This is my first fan fiction, so I hope you like it! :)

This story will contain slash; include some ideologically sensitive, twisted themes like adultery, dubious consent, rape (by a parental figure), physical abuse/assault, and homophobic slurs; and occur in an AU environment during present time. I also wanted to point out that some of my characters are intentionally OoC, for example, Sheik, and this was fully intended.

PS: Chapters 1 through 15 were written during most of 2007 and 2008 until 2009, and although they don't exemplify my current writing style that well, I have gone back through and proof read them once again. 16 and onward will be a much better read, so I hope you consider reading this fic!

Thanks for reading!

Chapter 1 - Late Again

The area was quite bleak. Shadows loomed in every corner and at a distance of about a couple of metres, objects were indefinable. A lean, older male tore down through the room as another raced after him, wielding a sharp blade in his hand.

"Son! You can't do this!" the older blond shouted, and abruptly, he was halted both physically and verbally. He backed up against the impending brick wall.

"Oh yes, father. Yes, I can!" the son replied, smiling madly. In the younger blond's hand he held a powerful blade known as the Master Sword.

"Link! I didn't know what I was doing!" his dad panted.

"Yes, you did!" Link gripped the handle tightly, knuckles turning white. The boy's next movement was abrupt and quite calculated. He yelled furiously as shoved the blade through his father's midsection.

The teenager jerked the sword out of the man. The father fell to knees, blood pouring out from the ghastly wound. He cupped the wound in hopes of holding in any blood he could manage, but the thick liquid drained out profusely between his fingers. The bleeding father collapsed to the ground face first. A puddle of blood soon gathered under his father and it reached the standing teen's shoes.

The sword left his hand and hit the floor with a loud clang. He put both hands on his head and gripped his golden hair tightly. Tears ran down his cheeks.

"What have I done?" he gasped, also falling to his knees in the bloody mess.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Link slammed a hand down on his alarm clock.

"Damn clock..." he muttered.

Link threw the blankets off of himself and sat at the edge of his bed. He peered into the mirror across the room. Link was sweating terribly and his hair was a mess.

To match that, his room was equally a mess, but it was very much home. As his bed was along the left side of the room under the window, his old lump of a computer sat on a large wooden desk on the back wall under another window. Across the room he had his full body length mirror resting against the wall beside his dresser. Clothes and random objects were scattered across the room and he promised to himself that he would eventually work at cleaning that up.

Some dream, he thought as he gazed daftly into the mirror. He yawned, stretching his arms. Link soon slumped out of bed and sauntered towards the hallway.

"Having a shower!" he yelled down the stairs, warning his parents not to run the water.

He went into the washroom, closing the door behind him. Inside of the tiny bathroom, Link bent down, grabbing a towel from underneath the counter. He put the towel on the rack which hung between the sink and the shower.

He stripped out of his pyjamas and looked into the mirror a moment. He had very piercing eyes, which were a shocking cerulean blue bordered by dark lashes. His hair was a deep golden colour. Link flexed his arms, spotting the muscles move. He beamed, showing perfect, white pearly teeth. He then peered up and noticed his messy hair again. Link laughed softly and turned to the shower.

Link turned on the taps of the shower and let the water run until it was the right temperature.

He grabbed the shampoo, opened the cap with his thumb, and dumped its contents into his hands. Link slapped the shampoo onto his hair and rubbed thoroughly. He rinsed it out and eagerly reached for the loofah. Link grasped the body wash and squeezed the bottle onto the poof. He washed his whole body quickly and rinsed it off. Link turned off the taps, careful not to burn himself.

Link leapt out of the shower cautiously, not wanting to slip. He landed on the tiled floor in one piece. He shook his head like a dog, an array of water droplets scattering among the small room. Link was soon cold and he wrapped himself in the towel. He walked out into the hallway and headed back into his room.

He dug through his dresser and chose to wear his green Quiksilver shirt and his American Eagle jeans. He walked over to his desk and grabbed his cell phone and green iPod Nano. Link found that he was never really up-to-date with the newest electronics, but he rather loved his crappy little flip phone and small iPod. He turned to leave the room but had a sudden urge to stay.

Link glanced around his room again and soon looked over at his desk again. He moved closer as there was a calendar sitting on the desk that he felt he needed to inspect. The date was May 27th. It was his birthday on Sunday! He wished to be with his parents that day and maybe even get a great gift, but soon he realized that this wouldn't be so. His grin faltered to a frown.

Link's parents never usually remembered special events coming up, Link's birthday being one of those events that they almost seemed to purposely miss now... or so Link assumed. They would always be caught up with work or something else. So he would never get anything special for his birthday and he would usually just receive some money.

A huge sigh left from his mouth. Link shrugged his shoulders and left his room. There wasn't anything he could really do anyway. He headed down the steps, turned into the hallway, and walked into the kitchen. He looked over at the table and spotted a note sitting on it.

On the note it said, "Link, I was called into work and I won't be home til later tonight. Your dad is also at work. Honey, please have some breakfast. Love Mom."

Thought so... he thought angrily. Link crumpled up the note and threw it into the garbage can across the room. He grabbed a chair and sat at the kitchen table. Link put his elbows onto the table and his hands under his chin, supporting his head. He looked out into the distance in deep thought.

Link eventually snapped out of it. He had a knack for getting lost within his thoughts. He glanced at his watch to see what time it was. Shit! Seven-fifty! I'm going to be late for school again! He quickly grabbed his car keys off the counter and ran for the door.

He slammed the door behind him and he locked it quickly. Link then hopped in the car, put his seat belt on, and started the engine. He pulled out of his driveway and drove into the distance.

Link raced down the streets as fast as he could trying not to hit cars or pedestrians, go through any red lights, or get caught by the police. That was not a number one thing to achieve on his agenda. After the fifteen minute drive, he quickly drove into a parking lot that belonged to Hyrule High, the high school he went to. The school loomed over Link as he angrily glared up at its menacing bricks and windows. He quickly brought his attention back to his car, shutting and locking it. He ran towards the school, hoping his punishment for being late wouldn't be as bad as usual.

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"Link Avalon!" rasped his Geography teacher, Madame Din. The old woman brought Hyrule High's regal and cherished look to shame—she was the definition of decrepit and ancient. "You are late again! You have to break your bad habits!" He felt small and helpless; his tardy slip trembled from his hands shaking vigorously. "Detention for you!" She grabbed the tardy slip from his hand and it made him jump. The class laughed loudly and Link looked up at them, smiling weakly. At that, he finally headed to his desk.

"Okay, class, pull out your Geography textbooks and turn to page two hundred and sixty-two. We're learning about population density and distribution. Who would like to read?" Madame Din asked. No one raised a hand. "No one? Okay..." She scanned the crowd for someone to read and she pointed to a blonde haired girl. "Zelda?" The girl sighed and started to read from the text.

Instead of following along in the textbook, Link turned his attention to the girl. Gods and Goddesses alike, she was the definition of a Goddess. Zelda's sleek blonde hair ran down to her mid-back and her angelic eyes were a deep blue colour, almost a dark violet. She had a very shapely figure and today she wore a pretty pink dress that fell right above her knee.

Link smiled and thought, Pink looks wonderful on her.

Link's elbow was on his desk while he supported his head with his hand, dreamily watching Zelda from a distance. Suddenly, a sharp pain hit the hit the back of his head and he yelped quietly, trying to hush his own voice. He rubbed the back of his head and turned around to notice Dark and Ganondorf, the most popular kids at school, snickering.

Link glared at them for a moment and Dark's face turned from a smile to a scowl. "Don't look at her. She's my girl," he growled.

Link opened his mouth to say something, but stopped himself and turned back around.

"That's a warning, Mr. Link!" Madame Din announced, cutting off Zelda, who was still reading from the textbook. Dark mumbled something rude and crossed his arms.

"Keep going, Zelda," Dark added while smirking. Zelda smiled back at him and continued to read. Link crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, frowning.

Once again, something hard hit the back of Link's head. The heat rose in his face as Link tried to hold back the oncoming fumes escaping his body. He turned around to see Dark with a frown and Ganondorf still laughing.

"You're such a pansy. Say what you were going to say!" Dark grumbled angrily. Link furrowed his eyebrows and opened his mouth to say something yet again, but was cut off by his teacher.

"Dark, stop talking! That's a detention!"

The dark haired boy just smiled nastily. Class continued and Link was thankful that it felt like moments later when the bell rang. That was Link's cue to get out before anything else happened. Link grabbed his books and headed for the doorway.

He got out into the hallway and searched around the bustle of students. Link let out a sigh of relief. No sign of Dark. Link sped down the hallway, turned left at the corner and walked further down the next corridor, then reaching his locker. He set his Geography textbook and notes inside and then was tapped on the shoulder. He slowly turned around and found himself staring into the terrifying red eyes of his worst enemy.

"What were you going to say to me?" Dark growled, far beyond Link's respectful boundary line.

Dark was on Link's last nerve.

"Oh, nothing at all," Link chimed back. He turned away a moment, precariously picking out a binder and textbook for his next class. Nonchalantly, he added, "I was just going to tell you to piss off."

"Why you little—" Dark grunted and pinned Link up against the locker beside his own, face squished against the uninviting metal. His books splattered to the ground and Link struggled to get free, but he couldn't even budge. "How about you do the honours?" Dark inquired gently, looking over his shoulder at Ganondorf. The big, ugly red head smirked and cracked his knuckles loudly. Link swallowed deeply, trying to hold back all of his fear as Dark flipped the blond to face the both of them. Ganondorf's fist clenched tightly and he threw his hardest punch at Link's stomach. Link gasped loudly as the searing pain in his stomach grew larger in seconds and he collapsed to the ground, trembling madly. In all the support he could manage, he held his midsection tightly while wheezing for air.

The skinny pale teen laughed almost too lovingly. "That's what you get for insulting me." He leaned back from the blond and out of nowhere swung his foot forward, hitting Link in the stomach once more. The blond cried out in agony. "Bye-bye, Little Linky!" Dark teased in a baby voice. Ganondorf laughed and they started to walk away. "See you in detention!" added Dark, those words hitting Link even harder than the physical smashes.

Dozens of people walked by Link and didn't do anything to help him.

I'm a nobody, he thought and a group of nasty tears welled in his eyes.

Link couldn't get up. He tried several times, but the pain in his stomach was horrific. He decided to wait for help to come to him. He stayed lying on the ground, clutching his stomach and moaning softly. Link waited and waited, trying not to move.

"Link, are you okay?" asked an abrupt and worried voice. Link opened his eyes and painfully craned his neck look up at the person.

It was his good friend Saria. Oh, she could have been his saviour in that moment.

He smiled weakly and managed to murmur, "S-Saria."

"What happened?!" she shrilly questioned. Saria immediately stuck her arms under his armpits and helped him into a standing position. He winced a couple of times and almost fell, but Saria kept him up.

"... Dark," he wheezed.

"Him again?! He is so rude!" she exclaimed, her green eyebrows rising dramatically. "Where did he hurt you?" Link pointed to his midsection. She gestured to his shirt and the boy allowed her to raise the material. She examined his stomach with watchful blue orbs.

His skin was now adorning two large red marks. One seemed as though it was about to bleed and the other was extremely red. The areas was swollen very badly and it was definitely going to leave some ugly bruises. The skin was already threatening to bruise at this very moment.

"Oh, Link, it's really bad!" Saria cried out. "You should—" The girl was then cut off by Link chuckling.

"It's okay. I can live." He smiled reassuringly. Saria weakly smiled back, but she was very unsure of Link's condition. She knew her friend always pretended to be a hard ass and it was hard convincing Link to get help otherwise. He bent down to pick up his books, groaning in pain.

"Let me get those for you," Saria whispered. She bent down and handed him his textbook and binder.

"Thanks," Link replied quietly.

"Are you sure you're okay, Link?" she wondered aloud, furrowing her brow at his clearly agonized looking face.

"Yeah, I'm positive." He smiled a toothy grin. "Well, I have to get to Biology. See you at lunch?"

"'Kay." Saria answered sternly.

And off Link walked, acting like nothing had happened. Saria stood there in deep thought. He needed some medical attention. Why didn't he just let me take him to the nurse's office?

She sighed loudly and then walked off to her next class.

Please R&R.