The black-haired teen paced the room back and forth, breathing at an unsteady pace with his arms behind his back. He suddenly flipped his head around, maroon eyes locking on a metal door, the lock in it clicking quietly from the outside. Said eyes narrowed and he silently went to the back side of the door, so that when it opened the opener wouldn't be able to see him.

He watched the knob turn and pushed his strong, attractive figure harder against the wall. The door slowly was pushed open.

The teen swung out a pale fist, connecting it with the nose of the one opening the door.

Link sighed, staring out his apartment window, wishing it wasn't a Monday, he didn't have work to do, and that he could be outside right now.

He sighed again as he turned his beautiful blue gaze back to the paper sitting in front of him. He clicked the pencil on the wooden desk in an annoying manner, willing his brain to think of something good to write for his next assignment, which was due in two days and he hadn't even started it yet. He glanced at the open laptop next to him, on Wikipedia for various things he'd needed to look up. He glanced back outside.

How tempting that sun looked, taunting him with its warm rays of early spring. A light breeze blew through the open window, causing the white shades to sway lightly.

"Fine," Link announced to the empty apartment. "I'll go outside." Heaven knows I'm not going to get anything done today anyway, he thought irritably, flicking a lock of blonde hair from his eyes and sliding into his shoes to step out into the hallway of his apartment. He jogged down the steps, not even bothering with the elevator which held a grudge against him, and pushed his way out to door to a warm day, not cold but not hot, either. He closed his eyes, relishing in the soft breeze, despite the smells of city around him. Luckily, he lived across from a park, so didn't have to deal with tall buildings to wake up to everyday.

He jogged across the road, avoiding the taxis and grumpy drivers of New York City. He stopped at the edge of Central Park, breathing in the scents of the little happiness the place held, no matter how many dogs had been there.

The teen adjusted his green tee a little around his arms as he walked through the park, past the auditorium they held Shakespeare in the Park at and went up to a beautiful flower garden. He explored around the small paths for a minute before finding a long cement bench built out of the planter. He lay down on it, looking up through the trees to the blue sky above.

Unknowingly, Link soon fell asleep. He was awoken with someone prodding him lightly on the shoulder.

"Hey, you. You might want to wake up." Link blinked his groggy eyes open, and jumped in surprise to see a face looking back down at him, as if he was looking in a mirror. He quickly got over his rude surprise and sat up, looking around to realize the sun had set in the few hours he'd been asleep.

He looked back at the man who'd awoken him. His face, Link noticed, was much similar to his own, but he had beautiful silky midnight hair and...red eyes? His skin was also much paler than Link's, but none of these facts could dispel the fact that they looked much alike.

"Huh? Who are you?" Link asked, rubbing his blue eyes with the back of a hand.

"Doesn't matter," the man said quickly. "But you're in Central Park at night, and that's not the best idea. Where do you live, so I can take you home?"

Link peered at the strange man intently. He seemed nice enough.

"How can I be so sure you're not one of those reasons I shouldn't be in Central Park at night?"

"You can't," the man replied, a wry smile on his lips. "But I guess you'll just have to trust me."

Link stared at him for a moment longer. "Fine. But don't try to start leading the way." He sent the man a sharp look before standing up and walking down one of the cement paths, the other man walking quietly behind him.

After a slightly lengthy walk, Link was back at the street across from his apartment. He turned to the pale man.

"Thanks," he said, smiling.

"Yeah," he replied. "And it's Dark Link, by the way." Link blinked. Even their names were similar.

"Nice to meet you, Dark," he said, picking up on the easy nickname quickly. "I'm Link."

Dark nodded his head, shaking Link's hand. "Maybe we'll meet again someday," he said.

"Maybe," Link said quietly before waving and making his way across the street to his home.

"Maybe..." he whispered to his apartment as he walked into it, sliding out of his shoes. "Maybe."

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The prologue for you. I'm not good at fan fictions, so I hope this one will at least nab your attention for the first part. I'm better at my own stories. XD

Reviews, please!

-Jaws