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"Morning Sleeping Beauty," A deep, growling voice wove its way into Sheik's nightmare-filled mind. She fought it, not wanting to wake up.

Sheik blinked tiredly. It was early, and she needed a long, llooooonnnngggg rest. Her previous sleep had been filled with nightmares about-

Oh no. She was still in a dungeon. Her friends were still creepily frozen, she was still trapped, and her mission had ended in capture. No, not capture. Failure. Utter and complete failure.

"How'd ya sleep?" And to top it all off, Sheik's guard was none other than Wolf O'Donnell, who was probably going to snap her legs in half if she moved. Then again, he might not, judging by the way he looked at her.

"It could've been better," Sheik replied groggily. "If I hadn't been chained to a freaking dungeon wall," Wolf chuckled, taking a step forward. Sheik narrowed her eyes, flashing them in a dangerous way, but he continued to move closer, steps echoing off the stone walls. In a flash, the ninja got an idea.

A little closer, She thought to herself. One more step... Now! In one swift move, Sheik knotted her feet around Wolf's ankles, making him teeter and wobble, losing his balance. Wolf's face went from sly and mysterious to surprised and dumbstruck in less than a millisecond. That's a record! She tightened the grip around his legs, no mercy, just pain and the unbalancing act.

"What?" he said/asked incredulously as Sheik sent him sprawling to the floor. He began to lift his furry, snouted head, but she gave it a large, powerful kick, knocking him out. Sheik smiled; she had finally done something right on this misson. She was proud of herself. That was a good change of mood, even if it was a little boastful. Besides, the look on Wolf's face was totally worth it.

Now, back to business. She was hand-cuffed to a wall, which, actually, wasn't a problem. She hadn't thought about it until now, but now was the time. Sheik took another thing, one she had never shown to anyone, something she again had thought she would never use. It was a lock pick. It was old-fashioned (and a bit rusty), but then again, these were old-fashioned hand-cuffs. Also, it was so conveniently placed in an almost invisible pocket near her neck, that if I time like this were to come, she could pull it out with her teeth.

Sheik did this, biting down on the small metal object and lifting it out of its place. She turned her head around as far as it would go, aiming towards her hands. Carefully, she released it down her back, missing her hands, but, thankfully, also missing the grate behind her. If it had gone down there, all hope would be lost. There was no way she would be able to find it in the grate; it was probably very deep. Sheik scooped up the lock pick and set to work. The keyhole was on the right hand-cuff, which meant she would have to switch hands. Her left hand wasn't quite as steady, but soon she could fit it into the lock, after a bit of trial and error. Sheik tried to turn the pick, jiggling it into place, but to her absolute horror, it slipped.

And fell down the grate. Of course.

Clang, clang, clang. She froze as she heard it fall down the hole, banging against the sides. It was gone forever.

"(insert swear word of your choice here)!" Sheik yelled, but quickly shut her mouth. That was her absolute last chance of escape! And she just let it fall down a drain! What kind of idiot was she? Gritting her teeth, she pulled uselessly against the metal cuffs, but to no avail. Obviously. Sheik wanted to scream with anger and frusteration. God damn it, she was such a-

Wait.

Maybe she could get out. A new thought dawned on her mind. Oh yes, she could! Sheik smiled, and crawled over to Wolf O'Donnell's unconscious body. (No all you sick people, she was not going to do that.)

There they were. Thank the heavenly goddesses.

Slung around his belt loop, on a silver ring, was the keys. The keys to her hand-cuffs! Sheik almost laughed out loud. Heck, why did she even bother trying to pick it when the keys were barely a foot from her? Wow, she was sort of an idiot...

When Sheik realized she couldn't reach the keys with her hands, she pulled them off the wolf dude with her feet. Slipping them into her hands, she pushed each key into the lock, being deadly careful not to let it them fall down the drain. After what seemed like a year's worth of trial-and-error with every key, Sheik smiled when she heard the satisfying click of the lock being undone.

She stood up, stretching out the cramps she got from sleeping. In seconds Sheik began to walk down the hall, proud of herself, smiling over her victory. Yet for some reason, there was a nagging, irritating thing scratching at the back of her mind. At first Sheik just ignored it, but it just got worse. So she tried to pinpoint what the suspicion was, yet even though it was on the tip of her tongue, Sheik just couldn't place a finger on it.

Until, of course, she reached a fork in the hall, one path going straight ahead, and another branching off to the right. The descision about which hall to take bounced back and forth in her mind, and finally, Sheik realized what thought had been nagging at her.

Sheik had no idea how to get out.

Another hole in the road, another bump in the fabric. And this time, she couldn't find a solution. Sheik wanted to scream at herself for being so stupid. Of course she studied the upper parts of the castle, but not the dungeons. Because, of course, she didn't even fathom the possibility of getting caught. What an idiot.

All of a sudden, a stinging pain shot up Sheik's back. She fell to the ground, whipping her head around, looking for her attacker.

" Escaping? We can't have that now, can we?" Wolf O'Donnell stepped out of the shadows, grinning widely, his clawed gun smoking slightly. He blew the smoke off the barrel, like they do in movies, and smiled at the floored ninja.

Wolf has an awesome smile, Sheik thought to herself. And his eyes are so-

Wait! Stop that! He's the enemy, remember? God I'm such a nutcase. Sheik shook all embarassing thoughts from her mind, completely surprised at herself. What is wrong with me today?

"Go away, dogboy," Sheik said coldly. "I'd hate to have to beat the shit out of you," She wasn't sure if she was trying to convince him, or herself.

"I'm not sure you could do that, sugar," Wolf said, holding up some needles and an electric whip. Sheik bubbled up with anger, not just because he was taunting her with her stolen weapons. Also because-

"Wolf O'Donnell," Sheik said slowly. "Are you... flirting with me?" Just to be safe, she took a large step back.

"Don't be like that, babe," He said, and Sheik could feel her face glow red. Wolf took another step forward, strangely taller than the ninja, eyes glinting icy blue.

"Shut up," she muttered, but her voice came out as a high squeak. "Give me my weapons, and maybe I might not kill you," Sheik spit poison and ice into every word. To her great surprise, Wolf threw her the supplies. For a second, she just stared at him, shocked and amazed at how easily he gave in to her.

Wolf P.O.V.

Wolf smiled, hoping his plan was working. It probably was. He closed his eyes, and began to recite what he had practiced while Sheik had been asleep. It was harder now that she was listening, not unconscious in the dungeon.

"On one condition," Wolf said. "I help lead you out of this castle, and then we- Oh wait, that's two conditions. One per weapon, I guess." But Sheik was already sprinting down the hall, cackling with glee.

You know what? Wolf thought, angry at himself. I really should have laid down the conditions first, and then made the deal. I'm such a freaking idiot. He ran after her, annoyed, using Wolf Flash whenever possible to catch up. She was so beautiful when running, her blonde braid streaming out behind her back...

Sheik P.O.V.

God he's such a freaking idiot. Sheik thought, laughing. But she had caught the first thing he said.

"I help you get out of the castle," That was tempting.

"I can get out myself," She reminded herself. Their was always an exit, somewhere around. Sheik turned left at the next fork, randomly looking for a way out. Her legs were pumping fast, but she didn't waste time stopping. The next door she found she leaped through it, but stopped almost immediately.

It was a torcher chamber. Axes, knives, and other tools Sheik was too horrified to decribe hung from the walls. Bloody chopping blocks, limb rippers, and other disgusting machines of torcher were placed around the room.

Shuddering, Sheik jumped onto the nearest chandolier, hoping to get Wolf with a surprise attack from above. For a second nothing happened, but then Wolf entered the room, huffing. He looked around, trying to spot his quarry.

"And he huffed and he puffed," Sheik said, spraying the wolf with needles. "but no matter how hard he tried," she leaped down a socked him in the jaw, not cracking it but definately leaving a mark. "He just couldn't blow the brick house down," Sheik was about to deliver a swift upperchuck to Wolf, but then she noticed that he wasn't fighting back. He looked open for attack, not even trying to defend.

All of a sudden, an emotion, one Sheik didn't think would occur or be relevant to the time arose. Mercy. That was all.

Sheik sighed, and, against all will that she was sane enough to call her own, she picked up Wolf and carried him away, searching for a place where she could clean him up. Sheik didn't love him, not yet, but maybe, just maybe, he might be on her side.

Maybe he was a traitor to the kings.

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