossed and a look of arrogance over his face. He seemed uncaring, but I seemed googly-eyed in love because Impa had to pinch my hand to break me from my trance.
"Thanks Sheik." Impa nodded. I smiled softly and pulled myself together. He vanished in another puff of smoke before our eyes.
"Seriously, do any Sheikah use doors?"
"No."
"How come?"
"It makes us look cooler."
"Ah." I said, going through the door right behind me.
Sorry if it seemed short, but dinner is calling!
Erm, if you have any questions, like I said, just PM me. I'll be updating this more than other fics because this is finished. And if you have noticed any mistakes, please tell me and I'll change them right away!
R&R!
-Sassy-Vixen