I have no idea what brought this on. I got up one morning, the day that I just so absentmindedly thought 'oh today I have to go to my devilishly Korean friend's house to work on Spanish! OH HO HO SHE'S SO CHRISTIAN. AND SHEIK WAS SUDDENLY THRUST INTO THE PAST. Wait what…?'

And this was born. :D

I really don't like shota. But here it is. /cringes/

This is five chapters long. And they're pretty much prewritten and ready to post. Review and I'll gladly post.

Yea, yea, Comatose will be updated soon too.

I gasped for breath as the deku nut landed me back in front of her Highness' hide out. I had just returned from teaching the Hero of Time the Requiem of Spirit and the desert heat had pierced my body dry.

It was so hot in that damned desert, but it wasn't hot like Death Mountain. No, no, I almost had to think it was worse than the crater above Kakariko. Mostly because along with the hot air, the wind blew wretchedly, sending blistering heat your way. The sand burned through the soles of any shoes and the desert was just an uncomfortable place to be in. I rather disliked it, and was glad to be back in Kakariko.

Of course, the goddesses seemed to be against me, for reasons I know not. Since the Hero's clearing of the Shadow Temple, the rain had come to a sudden stop in Kakariko. That left the air feeling muggy and warm. I could feel my hair frizz on end as I walked through the door to the small house where her Highness was located. I figured after reporting to her, I could take a cold bath… maybe lay out for a little. As long as I wore my cowl, my chest could be bare. I would be in my room anyways.

Much to my dismay, I was engulfed in an extra amount of body warmth as I entered into the main room. Her Highness decided it would be nice to hug me and then rub her face into my chest, apparently.

"Princess, you're going to get dirty. I'm all sweaty." I told her calmly. Honestly, I could feel the sweat seeping through the thin blue fabric. It was ridiculous, the effects of the desert had on me. I simply wasn't suited for hot weather.

I caught Zelda snort from within the cloth of my tabard. "What have I told you! Always so formal; call me Zelda. Surely we've been cooped up together long enough for you to realize that's okay." She looked up at me, but kept her arms wrapped around my waist. Formal indeed…

"If you don't mind, princess," oh, I had the most fun annoying her. "I'd like to take bath, so if I could give you the Hero's status…"

She stuck her tongue out at me like it was she who had slept those seven years. When I had first met the Hero, I expected him to be just as childish, but he seemed so much more mature than Zelda did at the moment. "Oh fine, you busybody." Her features softened and I knew she was being serious. "How is Link doing?"

I cleared my throat. "I taught him the Requiem of Spirit, so he will be completing the Spirit Temple. Though, right now, he should be back in time to get the item from Nabooru." I wiped my bangs away from my eyes, the wet fringe starting to bother them.

Zelda smiled warmly and she put her hands up to her mouth as if to suppress a pleased giggle. How dearly infatuated with that boy, she was. It was… cute. I felt a familiar something twinge in my stomach. "He was healed when I met him, so he's going in healthy. No injuries, broken bones, leever bites, nothing. He should be fine." I rolled my eyes at 'should.' Unfortunately, Link had a habit of almost getting himself killed. He was so reckless.

I blushed and Zelda kicked my shin lightly.

"I saw that eye roll," she hissed. "Don't make me nervous."

I apologized and nodded.

When she sighed, I took that as my cue to leave her be. As I wandered into the bathroom, I saw her pick something up, but I didn't take it into mind.

In the bathroom, there were already a couple pails of water set out, ready to be poured into the tub. Ah, she was expecting me to want a bath. How sweet of her. I removed the bandages from my fingers and dipped them into the water. Luke warm. Cold, but not so much that it would be uncomfortable. Though, at this point, I'd be willing to take a dive into the water in the Ice Cavern.

I hesitantly pulled the bandages out of my hair, knowing that Zelda had a habit of running in to relay some information previously forgotten. She usually did it quickly, so I was fully dressed, but she had caught me without my cowl several times. And that, I did not like. So when I figured the coast was clear, I pulled them off completely and undid the cowl and tabard.

I unhooked the top part of my outfit, catching the weights and armor as they fell. I pulled the various weapons from my arms and then dumped the water into the tub. I removed my boots quickly, taking off the daggers that had been strapped to my ankles as well, not wanting the water to get any colder, despite previous threats and pulled down the leggings of my outfit. I was disappointed when the hair on the back of my neck failed to bristle. There was no cold air to swim by my body.

I simply heaved a heavy sigh and slipped into the water.

Once Link completed the Spirit Temple, this would all be over. That same thing twinged in my stomach again, but I ignored it. Zelda would meet him in the Temple of Time disguised as me, while I would pack my things and head home to Termina. I looked down at my hands in the water and the rings that formed around my half-submerged fingers. Kafei had sent me a letter recently… something about getting married finally; the marriage had been delayed for quite some time.

He mailed it at the worst time, really. A few days before I was supposed to introduce myself to Link? It's not my fault I can't remember what he wrote exactly. Whatever it was, he wanted me back in Clocktown. He said he had invited some of the other Sheikah from our old tribe as well. I suppose it would be interesting to see how they changed. And I hadn't been home in seven years, so I suppose I was happy that this 'guiding the hero' thing would be over.

I shoved my hands back underwater. Oh who am I kidding? I enjoy my time with Link, and I wish I could help him or be around him more at least. But that would mean Ganondorf would still be loose, so I was just being selfish.

I reached over to grab a bar of soap and a wash cloth.

Having to jump away from him even though he calls out for me, and having to press down my feelings because of Zelda's… it hurt.

The times he had reached out for me, or searched me out after I disappeared; my heart wrenched to see those sapphire eyes pleading to have me back. I know it was only because he is lonely, but it felt nice to be wanted by someone. Someone who I care deeply for.

I don't know how it happened, honestly. This sudden falling for him. I didn't care for him much when I first met him in the Temple of Time. Pale skin, marigold hair, sky eyes, and a strong stance; I can't say he wasn't my type, but he still had the mind of a ten-year old and I knew my mission. I sent him off to Kakariko and when he arrived there, I was already there and watching him.

I watched him dive down Dampe's grave and I waited until he came back out from the Windmill. I rubbed the soap against my arm, letting the suds cover my tan skin. I remember pitying him when he came out. He looked pretty traumatized. And I can't blame him; he was in a tomb—scratch that, he was in a maze in a tomb trailing after some creepy old ghost.

Needless to say, he recovered and started on his way out of Kakariko and to Kokiri Forest. I used one of the pails to dump water over myself. Hair next.

Pained blue eyes stared out at me as I spoke to him. Of course he had realized Saria was a sage. He didn't hold the Triforce of Wisdom, but he was a smart kid. And he didn't really know exactly what being a sage entailed, but he knew he was losing a friend. I felt my heart sink and perhaps that's the moment where I started to fall for him.

Maybe it was the way he followed me with the ocarina. The way his calloused fingers ran over the smooth wood of the instrument. He was brought up with swords and slingshots, but his movements with the instrument were so graceful. His fingers moved like liquid once he got the hang of it, and I admired that.

Dear Nayru, I was pining over a ten-year old in a seventeen-year old's body. The fact that that didn't bother me made me shudder and I quickly rubbed a different soap into my hair.

But he was nothing like a ten-year old! He killed like a man; carefully but recklessly diving at the Wolfos and then running into the Temple. Like a man. Like one of the carpenters in Kakariko, but much more handsome and skilled. Those fools were probably captured in Gerudo before they finished fixing the bridge. I blinked to and from the Temple, so I would not know.

I ran my fingers through my soapy hair, twisting the ends between my fingers. Seeing Link in the Fire Temple made my heart burst. At the time, I figured it was a long lost feeling of pride and hope; Hyrule had a chance because he had survived the first Temple. But now… he was amazing in the Temple. With his face alight from the volcanic fire underneath. He was heroic and kind. He honestly didn't have to do as the young Goron had asked. Freeing the Gorons was just a side mission; he could have completed the temple without freeing them. But he did anyways.

Someone with a heart as pure as his did not deserve to be pushed into this chaos.

I let the soap sit in my hair. The Ice Cavern had worried me. I liked cold weather because I had lived in Snowhead for some time. But the hero, he stood in front of that cave and grimaced. He could hear the creatures roaming about and he almost knew what he was walking into. He survived nonetheless. And when he walked out to meet me, teeth chattering, rubbing his arms to warm up his body, I wanted to run out and hug him. I wanted to wrap him up in my own body heat; I wanted to feel him within me.

But, no, I followed orders and relayed the information about the Water Temple. I told him of Princess Ruto, and even though he disliked the girl, for reason I never understood why—she seemed nice enough when I saved her, he went on to help her.

I lingered when he completed the Water Temple. And I was reprimanded for it. Especially since when I arrived back in Kakariko, the spirit within the well was rebelling against its bindings. Fire had been set to Impa's house as in some sort of revenge, and Impa ran off to the Shadow Temple and left the village and Zelda to me. For someone who was guiding the hero, she figured, this was no trouble at all. If only she knew how Zelda was when she was without her attendant.

Kakariko was where I was born, so I accepted the responsibility. I had never felt my heart waver so much as when I peered into the well. My eyes half lidded, I could just sense it coming. And then, in the back of my head, I felt Link come up behind me.

A sense of joy washed over me, but was quickly burnt out as the well rumbled viciously and I had to call out to Link. He had to stay back. I vaguely remember what happened next; some sort of shock repressed the entire memory of being grabbed by those disgusting hands and being thrown in the air. Once again, I just remembered Link's eyes. Big and wide, they stared up at me as I was handled in the air. He drew out his sword when he ran to my side and I only wanted to sob. He had no idea what he was up against.

But his eyes looked so fierce as he wanted to fight for something he cared for. He was quickly tossed aside by Bongo Bongo though.

My heart broke and he slipped out of consciousness. When he came to, I did what I had to before disappearing to take Zelda to the Zoras' Domain. She would be safe there until Kakariko was rebuilt.

We fixed up the village while Link was in the past, retrieving the Lense of Truth.

When he came back, I escaped the Zoras' Domain. The Temple was frightening, I knew that much, despite how straightforward it was. The only thing he had to watch out for was the deceiving walls and the shadows that still lingered within the maze.

But when I heard him scream, I ran.

I refused to accept that the Hero could be beat down by something of my kind. I hissed as I dunked my head underwater. The soap had started to drip down into my eyes and had become painful. I didn't want to see him after that because I felt especially weak. I had let my emotions take a hold of me and I had kept myself from helping him. I don't know what he had to do to get past the Gerudo women, but he did.

I met him, I spoke, and now here I was regretting not living up the last moments I had with him.

It was Zelda's turn now and I had no choice in the matter.

I groaned and dunked the bottom half of my face underwater again. Of course things would happen like this. Impa had said something about Zelda sending him back to the past as well. He would be gone and there was nothing I could do about it. My pining was foolish. I would go back to Termina and hopefully forget about him and how he smelled like the Kokiri Forest he was raised in. I would forget how he laughed and how he sighed and how he sobbed into his sleeve in moments of weakness. I would forget his voice and his stance, and I would care no more for the green he was so drawn to. I would no longer perk up at the mention of his name, nor would my heart become hopeful when I saw someone clothed in green step around a corner.

I slapped my hand into the water, splashing it.

What bullshit.

I would go back to Termina, cursing every step I took and wishing I could be back in time with the Hero.

I would be cursing the fact that he would think I never existed.

Uneasily, I stepped out of the basin, grabbing a towel on my way out. I slipped it around my waist and used to the second towel to scrub my hair dry.

I would just have to deal, wouldn't I?

I hissed in irritation and looked over my shoulder. A pair of slacks and a detached cowl were hanging over the back of a chair. Ah, Zelda had planned ahead wisely, I see. I grabbed the slacks and the undershorts that were embarrassingly hidden within the pants and slipped them on. I ignored the dripping down my back just long enough to reset some daggers onto my ankles. Better safe than sorry. I scrubbed my hair a bit more, making sure it was really dry, and then slipped the cowl over my head.

Zelda had also planned for me to walk out bare-chested. How cunning. I would get her back for this.

With a quick heave, I lifted the basin of water and held it against my side. Water splashed onto my shorts, but I didn't care much. After that revelation, I wasn't in much of a mood to care for anything. I sidled my way out the door, brushing past Zelda. I could only start to become a little curious when I heard a soft note come from her, but I ignored it. I walked around the back of the house, dumped the water, and then came back.

And then I allowed myself to become curious.

"What are you doing, Princess?" I asked as I set down the basin near the bathroom door.

Zelda was holding a small wooden ocarina and she blew on it softly. "Impa said," she huffed. "She said to practice. I have some time before I send Link back to where he belongs." Insert a sad sigh here, coming from both Zelda and I. She didn't notice my sigh though. "But I keep forgetting notes. This should be so easy!" She huffed again and held the ocarina in her lap. Her lips trembled as she stood on the brink of tears. "I just can't do it! The idea of sending Link back in time…"

…it hurts so much.

"He'll remember, but who says he'll come back to find me. He'll probably want to live a normal life and will be afraid to see me. I might send him on another quest!" She wailed.

"Please, Princess, the Hero would do no such thing. He cares for you deeply, so why should he not see you?"

She sighed heavily. "I still can't get it right."

"Is it even safe for you to do so? Even if it's not the Ocarina of Time, your power from the Triforce may cause something to happen."

Zelda shot an annoyed glare at me. "I'm not going to screw anything up." She sniffled.

I chuckled softly. Impa had no idea how laid back the Princess was when she was not around.

"I'll help you, Princess. Let me go get my lyre."

Despite her sorrow, she nodded enthusiastically. Maybe it was because it was Impa's biddings that made her so enthusiastic to learn, or maybe it was the idea of starting over with Link. I knew not. I just knew I had a duty that was soon to end. I swept into my room and grabbed my lyre, and when I came back out, Zelda was blowing on the ocarina again.

I make her sound like a child. She's not, really. She's just much more relaxed around me. I don't know why. I'm not as… authoritative looking as Impa perhaps? She just relaxed around me… like we were one person. I shrugged subconsciously and sat down in the chair across from her. I also make her sound as if she knows nothing about the ocarina. Which is a pure and utter lie. She can play that instrument almost better than Link can, and he's got a natural gift for it. But, her aforementioned sadness was messing her up.

I set my own instrument against my chest and shuddered when I felt the cold metal. I could relax a little bit now, with the lyre with me. Music always made me feel better; I was much more of a musician than a fighter.

The notes for the Song of Time played in my head slowly and I relayed them on the lyre. Zelda watched me curiously and then mimicked the notes on the ocarina. She faltered near the end and cursed under her breath.

"You're pressing too hard. You're not giving your fingers enough time to move to the next note." I murmured into my chest even though it was directed at her.

"Right, right." Her fingers slipped over the small hole to test the pressure. "Go again."

My fingers ran over the thin strings of the lyre and when I was done, I met her eyes expectantly.

Zelda nodded and then put the ocarina to her lips. She took a deep breath through her nose and then blew. Her fingers were soft and they moved easily—

What was that?

My eyebrows twitched. This couldn't be good. The Triforce on her right hand was glowing as she played. What the— "Zelda stop." I tried to say but she kept playing. She opened her eyes slightly, giving me a confused look, and then one to say 'why? I'm finally getting the hang of it.' She didn't seem to notice the glow emanating from her HAND.

I scooted back in the chair. "Zel—Zelda. Shit—stop."

She kept playing and soon the whole room was filled with the melody of the song. I looked around wildly, my vision starting to become blinded by light. "Zelda! Something's happening, stop!"

Unfortunately, the way she stopped was by finishing the song.

Of course, I never exactly heard the end of the song because I assumedly passed out. The light became too bright as it engulfed me and a sudden panic swept over my body. I should have realized something like this would happen. The Three's power in her was too strong, and even if she wasn't holding the Ocarina of Time, she was still the Princess of Destiny.

She had a hold over time and she was accidently sending me through time.

Past or future, I wouldn't know until I woke up.