Ha! The sequel of Green Sheikah is finally here! This story was inspired by the songs "I Hate Everything About You" by Three Days Grace and "You Can't Take Me" by Bryan Adams. Even if you haven't read Green Sheikah you will probably still understand this. But that isn't a garentee.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Legend of Zelda, but I would really love to. Or I could just have Sheik and Dark Link. That would be fine.

Chapter 1

Of Dark and Grey

The moon towered over me as I stood in the knee high grass. I stared up at the golden orb blankly and yet transfixed. It's not that I liked it; it's just that I have nothing better to do. It has been years since Ganondorf's defeat, many years, and now I am alone. Not only am I alone, I am angry. I am angry at the moon, I am angry at the grass I stand on, I am angry at the people that trod on it before me, I am angry at Hyrule, I am angry at the world.

I am angry at myself.

I am Dark Link.

Dark Link. That was what they named me, Dark Link. No, I am not just Link, I am Dark. I am not aloud to be Link, no, because that was the king's name. Yes, King Link and Queen Zelda, everybody just loves the perfect pair. Who would want to marry? How stupidly pointless would that be? It is a complete and total waste of time. Who would you meet that you would want to see everyday for the rest of your pathetic life? It just irritates me to no end when I am present if a wedding is happening. That arrogant fool, Link, asked me to be the best man at his wedding over 17 years ago. How could such an incredulous question flow out of his ignorant mouth? Could he not tell that I hated him so? First the ball, then a wedding?! The thoughts of those days just make my blood boil. Link…I hate you. You stole everything from me! Everything! First you stole my pride when you defeated me at the Water Temple, but then you had to diminish me to nothingness when you invited me to your new home, which just happens to be a castle…

It isn't fair that you get everything and I nothing. I just hope that I was born first. That is what I hope. Though I get tired of you stealing everything from me, there is one thing that I can claim from being born first. My face. Yes, yes! My face is your face, so if I was born first, it would be in fact that you are stealing my face and that would mean…what would that mean? I sigh, because of my not knowing. Even if he did steal my looks…I won't be able to get them back. No…not after Link defeated me. I will never be able to show my face around Hyrule without people mistaking me as the knight on his noble steed, Link. Once I look up from my so called name being called the people scream and run away. Red eyes, apparently, are not the most charming thing. Now people just avoid the figure known as the shadow of Link. If the figure wears black and not green, these people tell their children, do not approach it. For it is not our king, it is a nightmare. Humph, referring to me as 'it' when it is perfectly clear that I am a man. A man…a person…I'm a living being just like everyone else, but nobody seems to notice or care for that matter. I hate this world. I hate this life. I hate it!

The maiden of Sadness. That is what they call me. Can you believe that? Or at least that is what they call me in Hyrule. The Zoras call me Mourning. No, not like day break morning, but death Mourning. Everything you can think of that has to do with sadness, they call me. But I am not Mourning, or maiden of Sadness, I am Shema. The daughter of the blue Sheikah, Sheik, and the green Sheikah, Khema. I am also the sister of the red Sheikah, Kheisho. I am unlike them, for I am a grey Sheikah. Throughout time the grey Sheikahs have been known for there depression, but assuming that I'm always depressed is taking it way to far! So, I'm not fiery and pumped up like my older brother, Kheisho! So, I'm not sensual and deep like my father, Sheik! So, I'm not happy and strong like my mother, Khema! So, what?! I'm not them! I'm Shema! I'm my own person. Stop comparing me to everyone else. It hurts. The one person that people compare me to constantly is my brother, Kheisho. Since I'm the youngest of the twins, supposedly, I have to act like the older one. The more and more people assumed that I was fiery the more and more the fire in me extinguished. Don't get me wrong! I love my family with all my heart, especially Kheisho! We are one and the same even though we don't look identical. Over the years of sadness that took hold of me, my hair seemed to follow suite. Unlike my brother's hair of pure sunshine, my hair looks like it came straight from a widow's grief. My hair is grey, as grey as the suite that I wear. Another thing that my brother and I don't share is eyes. His eyes are wondrously beautiful. They look as though they hold the very fire that Kheisho has within them. They are a perfect orange with a perfect tinge of red. My eyes…are black. Pitch black. They barely reflect light. As you can probably tell, I'm quite the colorless piece of work. I am the portrait of depression. I can't help but wonder how I turned out like this. I ask my self why I don't look or act like the rest of my family a lot. But no matter what, they always look at me like I'm the most beautiful thing they have ever seen. Why?

"I don't understand." I say to nobody.

I have been walking across Hyrule since the sunset. I told my parents and my brother that I was going on a trip and I would be home whenever. They seemed to understand that I wanted to get a taste of adventure just like Sheik and Khema did, but I still wonder if they fully understood my journey to no where.

'I guess I can't change that now.'

I made it over the mountain and I have crossed silently through the village of Kakariko. I passed the castle and followed the curve around the ranch. And now I'm trudging through the tall grass that led to a hidden forest entrance that I have found near the gates of Lake Hylila. I'm pretty sure that nobody else has found it, but I could be wrong. I can't help but pause before I walk through. The moon was simply marvelous tonight. I have never seen it that big before. I lean up against the rock near the entrance decided to watch it a little longer. I doubt when I'm in this dense forest I would be able to look up and admire the moon whenever I felt like it. A while ago, Malon's daughter, Maylei, and I ventured in it with a couple of the ranch horses. We got a few yards into before we had to turn back for the horses' sake. We were in practically complete darkness. Every once in awhile the moon or a couple of stars would peak out from in-between the branches, but other then that, you had to rely on instinct and you had to wait for your eyes to adjust to the abnormal screen of shadow. Maylei was just as afraid as the horses were, but she said as long as I was with her, she would follow. So loyal, she is. I couldn't ask for a better friend. If I find a nice and safe path, I will take her next time. But for now, I don't want her to get hurt, so, she stays. I'm sure she will be angry with me, but she'll understand later.

The moon is starting to annoy me. It has slowly gotten brighter and brighter and I don't like the light. I sigh and walk lazily back to the entrance to my hidden forest infested home. I love it in there, it is absolutely perfect. It's dark, so my eyes won't hurt in the light. It has very few creatures in it, so I won't have to worry about something attacking. Even if there were creatures in there that would attack me, I doubt that they could defeat me. As I high stepped through the grass, I rub my eyes with the heels of my hands. It is a habit that I can't seem to break. I'm not sure why I do it, but for a few paces I continued to rub my eyes until I feel the chill of the entrance leading to my home. I take a deep breath and am surprised to smell a strange scent. I sniff and concluded that it was a smell of honey and almond. I quirked my eyebrow and looked around. Though I hate admitting this…I was quite surprised to see a small figure leaning up against the boulder beside the entrance. It was staring straight into my eyes and I to its. I look for a challenge in the pools of obsidian, but can't find any. It…or she if I look at her closely, is just there. Not for any reason that would concern me. I flick my eyes towards the entrance of my forest, signaling to her that I don't mean to fight and she is welcome to either go in or leave. If I remember right, breaking eye contact with a Sheikah meant peace or something like that; keeping eye contact however, is a disaster waiting to happen. Especially if you are in a bad mood and don't feel like smiling and resume the face of glaring. Sheikahs won't like that. I couldn't help but admire her ability to blend with the large rock. Her suite matched greatly. I also couldn't help but notice that she had a small pack. She must be traveling. I watched her as she picked up her pack and hoisted it onto her back. She closed her eyes and inclined her head. A Sheikah 'thank you' for not fighting with them if they don't feel like it. I don't know why, but I have always thought that Sheikahs had this, I-don't-give-a-crap type of nature. They only seem to fight when they feel like it or if they are in situations where no other way is necessary and they refuse to do something unless there is a generally reasonable reason to why they have to do it. I don't want to call them wild, but what other word would you say to describe their spirit? Free, maybe? I don't know, but I have always admired the Sheikahs. But I doubt that I will ever tell any one of them that. Especially…Kheisho…he would find the exact opposite meaning of what I said and blurt it out to the world. Now he is wild. He is supposed to have a sister…Shema I think her name was; she was accepted as a grey Sheikah. I assume this female grey Sheikah in front of me is her. I mean the only Sheikahs that anybody knows of are Impa, Sheik, Khema, and the twins. Yes, this is Shema the Maiden of Sadness. Strange, she doesn't seem sad.
The man dressed in all black watched me as I picked up my things. I nodded my thanks and prepared to walk into the entrance. His eyes seemed to be narrowed as he watched me. Maybe he recognized me from the way I dress. Who else would wear a dull grey suite and cowl? Only Shema. I gave him one last look and nod before I stepped into the darkness of the forest. To my extremely great surprise he followed. Or at least I think he was following. We seemed to be heading the same direction. I gave him quick gazes now and then and after awhile I just straight out stared at him. After awhile, I guess my stare got on his nerves for he walked sideways a couple of steps so we were even more distant from each other then turned his straightforward glare to me. His leer said one thing, 'what are you looking at? Who, the hell do you think you are?'

I smiled a small smile and it obviously reached my eyes for he glared harder and turned his face away. We continued walking together in total silence. Actually, I assumed that I was going to be the one breaking it, but it was actually him. That caught me off guard a little.

"Shema." He says without looking at me.

I arched an eyebrow and looked at him. Then he looked at me with an annoyed face.

"Your name is Shema."

It was more of a statement then a question, but I answered, "Yes," anyway.

He nodded and we walked on.

"And you are…" I saw trailing off.

For a long time he didn't say a word. Finally he replied, "You don't know?"

I shake my head.

"Who do you think I am?"

I narrow my eyes at the strange counter question then say, "Well, you resemble King Link almost creepily, but you have red eyes and have black hair."

"Obviously I am not the King."

I nod, "Yes, I know."

"But I look more like a doppelganger, don't I?"

"Well, I don't want to offend you."

"You won't."

"Well then, yes you do look like one. What is your name?"

His jaw clenched a little bit before he answered, "My name is…Dark…Link."

I nod, "It suites you," and resume walking without a word.

He turned a confused to me. He obviously thought I was going to explain what I meant.

"Well?" he says.

"What?"

"Aren't you going to say why I should be called Dark Link?"

"If you want me to explain then I will."

"I do."

This has had to be the most I have spoken in a long time. She is starting to explain now why I should be called 'dark' instead of just Link.

She places her hand under her chin so that two fingers pressed against it, her other hand came up and griped the bicep of her arm, "Well, you see, you were black and King wears Green, you have black hair and King has blonde hair, you have red eyes and King has blue eyes."

I waited for her to say 'and the fact that you are evil and King isn't, is another reason why you should be called Dark,' but she didn't say a word after she explained my looks and my clothes. It was clear that this girl truly did not know who I am. I couldn't help but notice that she seemed to be enjoying the walk through the barely lit forest.

"You know for a Maiden of Sadness, you don't look to sad."

I smirked when I saw her eye twitch; I have hit a very sensitive nerve.

"Just because," she says slowly, "I am a grey Sheikah does not mean I am the picture child of tears!"

"Oh contra, my little Sheikah, it does," I say goading her on, "What were you not good enough for the other clans so they threw you away into the grey one?"

She stopped dead in her tracks and gave me a very sinister glare.

I didn't know why, but it felt good picking a fight with someone again, "You must've cried or something when you found out that they didn't want you in any of the clans. That's why they threw you in the clan of rejects. And that is exactly what the Grey Sheikah Clan is," I lean into her face with an evil smile and whisper, "rejects."

"What would you know about it?" she asked through gritted teeth.

I shrug and circle around her, "What is there to know?" I let out a mocking laugh, "Everybody knows that the only good grey is a dead grey. What do we need them for?"

Her face morphed into a snarl, but she still held back. So I continued my taunting.

"Prove me wrong, little grey. Tell me some abilities that only the grey Sheikah's have."

She sucked in some air through her nose and held her chin up high as she started to walk away.

"Oh," I say my voice filled with fake sarcasm, "leaving so soon? I was starting to like you"

When she didn't respond I said lowly, "Do you not have any special Sheikah abilities?"

She stopped in her tracks. I can only imagine her face.

"You don't do you?"

Shema turned around with a death glare and yelled, "Shut up!"

I sigh, "Such a pity. I wonder what you family thinks…Poor Sheik and Khema."

Her eyes narrowed even more at the sound of her parents' names.

"To be cursed with something as worthless as you. A noble blue and green with a son of red and a," I waved my hand to her as if in disgust, "daughter of gr—,"

I was cut off at the swish of knives being thrown. It pierced into the tree barely an inch away from my ear.

With a grin I shifted my eyes from the knife, to her, "Ooo, is this a challenge?"

From her eyes I can tell that she looks a lot like Khema. I don't need to peek behind that stupid cowl to know what she looks like. To my surprise she rolled her eyes and turned away from me.

I laugh and say, "Oh, so that was just a warning shot to say 'get and stay away from me', huh?"

She didn't turn around. Shema just continued to walk away with her anger level starting to get even higher.

I knew I should have probably just let her go, but she is just way to much fun! I picked up the run and planted myself directly in front of her. She looked up at me with a blank stare.

"Now this won't do!" I say to her, "You are starting to get bored of me."

She sighed and said, "Let me pass."

"No." I reply simply.

"You will let me pass." She says firmly.

I place one of my hands against the tree next to where we were standing and leaned against it. I bent downwards a little so our faces were closer, "You know, you really need to watch your mouth."

Shema's eyes practically turned red, "And you need to get out of my way!"

She hit me across the face. I probably could have stopped it, but I didn't want to. I grin and push her against the tree with one hand on her throat. I didn't choke her, but I held her.

My grin widened as she fought back, her hand gripped my arm. She was strong. My grin disappeared into a smirk and I looked her up and down, "No…"

She quirked her eyebrow.

I continued, "No, no, you don't need to watch your mouth. I like your attitude. But I think," I moved closer to her face, "I think you need discipline."

I bared my teeth behind my cowl. What the hell is this guy's problem? I growled and head butted him. He doubled over in surprise and held his head. I reached for my knives and gasped when I found that the spot I hid them in was empty. The aspect of fighting him with my fists and legs were not as appealing as the thought of fighting him with blades. I felt his hand clasp my ankle and pull me down. I fell down with a rather loud thud. He crawled over to me so that now I was pretty much under him. He had both of his hands planted on either side of my head. I rolled over and prepared to kick out and maybe knock some of the air out of him, but once I was on all fours he got up so that he was on his knees so that he was directly behind me. He wrapped his arms around me and laid his chin on my shoulder.

"You fight dirty, little grey." He leaned his head over so his cheek pressed against mine, "I like that in a woman."

I growl and elbow him in the chest and yelled, "Screw you, Dark Link!"

Though I was now up and he was on all fours on the ground getting back the air I knocked out he replied, "Oh Shema," there was a strange glint in his eyes, "Don't give me ideas."

Out of spite I kicked him one last time in the stomach satisfied with the grunt he let out and walked away.

I didn't go after her as I regained my composure and stood tall. She was fun though. The most enjoyable yet. This forest will lead her straight back to me one day. I wonder where she thinks she will appear when she makes it to the other side. Surely she doesn't think it would be anything pretty. I laugh to myself and strode away slowly taking my time as I went home. She already hates everything about me, but the fun has just started.

Author's Note

So what da'ya think? I shall be waiting for the reveiws! Yes, I know I made Dark Link a bit of a pervert, but who's to say he isn't? He isn't exactly nice and all so...Well, this is just how I picture him. A smartass, if you excuse the crude language. He is quite cocky isn't he? -stares at him- Anyway, I hope you like this new story. The poll answers were (obviously if you read the story) Girl: Grey and Boy: Red. Thanks for reading!

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