I hate you: Sorta, Maybe, Kinda!

The following story is made up of 6000 words! This is for Stupendous Jimbo's Contest and I don't own anything.

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Warning: Changing PoVs!

Chapter 1!

Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful princess who lived in a magical palace... but this story isn't about the wonderful lady. It's about her captured best friend who lives in the same palace except she's absolutely bored out of her brain.

I can't believe I am stuck with him all weekend. It's a beautiful Saturday morning, and instead of being outside, stealing and terrorizing innocents, I was stuck inside. Waiting for Marth... sorry... Prince Marth to arrive and spend the weekend. I'm supposed to be spending time with Marth's friend, Ike, while he and Zelda discuss regal issues. Uggh... why can't Zelda get Link to do it?

I'll bet he doesn't prank, torture or do anything worthwhile. All my useless playmates never do.

I glared at my princess as she practically floated into the room and asked her why I was doing it again.

Then she told me that she'll steal all my needles and knives... stupid princess. She knows how to get under my skin... fighting and mad insanity is all I care for.

If you don't know who I am, my name is Sheik. Best friend and protector of Princess Zelda of the kingdom of Hyrule. Though you couldn't tell that because I was muttering none-too-pleasant curses at her and saying I hated her.

You want to know more about me? I'm the girl who's kicking the carriage when it doesn't open up, the girl who's threatening the person who dares insult me and the girl who is probably swearing at you because your horse is so slow and you're holding up traffic. Yep, I'm that girl.

She didn't reply, instead choosing to look over me critically. She nags me to clean up... even though my stained outfit is perfectly fine. She wants me to take off my cowl and get changed, so I can look presentable...

Why would I look presentable for a boring (girly) prince and his lackey? In truth, I was so mad; I picked out the worst clothes I had, dragged my hair through the dirt and smashed my head through the pantry.

Obviously, I was not happy about this. Let me be alone and comfortable already!

She tells me to clean up and get out of here otherwise my precious needles and my whip will go in the frikkin fire.

Damn her. Stupid prince, Stupid lackey.

I grumbled as I sat in the carriage of the prince's. I was being taken to spend time with some stupid lackey of the princess he was meeting. No... She's not his girlfriend. His fiancé is this boring bluenette who is so... well... she's nice. But regardless, this situation is frustrating enough to make me yell!

Back to my problem... I was being forced to meet some jerk (or asshole or something) and stay at their place for the entire weekend.

I muttered my hatred to the prince... then he has the nerve to laugh at me. Jerk. He tells me this is for my own good... become more social. I had to agree... not because he was the prince or he was right, but my sword was at risk and I would have gone mad without it. Ragnell is my precious and we won't be separated!

My name is Ike Greil. I am the world's most bored best friend and screwed protector of a prince. I was stuck, going to my doom, dammit! I was going to be stuck all weekend with some other random person I never even met before. This weirdo probably is some pathetic guard or some girly, annoying handmaiden.

At least castle looked decent enough and it'd be almost like home in Altea... or so I thought. The outside seemed okay but when we pulled inside the walls... uggh. At least Marth is bothered cleaning up after me.

I noticed some ninja-person coming out of an outhouse. The cowled figure kicked a decaying pot plant, spat on several blood splattered walls and stuck a doll's head on a sharp stick before vanishing into thin air.

This place looked charming. Even the handymen were...

We did the usual royal escort inside and... it was all blah blah blah. I'm a mercenary and a guardian of the prince. I don't pay attention to such details.

We walked in, and I kicked three small blonde kids (two twins and a random) in my frustration. I'm not a mean guy... I just didn't like them laughing at my tattered clothes and the way they were talking about my... sissy prince. So I got my revenge... and got punched by some elf in green. They muttered something about me being like another Sheik. Who the hell was that?

Eh, I'm getting distracted. Anyway, we made it into the throne room where Prince Marth greeted the brunette princess while I just glared my super evil death glare. I enjoyed that the princess shivered when I did said stare. The sooner I was kicked out of here, the better. Just by looking at this place, I knew I'd be bored.

They introduced themselves and talked about boring formal stuff I can't be bothered to explain. Trust me... I have a big attention span usually and I got bored. Then (after pounding my head into a wall... internally) some servants took my bags and Princess Zelda announced she was going to introduce me to my playmate. Joy.

The castle was very vintage, like the castle back in our neighboring country: towers, wings as well as heaps of floors and basements... not to mention lots of stone and purple carpeting and banners. It was a traditional Hylian style-castle I've seen in textbooks. However, when Zelda brought us to what seemed like an almost isolated wing, she abruptly requested for the guards to leave.

I had a bad feeling about this place. There were dead animals everywhere... and fungus was growing out of the cracks in the walls. Princess Zelda opened the door for me to meet my new playmate.

I swear the prince had a heart attack when he saw the untidiness of the room. Me? Eh... it was kind of like my room at home. There were some burn marks and blood everywhere, but otherwise, it was completely normal; with ripped couches, broken tables and... well... this area was definitely a living quarters. It was just really messy.

My playmate was sitting on the couch. The blonde was playing some sort of magical checkers... boring. The figure grunted in greeting.

I sat down on a chair, not even bothering to grunt back, and started looking at my sword. Hmmm... Ragnell did need a good cleaning. There's still crusty blood all over it from the last fool who tried to hit Prince Marth.

Speaking of fools; out of the corner of my eye, I saw Prince Marth and Princess Zelda looking at us helplessly: the stranger and I completely ignoring each other. What did they care? Couldn't they just leave us to be anti-social in peace?

Prince Marth surprised me when waved his hand in front of his face. I didn't notice that tiara-wearing, blue pansy snuck up on me. Then he tells me to show some manners. He's one to talk! Sneaking up on someone is not good manners!

I glare. Seriously. When have I shown manners?

Then we argue about saying hello to... Sheik. I had to obey because Prince Marth said he won't stop bugging me unless I say it. He may be my prince, but his stupid voice gives me a stupid headache.

I stood up and proceeded to aim my 'death glare' at Sheik, who was also standing up and glaring at me. Sheik had a similar look to me... but of course my one was so much more impressive.

If I get lucky I'll get sick all weekend. Then I won't have to see this Sheik... I could tell this person was going to be a pain already.

Then the blonde went back to using the checker pieces, while I started polishing my sword.

Marth and Zelda warned us about taking away Ragnell (in my opponent's case, pointy things.) At least I knew this person wasn't such a sissy... they might be good combat practice... might.

Sheik and I both snapped our heads up and glared at the royals. Then, I glared at Sheik and the ninja-looking person did the same.

The blonde told me that he(?) was so happy I could come... sounding like he meant the opposite of what he said.

I responded I was happy to be here... disgust evident in my voice. However, the royals looked satisfied, and Sheik and I returned to our own activities.

How I'd like to run... I wonder how many guards are outside. I could get loose and ask my friend Red to pick me up on his fiery dragon.

Then the two royal jerks told us to have fun. Have fun! Seriously? I'm trying to conspire my escape from here and they're asking me to have fun!

And with that, they left. The second they left, Sheik and I started glaring at each other: trying to see if looks could truly kill. His red on my blue clashed before we turned back to what we were doing, I not being able to stare at that replusive, cowl-covered, tan face any longer.

Fun my ass.

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