Author Note: I apologize to those of you who were expecting a "Just my Luck" update. I dropped it and will not be continuing it. But now, I bring you a Zelda fanfiction. It is AU, so even if you've never played Zelda, you'll still understand it. :) Please read and review! And I promise, the next chapters will be much longer.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Legend of Zelda.
Prologue: The Incident
The moment before the loud shatter pieced through the calm atmosphere of the hallway, I was leaning against the wall talking to my best friend, Saria. Our conversation was silenced when the sound of the shatter resonated throughout the long corridor. Books slipping from my hands and landing with a thud on the ground, my thoughts escaped me and I broke out in a sprint toward the end of the hall. My breathing sped up and my heart pounded in my ears. Please don't be what I think it is, I silently pleaded.
Reaching my destination, I threw myself at the door, hand searching for the doorknob. With a turn of my wrist, the door involuntarily flew open from the weight of my body. The door swung in, violently crashing against the wall. The room was dark save for light creeping in through the cracks in the shades.
But that was enough to see my roommate on the floor with his knees pressed to his chest, blood slowly trickling down his hands and fingers, and shattered pieces of glasses lying on the floor, glistening faintly in the light.
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"Link, you really do need to keep a more watchful eye on him." I was leaning against the wall in the infirmary while receiving an earful from the school counselor. My roommate was sitting on the bed, no trace of expression his face. The nurse was tending to his wounds, carefully picking out shards of glass that accidentally penetrated his skin. "Link, I understand that you don't really care and want to do this and . . ." the counselor droned on about my responsibility and the words faintly bounced back and forth in my head. I hung my head and looked at the ground, having a staring contest with the cracks between the tiles.
It's not that I don't care and don't want to watch him; I really don't mind. The problem is, it's like watching a complete stranger. To make things worse, he doesn't talk, make eye contact often, or do anything really. I think I would have an easier time caring for a homeless person on a street corner.
"Link, did you hear everything I said?" the counselor asked sternly. I looked up, snapping out of my thoughts. Nodding, I gave an accompanying grunt and confirmed in hearing. "Good. Now, I expect you to follow those three rules. Understood?"
Wait. What three rules?
"Okay, you are ready to go. And please, stop being so reckless," the nurse begged. She stepped away from the cot and proceeded to do her own business. The boy got up from the bed and I looked at him carefully. He wasn't that much shorter than me; almost the same exact height. His black t-shirt looked a size too big and devoured his small, lean frame. His dark wash jeans loosely fit around his muscular legs. His dirty blonde hair was mussed and shadowed his eyes as he stared at the floor. The counselor nudged me, alerting me to take him back to the room.
"Ahem, uhm . . ." I cleared my throat. Looking up at me, his hair fell back on his face. His visible ruby eye stared intently at me, and in it, I could see a once existent fire that had burned out. "So, ready to go . . . Sheik?"