Disclaimers: I do not own Zelda or any of it's characters. :'( Oh woe is meh...
Warnings: This is shounen-ai. That means that Link and Sheik are all googly over eachother. And I consider Sheik to be male, so NYAH! XP No actual yaoi in this one, sorry. Teh smex is in part two! So...go read part two! Rated T for mild language.
Notes: PLEASE REVIEW! Pleasepleasepleeeeease! This is my very first fanfic ever and my first posted one. So pleeeeease review. I'd love to hear what every one thinks AND I'd like to know how I can improve! I'm not sure I've got a hang of how to do things around here... Plus It"ll make me feel all yummy to know that some one out there likes what I do. :) Love ya'll!
Lostal
Hero of Mine
Chapter One: The Temple of Time
When the Light Temple appeared before Link, it seemed un-changed since he had last seen it, seven years ago. The brilliant beam of light still swept into the marble room from the glass panes on the ceiling; through the doorway that led to the main room, he could see the three Spiritual Stone gleaming and glistening in their sockets. The only difference was that the Master Sword no longer stood idle in the Pedestal of Time; it now rest securely in its ornate sheath on his back.
Link looked around carefully and took a step forward. "Hey!" Navi squeaked. "Look, Link…some of the weapons you used as a child are now rendered useless in your grown-up hands!"
Link cocked a brow and glanced down at the magical pouch at his waist. He'd had it ever since he could remember, and it could hold anything. Each item he put in it magically shrunk to miniscule sizes until he removed them again. Link reached in and pulled out his old slingshot. Navi was right; now that he was an adult, this weapon was far too small to fit properly in his fully developed hands. He returned it to the pouched and sighed. He suspected the boomerang was most likely the same way. Now he only had his sword and a few deku nuts. He'd have to find more weapons.
Flicking a few stray strands of his golden hair out of is blue eyes, Link started forward once again, his fists clenching and unclenching, accustoming themselves to the unfamiliar leather gauntlets. He'd taken only a few steps before he heard an odd noise behind him. A sweeping sound, like cloth against the stone floor. Link slowed his pace, preparing to fight again for the first time in seven years. He suddenly stopped, drawing his blade and twisting around in one swift motion…only to stop, and stare.
A boy stood next to the pedestal. He wore a very form fitting blue outfit, with an odd eye symbol on the torso. Tattered white strips of cloth were wrapped around random parts of his body, including his fingers and the top of his head. Golden tresses peaked from underneath, just enough to surround his face and cover one elegant red eye. A scarf-like cover was wrapped around his mouth and nose, covering ever last inch of his face, save his forehead and one eye.
Link, without thinking, lowered his blade. He blinked, realizing he hadn't as he had studied the odd boy. He couldn't have been much older than himself, if he was older at all. One hand was rested casually on a slender thigh; the other fell straightly by his side.
The boy smirked as the other young man's eyes ran up and down his body quickly, Link's expression confused, as though trying to remember something long forgotten. The boy dropped the hand resting on his thigh to his side and began to slowly descend down the few steps that led up to the pedestal.
Link immediately realized he had lowered his guard and quickly raised it again. Furrowing his brows at the boy, he watched him intently as he stepped slowly down towards Link.
The boy kept his eyes locked on Link's, and he moved with such grace, such litheness; like a cat, stalking its helpless prey. Only, Link wasn't helpless. On the contrary, the boy had absolutely no weapons on him. And with an outfit that tight, Link was pretty sure he would be able to spot a concealed one.
The boy stopped at the foot of the steps about three feet from Link and resumed the stance he held next to the pedestal. He was just close enough that with one swift thrust Link could easily defend himself. And the boy was much smaller; much slighter. Yet, Link could tell the boy was smiling with amusement. He stepped forward again.
"You really do look like the Hero of Time…" he circled Link. "Standing there, with the legendary blade." His voice was muffled by the scarf, but Link could tell it had a high tone. Not quit high enough for a woman's, yet not as deep as his own. He raised a brow.
"You're…creepy," he said, lowering his sword again and standing straight.
The boy stopped in front of him. "Am I…" he replied softly, almost inaudibly, cocking his head slightly to one side.
"Mhm…what's with those clothes? And you never told me your name. You apparently know who I am." He sheathed the Master Sword.
This time the boy cocked his brow. "I am Sheik, of the Sheikah."
"Ah…" Link said, turning his head to the side so he didn't have to look the other man in the eye. Sheik could tell he was amused about something. "Sheikah. That explains the clothes." He turned his eyes back to Sheik, a slight, cocky smirk over his lips and a devious twinkle in his clear blue eyes. Sheik raised both brows, smiling to himself as he began to turn away from Link, muttering,
"Well at least I'm not wearing a skirt…" He went to step forward and felt something press down hard on his shoulder. He stopped and glanced behind him. Link's blade was unsheathed, pressed down against him. The devilish smile was gone from his face. "What do you want?"
"Wow, that was pretty good, I didn't even hear you unsheathe it," Sheik answered. Link glared.
"Don't waste my time."
The playful sparkle in Sheik's eyes vanished and he twisted out from under the blade, flipping over Link's shoulder and landing behind him. Standing swiftly he caught his right arm underneath Link's, gripping his shoulder tightly while his other arm wrapped around Link's chest, pushing him against his own body. Sheik's head barely reached over Link's shoulder. Link, stunned by Sheik's agility and litheness, dropped the sword with a clang and glanced down. Long silver needles protruded from between each of Sheik's slender fingers.
"I'll waste who ever's time I please…" he whispered calmly into Link's ear, pressing the tips of the needles to the other man's chest. Link tensed, but Sheik released him and stepped out from behind him. He replaced the needles under the white strips wrapped around his fore-arms. Link gawked.
"The Forest Sage cannot hear the calls to be awakened…" Sheik began, walking back towards the pedestal. This brought Link back from his trance. He quickly retrieved the Master Sword and stowed it in its scabbard. Sheik continued.
"The Temple is too corrupted with monsters. You have to cleanse the Temple, Link." The sound of Sheik saying his name sent an odd shiver down Link's spine.
"Uh…ok," was all Link could get out. He cleared his throat. "Well, it was a…pleasure meeting you, Sheik," he said politely as Sheik turned to face him and clasped his hands behind his back. He gazed at Sheik for a few more moments, then turned and headed towards the doorway that led to the front room.
"You can't get in the Temple at the moment." Sheik told Link's departing back. Link stopped and turned, the devilish smile back on his face.
"What, is it closed for remodeling?" Sheik's face remained blank, as though his sense of humor had just washed away.
"No. You're not properly equipped."
Link's smile faded. "Oh…"
"Head to Kakariko Village, at the base of Death Mountain. There you will acquire the proper equipment you need to enter the Forest Temple, and awaken the Forest Sage. Farewell, Hero of Time" With that, he raised his hand, and threw something to the ground. A sound like a whip-crack rang threw the empty room and a light flashed.
"Wait!" But Link had to shield his eyes from the blinding flash. When his eye re-adjusted to the room, he searched all around him. Sheik was gone. Vanished…Link shook his head.
"Sheikah…."
