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[DISCLAIMER I DO NOT OWN THE LEGEND OF ZELDA!]

Chapter One

-The Delinquent-

Perfection: Freedom from flaw or defect flawless.

"We are perfect. We do things perfectly"

That's what I was told.

It was raining.

I had to have my party inside. My friends weren't happy since I have a pool in my backyard, we wanted to play with my new beach ball.

That's not why I'm upset though.

"Link, don't cry. Honey he's crying" my mother says to my father.

My father pulls on his coat.

He doesn't look at me.

"Honey!" my mother says more loudly.

My father just sighs loudly, as if he was displeased. I am wondering if it's because of me.

"We are perfect. We are flawless. We don't show weakness. We don't cry. Remember that Link, because you are a part of our family, you need to follow those rules."

My father still doesn't look at me.

My tears and sniffling have stopped.

"Let's go" he says to my mother.

She gives me a worried look before following my father out the door.

I stopped crying and watch.

It was my birthday.

The rain doesn't stop.

"Are we really perfect?"

Mom says not to smoke.

"Want one?" an 8th grader who goes to my school calls to me. I don't know him since he's a year older than me, but I've seen him in the halls a few times.

My friends say he's a bad kid.

They say he beats other kids up, and skips school, and...

I look at what he's offering me,

Smokes.

"What's the matter? That's why you were looking right?" he says curiously.

I didn't know I was staring.

I shake my head "Mom says I shouldn't" I say plainly.

He laughs at me.

"From what I've heard you don't even have a mom" he snickered.

"That's not true! I do have a mom!" I shout before running away.

I make my way home.

"Hello?" I call.

My voice echoes around an empty house.

A lady with bright blue hair appears in front of me.

"Hey" she says with a perky voice "Your parents wanted me to look after you until they get back tomorrow morning."

I don't say anything.

Maybe I don't have a mom.

"Am I perfect?"

I got another bad grade at school.

My father found out and is yelling at me.

My mother looks at me with a sad face.

"You are just started High School! Now is not the time to slack off!" He yells.

I don't even look at him.

It's not like I wasn't trying.

He didn't get that though.

"Do you know what being in this family means?" He asks angrily.

Perfection.

"Perfection!" he says his voice going louder.

"Link you need to try harder" My mother says worriedly.

I don't answer.

"I can't believe we wasted our time with this, he won't even listen. We need to get back to work."

I hear the front door close.

Alone again.

I leave the house and walk down the street.

I stop when I see a boy smoking on a bench.

He's the kid who said I didn't have a mom a few years ago.

I heard that he got expelled but he still gets into fights, and apparently still smokes since, I notice a cigarette in between his fingers.

"Hey" I find myself greeting.

He looks at me puzzled at first, but then smirks.

"I remember you, the kid with no mommy" he chuckles.

What he says doesn't seem to bother me much anymore.

I just stare at him and he stares back.

"Want one?" he offers me the cigarette for the second time.

I knew the right answer.

'Mom says I shouldn't.'

But I walk over and take one anyway.

"How do I..." I start looking dumbly at the cigarette.

He laughs at me.

"You have to breathe in once I light it, then breathe out"

He lights my cigarette.

I'm hesitant at first but I place it to my lips and breathe in like he says.

It feels weird.

All of a sudden I cough it out, it burns when I do. He made it look so simple.

I hear him laugh again. When I'm done coughing I frown at him.

"Slowly" is all he says before he starts smoking himself.

I try again, slowly this time.

It works.

"Hey aren't your parents the owners of that really big company...Uh...What's it called"

"Hyrule Industries, yeah they do." I answer.

"They must be busy"

I don't say anything.

"Aren't you supposed to be their perfect little son, I'm kinda surprised you took a smoke from me"

I wince at the word 'perfect'

"I wanted to try it"

"Why? Won't your parents go bat shit nuts of they found out"

"They won't find out" I say simply

"Right sure." he laughs once "But seriously, isn't that why you're smoking now? Because deep down you want them to find out? I mean last time I asked you, you out right said that you shouldn't, so what changed?"

I think about this. Not finding an answer I threw the cigarette on the ground and squish it with my shoe.

"Bye" I say walking away.

'I am not perfect'

My parents grew angrier with every bad grade I got.

I kind of liked how they did, becoming angry because I wasn't their perfect son, it was almost fun.

I guess we weren't a perfect family like my father had wanted.

I would smoke with that kid more often now, right after my parents left for work I'd head to the street corner and met him.

We didn't talk much. I didn't even know his name.

We smoked and that was all.

Before I knew it other kids were hanging out with us.

Life was changing.

My father was always angry with me.

My friends said that since I was doing bad things now they couldn't talk to me anymore.

The new crowd I hung out with started skipping school with me.

We got into some fights.

The first few times I was hurt pretty badly, but then I was able to beat most of the guys who came way.

Most times I came home to an empty house. When it wasn't empty my father would yell at me and soon, I started to yell back.

I wondered when I stopped caring.

"Nothing's perfect"

Present Day

"WH-WHAT THE HELL'S THE MATTER YOU!"

I watched as the guy I had just punched to the ground scrambled to his feet, along with his two pals who had, until this point, been unconscious. They all stared at me with eyes full of panic. This was expected considering I had just kicked their sorry asses.

"Fucking wusses" I say watching as the group stumble out of the alley we'd been fighting in.

I had beaten them up pretty good this time, and yes this has happened before, try every week.

Although today was different.

The guy who had yelled so rudely at me just found out I was messing around with his girlfriend. Unable to control his anger, he got some backup and thought that maybe he could jump me. Hell, any other day maybe they would have.

But not today,

Today I was pissed.

Luckily for me, those assholes had decided to mess with me and I needed to vent my anger on something.

'Damn it' I cursed. My fist throbbed with a dull pain from the fight and my hands shook while trying to grab a cigarette out of the pouch.

I lit it carefully before pulling the cigarette that was placed in between my fingers to my lips. I breathed in.

'damn, damn, damn'.

Then breathed out, watching as the smoke dissolve in to the warm air.

It was the last week of summer.

I was leaning against a wall next to a dumpster in an alley way. My thoughts seemed to focus on these past few weeks.

In the beginning of summer everything was normal, well as normal as it could be for me.

Hung out with friends, went to parties, and stayed out late on the streets doing random shit, life was pretty damn great.

No worries.
No obligations.
Just me and some other rejects screwing around.

That is until about two weeks ago.

I was with some guys when a fight broke out, the night ended when a cop brought me home at 4am.

Apparently we were all near a high class neighborhood. Someone from that neighborhood had seen us and being as frightened as they were called the police.

Which, I guess you could say was the turning point of my life. I mean sure I hated it here but I don't get why the fuck was I being sent away.

What the hell where they thinking?

I mean, ok I had my problems but, if anything, they should be the ones being sent away too some place in the middle of nowhere.

Damn parents.

'Not like I should even be calling them that'.

I thought with a strained laugh. Memories of my childhood flashed in my mind.

They were never around growing up, and since I was all alone it was easy for me to make stupid decisions. Not that I honestly care if it's stupid or not anymore, I just do it because I can.

Always putting their work before their own son.

That's how they were.

For as long as I can remember they never even noticed I existed, unless of course they we're being called in to talk to my teachers on what a bad student I was.

If only that damn cop hadn't explained to my parents why I was out so late.

I guess that was when their eyes widened and realized I wasn't their perfect little boy.

Nope not me, I was a delinquent.

It wasn't until a few days after that when they caught me smoking which probably was the last straw.

"WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS? WHERE DID WE GO WRONG IN RASING YOU?"

My hot tempered father yelled yesterday afternoon.

My father and I got in to fights more often now; it was safe to say he hated my guts just as much as I hated his.

My mother is clearly disappointed in me, seeing as how she burst into tears just by looking at me...not that I really cared.

The thing that really bugs me is what they told me after the fight.

I'm moving.

To some Uncle I hardly even know. I figured I had at least a few weeks to pack, but I don't. I skip to this morning when, while I was eating breakfast, my father said I would be heading out by 6am tonight.

I inhaled deeply once more, the air that now resided in my lungs made me feel like bursting into a million pieces and hey, maybe if I kept it in for long enough I would.

I decide not to test my theory and end up slowly exhaling before throwing my cigarette bud on the ground and stepping on it as I walked out of the alley way.

The summer sky was tainted in blends of blue and orange. The sun was sinking lower into the afternoon horizon. A warm breezed blew past me as I begin to walk back down the street towards my house. Thinking about the start of my new life which I never asked for.

My Uncle was my father's brother; he is suppose to come by and take me to his place which is some town in the country.

Fuck that.

I will supposedly be attending my junior year of high school at some private school which is one of the top schools in the state.

Fuck that too.

Why the hell are they spending money on a private school for me? I mean seriously, after finding out I got suspended 10 times last year from smoking and other shit you'd think they'd have enough sense to send me to some crappy public school. Or just give up on me completely...

I turned a right and made it to my street, with the nice expensive looking houses and freshly manicured lawns. I walked towards the 5 story house that was on the end of the street.

Slowly I make my way to the door; noticing a car which I supposed was my uncle's in the driveway. Which wasn't a good sign, because now I was late, and if there was one thing my father hated about me after living with him for so long, it was me coming home late.

I remember this morning he had yelled at me to be home by 5 just before I left the house. Seeing how the sun was setting now, I could only guess it was way past 5.

Before I could even touch the door handle, the door swung open. My father, who is said to look exactly like me, with the same sandy colored hair and dark blue eyes, stood there. He looked incredibly angry, his face had gone bright red, and a vein was popping out on his temple. "LINK!" He yelled "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?"

"And all of a sudden you care?" I asked not at all hiding my amusement; I liked nothing better than making my father angry.

I could tell my father heard how amused I was because I swear I could see the steam coming out of his ears.

"YOU'VE KEEPT YOUR UNCLE WAITING! YOU KNOW HE HAD TO MISS WORK TO BE HERE! THE LEAST YOU COULD DO IS BE ON TIM-"

"Avalon" Called a male voice from inside, "It's alright I don't mind."

My father's face cringed; he roughly grabbed my shirt collar and dragged me inside my house. I could make out my mother's soft sobs from the living room.

My father slams the front door and then drags me into the kitchen. A man who looks exactly like my father minus the glasses is sitting at the table, he smiles at me. "He's been smoking again; I can smell the tobacco on him." My father said angrily "Raven I'm telling you he's a trouble maker". I glance at my father then at my dear old uncle Raven.

My father keeps talking

"I just hope that school you're spending so much money on will accept him"

"Don't worry" Raven said calmly "Geapora - the headmaster- and I are old friends, he said he'd be thrilled having Link at his school….despite…his –err- problems"

I wanted to laugh. I'd bet anything I'd be out of the school in a few weeks.

"I think your being too sanguine about this" my father says exasperatedly.

"Don't worry, he'll be in good hands" My Uncle assured

"Listen...uncle…I wouldn't sound so sure of yourself, if my parents couldn't handle me what makes you think you can?" I ask feeling a smirk coming on

Before my Uncle has a chance to answer, my father shoots me a hard glare "Your things are packed in his car, I hope you know your leaving as soon as your uncle is ready"

"So eager to get rid of me I see" I say resentfully

"That's the way you see this? Do you think we like having a son like you? We need a break!" my father roared.

"A son like me?" I shout back, rage swirled inside me. "Well sorry I couldn't be the perfect son but you know, you and mom did a pretty shitty job raising me-when you were there anyway!"

My father didn't say anything, his face twisted, his lips formed a straight line and his face seemed to go brighter "Go wait in your room" he said slowly. A smug smirk formed on my face "What room? Your kicking me out remember? I don't have a room anymore."

I waited for my father's reaction, but it didn't come. Raven spoke breaking the silence "Link, why don't you go wait in the car, I need to talk with your father and then I'll be out"

I didn't say anything, I just turned, walked down the hall and slammed the door as I walked outside, shutting out my mother's sniffling.

I waited impatiently in Raven's car.

Now I couldn't wait to get as far away from here as possible. In a few minutes Raven would come out. In a few hours I'd be at my new home. In a few days, I'd be going to a new school, soon everything would change, but not me. I would still be the son my parents we're ashamed of.

Fuck that too.

Thanks to all who are reading :D! My first fanfic so it might be bad lol but