So Sheik is distracted by this new person. Will he be able to handle this new threat? Or will Link kick his but for being an idiot. read on my friends read on.
That voice was so familiar. He just couldn't place where he had heard it before.
Sheik thought about it during his whole lesson. He was thinking about it so much that Link actually won the sparing match. Sheik stood up in shock at his defeat.
"I can't believe that I actually lost to you," Sheik said on the way back home.
"You were so side tracked it was easy," Link said laughing.
"I couldn't help it," Sheik said stopping and looking up at the darkening sky, "that guy's voice was way too familiar. I don't even know why."
"Yeah, I know how you feel," said Link quietly. Link walked over to a fence-post and leaned against it looking into the field of goats. "It was like a blast to the past, a past I can't remember, but can't forget either. It was like, I don't know, magic or something."
"Magic," Sheik repeated to himself, "that actually sounds about right."
Link smiled and they started walking again.
Pretty soon they were at Castle town. Sheik walked over to a house and opened the door.
"Mom, I'm home," he called inside.
"Dinner's on the table," a woman's voice called from inside.
"See ya' Link," Sheik began to walk inside, "Oh, wait."
Link turned toward his friend.
"Do you want to hit the gym tomorrow for some sparing matches? Coach Impa says that Saturdays are always open for sparing matches."
"You only want to avenge your humiliating defeat," Link said with a smile.
"Yeah, basically."
Link laughed, "You're on, Sheik Maspeth."
"See you there at 10 A.M. Link Gaiden."
Link walked the rest of the way to Ordon and sat on his front porch. He was thinking about a few weeks before. The very end of the school year. Link was sitting on the handrail of the main steps of the school watching people leaving. Sheik was talking to him about their plans for the summer. He then saw her face. Pale, sad, and beautiful. She walked past the two boys. Sheik immediately stopped talking and watched her out of the corner of his eye carefully. Link watched her fully. She never looked toward them. She was one of the only people who were still wearing long sleeves and jeans. Her long brown hair fell softly down her back. She walked by and then to the left. She walked away from the two boys and soon was out of sight.
"There's just something about her that never set right with me," Sheik said.
"How," Link asked.
"I don't know, just… I don't know. It's like I should go over and talk to her or something, but I don't want to."
"You like her?"
"I'm not sure, I mean, she is pretty and all, but she just seems like the type of person who I would be really good friends with… not a serious relationship."
"So you just want to be friends with her?"
"Yeah I guess so, but you know her. She disappears every summer and then she takes days off from school randomly."
"Yet she still has one of the highest GPA's in the entire school."
"She confuses me."
"That's Zelda for you."
Link's thoughts were interrupted by someone tapping him on the shoulder.
"Supper's on the table, Grandma made your favorite, Chicken Pot pie."
"Yum," Link said standing and throwing the messenger over his shoulder.
"Link put me down," the little girl cried.
"Umm, no."
Link made it to the kitchen and set the little girl down.
"Must you pick on poor little Aryl like that," his grandma said softly.
"I'm not picking on her, I'm making sure she makes it to the table the same time I do," Link defended.
"Well then I'm sure you wouldn't mind doing the dishes then."
"What does that have to do with the price of beans in China?"
Link's grandma just laughed.
Sheik walked into the house after waving good-bye to Link. He walked into the kitchen where his mother was putting two plates on the table.
"Have fun today, Sheik," she asked motherly.
"Yes mom," Sheik said annoyed.
"Elbows off the table dear," his mother said.
"Yes mom," Sheik repeated.
Sheik's mother sighed and smiled, "I made you lasagna."
"Yummy," he said making a face.
"I'm sure you'd also be excited to hear that you'll be doing the dishes tonight."
Sheik moaned a little and scooped out some lasagna for himself.
The next day Link and Sheik met at the entrance to the gym and were about to go inside when they heard a commotion from inside.
They could tell that two people were sparing.
"So let me get this straight," Coach Impa said through grunts of battle, "you did nothing wrong and yet it still didn't work."
"That's what I'm telling you," another struggling voice said.
Link opened the door to find Impa with her weapons pulled out and ready to fly at a figure with a wrap around their head like an official Sheikah and official Sheikah clothing. The boy was flipping gracefully about and throwing his weapons at Impa as well. Link and Sheik looked at each other and then at Coach Impa.
Impa looked at the boy that was on a ledge staring at the two new comers.
"Shall we have a brawl," Impa said.
The boy pulled out his blade and threw it past Impa's head.
"I'll take that as a yes."
The boy dropped to the ground and faced the two. Link and Sheik both took their fighting stance and the match began.
Link ran at the boy and began to punch madly at him. He dodged every blow.
Sheik fought with Impa. The boy was very agile and flipped over Link's head many times delivering various blows.
"Sheik, come help me," Link called to his friend. Soon the boy was surrounded and cornered. Every time he tried to jump out of danger Sheik would always knock him back in.
Impa watched warily as the boy tried to find a way out. Soon the two threw their punches. Sheik's fell onto his upper right thigh and Link's went to his left forearm.
"Stop!" Impa shouted as the boy fell to the floor in pain.
"I did not hit him that hard," Sheik retorted.
"Me neither," Link added.
"It didn't take much though," Impa said sitting the boy up.
Link and Sheik's eyes grew wide as they saw the fabric of the boy's clothes begin to darken with blood.
"Let's get him out of that thing," Sheik said getting down on his hands and knees.
"No," Coach Impa picked the boy up and walked into the private room, "I will nurse the wounds, you two stay here and keep sparing."
Link and Sheik watched as Impa closed the door and locked it behind her. They took all of two seconds to get next to the door with their ears pressed against it, listening.
"Are you alright?"
"I can't believe they opened again."
"I apologize, I shouldn't have offered."
"No, it's alright, now I know I need to work on getting out of corners with out being pulled back in or worse."
As the two listened the more they thought the voice was very feminine.
Sheik shot Link a look and Link agreed; it was a girl behind that mask.
They continued to listen.
"Will he see them?"
The girl moaned, "Yes, but that is the least of my problems."
"First thing Monday you will learn how to get out of that sort of situation."
The girl gasped, "Oh no, he wanted me back by 10:15, it's nearly 10:20! Oh, he's going to kill me!"
"Wait, your head wrapping," Impa called.
"It doesn't matter, I'm dead either way!"
The door flew open and a brown haired girl raced out of the gym at break-neck speed.
Link and Sheik stood and watched as she flung open the door and continued to run.
Impa rushed to the door and looked after her.
"Who is she," Link asked.
Impa sighed, "I will not say, but let us hope she returns on Monday."
"Why wouldn't she return on Monday," Sheik asked.
Impa simply sighed and walked away. Her house was connected to the gym and that is where she went.
"You know," Sheik said after a short silence, "Girls haven't been allowed to learn the Sheikah arts since Coach Impa was a girl. They say it's because most Sheikah become spies and men are more qualified to be spies than girls."
"That's stupid. It's because no girls have ever wanted to deal with the Sheikah arts. They're all into magic and shopping."
"Yeah, you're probably right, Link."
Oops, she let her gaurd down and got hurt. Silly girl. But who is she? Why is she running away? What happened to her in the first place? I say street fighter. review please!