Hey there!

Little experimentation with posting on my iPod, so if I make any odd mistakes, please point them out.

As for the story itself, I watched a couple episodes of Hyrule Assassin, and a couple hours later, I wanted to type up this little idea. Sadly I'm at my dad's, and I don't have a computer here, so I typed it up on my Werdsmith app and copy and pasted it onto here, bringing with it a bunch of oddball issues where it would have a bunch of jumbled words saying text size and other crap.

So anyway, if anyone thinks it interesting, tell me. If you don't, I'll still at least make a chapter two, but if that doesn't get anywhere, then I think I'll have an issue.

Link yawned, bored out of his mind, sitting on the couch in the middle of the SDB headquarters. The SDB, or Secret Death Bringers (no one was quite sure why it was named that) was an assassination group that consisted of only a couple members, but were infamous for getting the job done quickly, and without any evidence that they did it. The kingdom's princess had long since put an ever growing bounty on the group's head. Not that they cared.

Anyway, back to Link. He was no more than 17, but was easily one of the best assassins the group could hope for. When he was young, he had no parents, no friends, and no home because the orphanage he had been staying at kicked him out when he was 7 after they caught him trying to steal something he wanted. He was found by a member not much older than him, Zant, who was returning from a shopping trip. Though a little unhinged, he was still the nicest person Link had ever had the pleasure of meeting, so when he was offered a life with the SDB, he couldn't resist. The other assassins were skeptical that Link would be of use to them at first, but he had been determined to master the arts they taught him. It didn't take long for him to grow used to the lifestyle, and quickly made a name for himself as the master assassin that couldn't be taken down. Early on, he had been caught during an attempt on the Goron blacksmith's life. He had to fight his way through dozens of enraged Gorons just to survive. He had learned from that experience, and never again was he caught.

"Link!" Zant called out.

"What's up?" Link asked lazily.

"Your turn to go shopping," he informed the swordsman.

Link sighed and stood. Zant handed him a shopping list, and small bag of 200 rupees, his sword, and his mask. Link shoved the list and rupees in his pocket and put the sword on his back and the mask, a popular character known as a Keaton, on his face and walked out, muttering a swift but polite hello to his boss as he passed.

As he walked through Hyrule market, he was well aware that citizens and guards alike where staring at him. Probably because he had a child's mask on. It wasn't any worse than the guard he had once encountered at the path to Death Mountain that had worn it as well before gifting Link with it. He walked into the bazaar, whose proprietor had never minded Link, because a costumer was a costumer. Link had once asked what he would do if he found out one of his well paying costumers was actually one of the infamous assassins. The man had replied that it would depend on the money that he spent on average, but if it was at least 50 rupees a week, then he figured he could get a lot more money from not turning them in. Link chuckled and asked, "Even if they're a danger to society?" To which the man replied with, "Nope, I'd get more out of leaving them alone, so long as they didn't try to harm me." Upon hearing that, Link trusted the man enough to remove his mask and tell him who he was, and why he bought such odd items in mass quantities. The man actually didn't mind Link's status and agreed to not bother him or turn him in, so long as the SDB wouldn't hunt him or his family down. Link had happily agreed, and since then, the bazaar had been the assassins' go-to destination when shopping. It was one of the few places he felt comfortable removing his mask.

Link picked up everything on the list, alongside a couple of snacks, and things that they were getting low on last he checked. He got a discount that took off 50 rupees from the total, as the price of everything added up to well over 200 rupees. Link thanked the man and jokingly told him to not die before placing his mask back on and one by one shoving the bags in his magic, infinite pockets.

He walked out the store and felt the stares of everyone on him again. He frowned and glared at them in return, though it was rather difficult to tell that he was, considering the mask's eyeholes didn't allow you to see the wear's eyes. Despite this fact, everyone got the idea that the sword he carried around wasn't for show, and that if they continued to look at him, they would most certainly die. They adverted their gazes instantly. Satisfied, Link turned to leave and ran right into someone, knocking him down and throwing his mask off his head. Letting out a groan, he opened his eyes and looked up at the person that he had run into. Despite the blueish skin, red eyes and the fact that she was practically a giant by his standards, as he had to crane his neck to see her face while sitting, Link thought she looked rather pretty.

Noticing his mask was gone, Link swiftly turned his gaze to the ground, looking around for it. "Looking for this?" The woman asked.

Link looked back up, staring as she held out the mask. Link nodded, standing and taking it from her, putting it back on, muttering a thanks.

"Why do you hide your face from the world?" The woman asked.

"People don't like me," he responded. "If you knew who I was, then you wouldn't either. In fact, you would probably flee."

"Try me," the woman replied without hesitation.

Link laughed at her enthusiasm. "If we meet again, I think about it."

"Alright then, what's your name?" She asked.

"What's your's?" Link retorted.

"I asked first," the woman replied with an annoyed expression.

Link figured it wouldn't be wise to push her buttons, she he caved and told her, "Fine. It's Link." He felt rather odd, as for some reason, he trusted her with his real name, without knowing that she could hold his secret should she realize who he was. Especially since his name and basic info was plastered on almost ever wall because the princess wanted him dead.

The woman nodded, telling him, "I'm Midna."

Link nodded and turned to the sun, finding that it was almost to the point of setting. "Shit, I have to go!" Without saying a goodbye, he rushed away.

"Um, see you later?" Midna said, watching him flee.

At the castle...

A young shiekah appeared before the princess as she worked. "I just saw the assassin, Link, with the Twilight Princess."

The princess flinched at the news, pausing in her work. "Is she aware the boy is a danger?"

"Judging from the somewhat light-hearted conversation they had, no," the shiekah replied. "I also wanted to inform you that over the past year, he comes to the town every six weeks and heads straight to the bazaar. He spends on average 20 to 30 minutes there before leaving without going anywhere else. He never has any visible objects with him upon leaving. The owner of the bazaar refuses to give any information, saying that it's for the safety of his costumers, and doesn't particularly care if he's helping criminals so long as they don't harm him." The princess growled and clutched her pen so tight that it almost snapped like a twig. "I'm sorry, my lady, I should have taken him down while he was distracted."

"No, it's better that you don't cause a ruckus," the princess informed him. "So we have to wait 6 weeks for him to appear again?"The shiekah nodded. "Very well. Prepare for that day. I want him taken down next time he arrives." The shiekah bowed and turned, leaving the princess with her work.

At SDB headquarters, he pulled out bag after bag from his pockets, handing the remaining rupees to Zant, who acted as the group's treasurer because he didn't want to get hurt on missions.

Ghirihim, the oddly expressive weirdo of the group, walked over to the bags and started rummaging through one of them. "Did you get the cookies and shampoo?" He asked.

Link chuckled and told him, "Look in your bag." He pointed at the bag that was marked with a G, indicating that it was him. Link had long since set up such a system because he kept losing the cookies or spilled Zant's juice on them or somehow caused some sort of odd violent chemical reaction, causing almost everything to explode, which annoyed everyone to no end whenever it happened, so Link had to give them their own personal bags just so it no longer happened. One misplace, and everything goes to shit.

"Probably should have remembered that," Ghirihim commented, looking through his bag, pulling out a cookie and munching contently on it.

"So how was your time out there?" Zant asked.

"Why do you ask me that every time I do so much as step outside?" Link asked, earning a shrug in reply. "Well, anyway, it was the same, basically. Got the shopping done, talked to the owner of the bazaar, nothing different." He left out his encounter with Midna, not wanting to frighten them by telling them someone saw him without his mask. Or for them to tease him about the fact that he met a female about his age and talked to her longer than some of his conversations with Zant, which were never very long, but that was beside the point.

Their boss walked into the room. "Good morning, boss," Zant greeted.

"It's not morning, Zant," he grunted.

"Ah, not true. It's morning somewhere, is it not?" Zant replied.

"Yeah, otherwise tomorrow is going to be seriously disappointing," Ghirihim chimed in, his mouth still full of cookie.

The boss sighed at the group's shenanigans. "Whatever," he groaned. "Link, I have a mission for you."
Link perked up at the mention of a mission. "What is it?" He asked.

"Apparently, a princess from another realm has actually come here to talk to Princess Zelda. The client apparently was wronged by her a while ago, but we don't take out of realm missions, as you know. So he's waited until now to put in a hit on her."

Link nodded. "Ok, give me the information and I'll go. Is there any specific way he wanted the assassination to be done?"

The boss shook his head. "Nah, he just wants her dead." He handed a somewhat small packet containing all the info they had on her and left the room.

Link wandered over to the couch and sat down, thumbing his way through the packet as he walked. He didn't exactly see too much of the physical features page the first time around, becuase he was trying to multitask walking and reading and was mostly failing, but he did notice that she was a giant by average Hylian standards, standing about 6 feet and 5 or so inches when she wasn't slouching, had blueish skin and red eyes. He was thinking the description sounded familiar, but he didn't dwell on it or stop to look back at the name that he had missed. He continued on, sitting down and starting paying more attention to the details.

'She is the princess of the Twilight Realm, rather snarky and sassy, more so than most people. Probably won't hesitate to murder you if you try to kill her.'

Link stopped for a second and re-read that last part just to make sure he wasn't crazy. "Won't hesitate to kill if you threaten her," Link muttered to himself, ever so slightly disturbed because she'd probably done it before. "Duly noted. Doesn't seem very princess-y, though."

He continued on, finishing the packet and finally turning back to the front to re-read the parts that he had skimmed over before. He stopped upon seeing the name. Muttering a small "Oh," he thought 'Well, Midna, it looks like you're going to be finding out a lot more about me real soon.'

Alright, well, sorry if Ghirihim is out of character. I never played SS and lack the attention span to watch someone play it. So his personality will be a tad off.