A:N/ Now, I am going with my own theory, that Sheik is first and foremost just a feminine male. Which, if you disagree do not rant at me about it because you know what? I have had people rant at me about it for months and my opinion has not been swayed yet. Secondly, Sheik is his own person. He is not Zelda in disguise, he is Sheik of the Sheikahs and that's who he is. Lastly, that Sheik is 18 here, so he's a year older than Link.

Warning: This is a slash. While I will not make it a full on sex slash this is a Romance fiction and the pairing you will see is Link/Sheik. Don't like it, turn back now.

Do not flame me. Don't like my story then please, do the best thing you can do for me and tell me WHY instead of telling an overly general insult of it. I do not accept insults but I welcome criticism with very open arms. And really……….I beg for it. I won't lie.

Also! It is a POV story, from Sheik's POV. If you couldn't figure it out.

Story: Lazuline Rubies

Rating: T for Teen, for sexual themes

Summary: It was a long seven years. Training to teach the Hero of Time what he missed while he slept. Agonizing really, and pointless all the while, until I actually saw the Hero of Time. Slash (Link/Sheik)

Chapter One: Falter

It has been seven long years almost to the day that I had been asked by Zelda to watch the boy. I had no desire to meddle in the affairs of Hylians, but Impa had asked at the same time as well. I was not daft, I had no death wish, so I agreed once Impa spoke her opinion.

The woman scares me, her overall demeanor is enough to send chills down my spine even now. It was worse when I was only eleven when she asked. I was also the last born Sheikah, which gave me no choice in the matter. I was bound by the vow of my ancestors. Whether I wished it or not.

I was forced through agonizing training, just to protect the boy later on. For seven long years, each day I was forced to learn to fight, dodge, use magic, ride. I had no break. I wondered how they expected a boy, only ten when he fell asleep, to know how to fight in his body seven years later with no training at all. I suppose that's where I came in. But it all seemed like an impossible situation to me. To place the future of this world on some inexperienced boy. It was idiotic, even if Zelda insisted that the boy was Goddess sent. Her opinion mattered little, she was obviously smitten with the boy.

But Impa trusted the boy as well. However, even if the Hylian world were to go towards ruin, the Sheikahs would manage, we did the last time. I am just the last born for a few hundred years, after a while, we will begin repopulating. As grotesque as that sounds, it's what we have been told since birth. The elders still lived, even as the first Awakening struck. Thousands of years old, but age was not kind to most of them.

I am the youngest male, which they say makes me more adaptable. In all honesty, I know that it just means I am more disposable. I have not found my place within the Sheikah so have no set skill. No family, no one would weep over me. I was extendable, and this was their chance. They however argue that this is not the case at all. But that I, only a year older than the Hero will be, will be able to gain his trust easily. I am not naïve, though they may believe me to be.

I wonder what the boy will be like. I attempted to ask Zelda, but it was all in vain. She merely got wistful at the mere mention of his name.

Impa however, also claims the boy is handsome; although I was looking for an answer more in the personality category. She also admitted that he was a bit clueless. But of course, she only knew him at age ten. Though I suppose now his mentality is no better. He is still ten in heart and mind. No matter if Zelda or Impa claims he matured within the time. He merely dreamt the entire time. It's not as if he learned everything while he was asleep.

But I have to get ready. I will meet with the boy in a couple hours. Truthfully, I am dreading it. I have been training for years to watch the boy and keep him safe. There is a difference between sparring and training and the real danger that I may have to face. Not to mention the fact that I have to guide him. Him, the Hero of Time. I have to tell the savior of the world what to do. Tell him something and leave out one tiny, minuscule detail, and the world may fall.

Who's fault is it?

Mine.

I couldn't live with that in the afterlife. Not to mention Zelda would kill me for killing her precious...what was his name?

...I'll remember it later.

"Sheik! Get in your outfit! Where's your cowl? Will you ever cut your hair!" Despite popular belief, my hair was rather long, nearly to the small of my back, which you could see when it was not held up. It was also cut at odd ends, to keep it out of my face when it was up or down. It was the bane of Zelda's existence. She hated the unruliness of my hair. (About the only female to hate my hair.) It was the envy of all females. Blonde with natural brown highlights, long and untamed but still looked well kept.

My eyes also caused gawking, even at times from Zelda. They were a tamed fiery red. It caused most people to stop when I looked up. I have never liked the way I looked, all the appreciative looks I get from people only make me more aware of how different I am. Desired by women only for the difference in how I look and ridiculed by men for my lithe body.

"SHEIK! Snap out of whatever day dream you are having! Grab your daggers, your lyre and get going!" I hated Zelda. Zelda was a nice person in portions but she was overbearing. She reminded me of a mother hen, fretting over her chicks when they were not even going anywhere.

I walked to Zelda, carefully taking my lyre and daggers. I knew the pace I was going at was driving the young woman crazy. I almost smirked and went to the other room to change. The outfit should have been damned long ago, it was skin tight and hard to get in to. It took ages and was the most uncomfortable piece of cloth that the Goddesses could have created. But it allowed me to move freely, so I was stuck with it.

Next, came my hair. It was easy to put back. I used a small leather strap that was cut from one of my older pair of clothes. Zelda said it was disgusting, Impa merely raised an eyebrow. I thought it was resourceful, it saved me a couple rupees on a strap that looked exactly the same.

The cowl was a different problem completely, no matter how I tried, my hair always covered my right eye. I could see out between the locks of hair but it was just an annoyance, finally, I gave up. I had to be there and quick. I quickly said my good-byes and left for the Temple of Time.

The entire feel of the Temple was altered. Before, I came here for a place of escape. Now it felt as if time itself stood still, just waiting. The tension put me on edge. I know I had to wait for the Hero o-

Link, that was his name, Link. I have to wait for him, apparently Rauru is taking a longer time than we would have supposed. I slipped back into the shadows and waited.

Finally, I saw the boy lowered down near the pedestal. He looked around in amazement as the fairy spoke to him nearby. I could see he had not yet grown accustomed to the idea of being seven years in the future. He barely listened to the words of the fairy and continued to gaze at the Temple in amazement.

After a small talk with his fairy, he stepped forward. I saw my chance, I teleported to where he was once standing, and waited.

It took the boy a while before he registered that someone was behind him. Impa was right, he could be clueless. This was going to be a long journey. He twirled around and unsheathed his sword, as if he had done it his entire life.

That's when he looked at me, his bright blue eyes bore into mine. They were sparked with curiosity but also a hint of danger. I couldn't move, couldn't talk, felt like I was going to faint. The world dissolved and all I saw where that boy's eyes. I felt a blush creeping against my cheekbones as he continued to stare at me.

I tried to calm myself, but suddenly I didn't know how to breathe. All I knew was that he was perfect.

Calm, Sheik, you've trained for this.

A:N/ And done! I wrote it when I should have been watching children. Well, they were fine so I did my job.

-Zelda