Hi guys! I've been busy today! Two one-shots, and now this. This is my first multi-chapter story. Personally, I like it.

Summary: High school AU fic. Shink. Sheik moves to a new boarding school, closed up and anti-social. Can the most popular guy in school, basketball superstar Link, bring him out of his shell? Or will his mysterious past keep him from opening up? Sheik's P.O.V.

Disclaimer: I don't own it. I have no claim on The Legend of Zelda, its characters, or anything related.

Warnings: Ok, this is an AU fic. Sheik is a guy. Male. I know the whole Sheik-is-Zelda thing is a big argument, but this is fanfiction. That means that I can make Sheik a guy; and I did. Second warning- This is a Shink story, which means slash, which means that two guys are all googly-eyed over each other. If you don't like that, please hit the back button.

So, since you've now been presented with the warnings, I will laugh at you if I get flames of the Sheik-is-Zelda or Slash-is-Stupid variety. I will laugh while I make smores.

For the rest of you, please enjoy!

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I knew it. The weather knew it. Even my neighbor's dog knew it. Today was not going to be a good day.

It was my first day at a new high school. Not uncommon, but I hadn't been to school in a whole year, and I wasn't looking forward to it now.

The sky was dark gray, reflecting my mood. Chill rain was pounding the ground, the wind whipping in a furious pace. It was a pretty crappy day.

And of course, my neighbor's dog, who had never really liked me anyway, had miraculously escaped his backyard prison, and decided to use his newfound freedom to joyfully take a huge chunk out if my leg.

Today was not my day.

"Sheik."

After I had detached the rouge dog from my leg, shoved my meager belongings in a medium-sized black truck, and climbed in the passenger's seat, my Aunt had pulled out of the driveway. I knew that she was dying to speak to me, but she had refrained for a whole thirty minutes before breaking the tense silence.

"Hm?" I grunted in reply.

"Look at me," came the command. It left no room for objection.

I turned towards my Aunt, Impa Shadows. Her pale white hair was pinned up in a tight ponytail. She was wearing black slacks and a tight black turtleneck. Her red eyes caught mine.

"It's going to be fine."

"I don't want to go."

"Stop moping," Impa commanded. Though her face didn't show any trace of anger, I knew that she was irritated at me. "You can't hide on my couch forever."

"Mmm..." was the only response I gave.

Impa pulled the truck in park and I looked up. A large, brick building loomed in front of us. I could tell that it had several floors. The large sign over the wide, double doors read 'Hyrule High School'.

Surprised at the vacant parking lot, I glanced at the clock. 7:30. So Impa's house was only thirty minutes away.

"I know you don't want to be here, but you're just going to have to suck it up. It'll do you good. Besides, I'll be here."

Yes, Impa was not only my Aunt and legal guardian, but she was also a teacher at my new school. History, my worst subject. I sighed.

I quickly stepped out of the truck and into the cold rain. It didn't take much to carry all of my stuff in one trip; I'm not one for overpacking. As we made our way towards the main school building, Impa pointed out the different buildings to me.

"The gym and cafeteria are connected to the main building. Are and recreation are over there. The buildings to the right are the dorms."

Yes, Impa did just say dorms. Hyrule High was a boarding school. So, I was literally going to be living at school. What a nightmare.

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After we entered the large front doors of the school, Impa pointed me towards the office and then left me there, standing in the hallway alone and dripping cold rainwater onto the carefully polished floor. I made my way to the nearby office and slipped inside.

A nice, sweet smell greeted me. The office was well-kept. The secretary, a motherly looking blonde, smiled at me as I trudged towards her desk.

"Ah, a new arrival. Is this your first year?"

"Yes ma'am," I mumbled politely.

"Just wait one moment, and I'll get you your room key and schedule," she said as she dug through a stack of folders. "You're Sheik Shadows, correct?"

"Yes," I replied, not bothering to wonder how she knew my name.

"Oh, here it is."

She handed me a shiny key and a slip of paper.

"I'll have Saria show you around. You have a while before orientation. Saria should be here soon."

As soon as the secretary had finished talking, the door opened.

"Oh, I'm sorry I'm late!"

I turned and saw a girl standing in the doorway. She wore a pair of green short overalls with a brown long sleeve shirt underneath. Her shortly cropped hair was, much to my surprise, dark green. Her blue eyes flickered to my suitcase and back to my face. A smile broke out on her cheerful face.

"Oh, hi! I'm Saria. Are you new here?"

"Yes. I'm Sheik."

"Could you show him around?" the secretary spoke up from behind me. Saria

nodded happily.

"Of course!"

Saria held the door open for me. I stumbled out into the hallway.

"I'll take you to your room first. What number is it?"

I glanced down at my key.

"Uh, 415."

"Oh, your room's right down the hall from mine. Here, I'll show you."

She led me outside. The rain had slowed to a light drizzle, but we still ran to the dorm building. The first floor was a lobby and lounge area. Fat, comfortable-looking chairs and sofas littered the room, surrounded by coffee tables.

Saria took me up a flight of stairs and through a long hallway. She pointed her room out to me.

"I'm right there in 400. We're practically neighbors!"

She laughed as she led me to my door. I unlocked it, and stepped inside.

It was a small, comfortable room. A soft, single bed was in the corner, near a window that overlooked the school. A loveseat sat near an end table. A small work desk was pushed in the opposite corner, a lone lamp standing on it. Opening a door to my right, I found a small bathroom. There was also a closet near the bed.

All in all, I liked it. I had never been a fan of overly large rooms, and this one was just right for me. I dumped my suitcase on the bed. Locking the door and pocketing the key, I turned to Saria.

"Well?" She asked expectantly.

"I like it," I told her. She smiled.

"Now where to? The classrooms are all in the main building, but I'm sure you'll get to see plenty of those later," Saria laughed. "How about the Rec building?"

"That's fine."

As we made our way down the hall, a silence fell over us. I could feel Saria's eyes on me. She was taking in my appearance. I glanced down.

I was wearing loose jeans and a long sleeved dark blue shirt. My messy blonde hair fell over my eyes. I was short for a guy, and lithe; I was fit, but not extremely muscular. But that wasn't why she stared, I knew. I could tell that she was curious about the blood red color of my eyes, and the long scar that ran down my face, curving down from the bottom of my eye to my chin.

However, Saria didn't ask about either my eyes or my scar, for which I was grateful. Instead, she turned to me.

"So, you're related to Mrs. Shadows, right?"

"Yeah, she's my Aunt."

"I can tell." Indeed, I looked a lot like Impa. We shared the same sharp features and red eyes. Many people even mistakenly thought she was my mother.

We finally arrived to the Rec building. It was even bigger than the main school building. We walked through the door and into a wide room with a high ceiling. Two long tables stretched the length of the room. Counters, holding a diverse array of many paints, glues, and other artistic materials, ran along the walls.

"This is the art room. They hold classes here, but it's open for any students to use after school."

We made our way through the door on the other side of the room and came into a short hall full of lockers. One side of the hall was completely made of glass windows, looking out into a large basketball court. I stopped and stared.

The court was large, and well-taken care of. The stands surrounding the court were in good shape. But that wasn't what I was looking at.

Standing in the middle of the court were three guys. They looked about my age. The one facing me was dribbling expertly. His jeans were loose, and he was wearing a comfortable looking green hoodie. His blonde hair framed his excited blue eyes.

He took off, weaving around the other guy. Switching hands to confuse his opponent, he dribbled towards the basket, avoiding the second guy. His moves were graceful and precise, like he was dancing, and my heart pounded in time with his footsteps. My hands twitched in anticipation as he leaped, stretching up to easily toss the ball into the basket. I watched open mouthed as it went in.

"Sheik?"

I snapped back into reality and realized that Saria had been trying to get my attention. I turned to her.

"Sorry, I spaced out there. What were you saying?"

"Oh, I was just wondering if you play."

"I used to," I said, putting emphasis on 'used' to. Saria cocked her head to the side, confused. To my relief, she didn't ask.

"Oh, hmm… Well, that's Link. He's the star player of the basketball team," Saria pointed to the boy in the green hoodie. "He'll be playing this fall. Maybe you'll try out?"

"I doubt it."

Saria once again refrained from voicing her confusion. I silently thanked her.

"So, do you want to come with me?" Saria asked. "I'm going to go grab some breakfast before orientation."

"Sure," I replied. I was starting to like the friendly girl. She beamed. As we were walking out the door, I turned back to look at the guy Saria called Link. He was running circles around the other two guys again. I chuckled.

This was actually turning out to not be such a bad place after all.

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Ah, that ended up longer than I thought it would be. I don't know if all of the chapters will be this long. I doubt it.

Sorry there wasn't much of Link in this chapter. He gets a bigger part in next chapter, I promise.

I don't know how often I'll get to update. I don't have Internet at my house. T^T So my updates will happen whenever I can go bum off my library's computers.

Anyway, what did you think? Anyone interested? I hope so; it gets better as it goes on. If you have comments, ideas, or criticism, I'd love to hear them. Plus, that review button is lonely. Please, don't let it suffer. Give it some love.

Love and stuff,

-Snow-