Author Note: Here's the first "chapter" of the story. :D Enjoy! And please, take the time to leave a review, even if you hated it. It shows me where my story stands. And for those of you who don't like Link x Sheik, that won't be the case for a while, if at all. And I have a question, do you guys prefer chapters this length that get updated more often, or longer chapters that take a bit more time?
Disclaimer: I still don't own The Legend of Zelda.
Chapter 1: The Beginning
The wind blew hard and cold, sending unpleasant sensations against my bare skin. My ponytail swung back and forth and my bangs became messy, making it even harder to see. Even though it was still technically summer, the weather gave off the illusion it was mid- autumn.
Sheik walked beside me, silent and cold, literally. Every once in a while he would shiver and rub his arms in an attempt to warm them. Frowning, I looked on, unsure of what to do.
"Heh. It's cold out right? It sucks that to get to our rooms from the infirmary we have to walk halfway across campus. Haha." My attempt to make small talk was futile and made the atmosphere even more awkward. Sheik's movements froze and he dropped his arms. He sped up and walked a good distance in front of me. I sighed. This was going to be a long year.
Halfway to our dorm, we passed a building with a clock in front. The hands were happily ticking half past six. I hadn't realized it was that late already. My stomach growled and I groaned in frustration. Out of all the possible moments I could get hungry, it had to be now?
Sheik was even farther in front than he was before. I ran up to him. "Hey, listen. Are you hungry? We can go grab a bite to eat." He stopped walking and said nothing.
Uhm. I'll take that as a yes.
Grabbing Sheik by the wrist, I turned in a different direction, leading him to the campus café. People stared at us as we walked past. I had to admit, it was a weird scene. The smaller boy seemed to be conscious of the looks as well. He scowled and yanked his hand free from my grasp. I sure underestimated his strength.
We reached the campus café, an open sign hanging in the window. Sheik approached the building and hesitantly looked inside. Confused, I went and opened the door for him. He continued to stare at nothing in particular, his blonde hair gently swaying. "You can . . . go . . . in," I stated. Still no further movements. I became annoyed and frustrated. My stomach was roaring in protest and I wanted to eat, but I had to be with Sheik. So what did I do? I grabbed him by his wrist again and dragged him inside.
The café was brightly lit and packed. Students hovered throughout the room, eating, conversing with their friends, and using the café's free wi-fi. I walked up to the counter, forgetting Sheik was in tow.
"Hey Link!" A voice chirped in my ear. I turn to see my best friend Saria. Her green hair was in twin braids and she wore a brown sleeveless turtleneck, green shorts, and brown sandals. I smirked.
"What? Are girls more interested in looking good than staying warm?" I retorted. She flicked my forehead with her finger.
"Don't be jealous I'm adorable and you're not. And besides, it's like, still summer."
"As if I really care about that, and besides, it's like, 65 degrees outside," I said in a mocking tone. That earned me a punch from Saria and I laughed. "You need to work on your muscles if you expect that to hurt me."
"Shut uppppppppp, Link," she whined, "We can't all be macho and strong like you." I chuckled and smiled my signature half – smirk. "Oh. By the way, why have you been holding onto Sheik for the past ten minutes who, for the record, looks like he wants to shoot himself right now?" I felt Sheik tense up at Saria's last comment. I shot her a look that said 'Don't give him any ideas.' After I let go of his arm, he immediately pulled it back and stuffed his hands in his pockets. My stomach growled, reminded me why were there in the first place.
"Well Sar, Sheik and I are going to grab a bit to eat. I'll meet up with you la-?"
"Oh in that case, I'll eat with you guys too!" She exclaimed. I blinked at her and nodded my head.
"Sounds good," I approved. Saria and I made our way down the counter, reaching for the food we wanted to eat. Sheik stalked behind quietly, not grabbing any food. "Sheik, don't you want to eat?" He didn't answer and just kept staring straight ahead. Maybe he's just broke, I figured. He could have half of mine.
We reached the register and Saria paid for her lemonade and salad and I paid for my hefty cheeseburger and Sprite. The three of us occupied a table by the window. I sat opposite from Sheik and Saria pulled up a chair to the side of the table, sitting between us. Sheik propped his head up on his arm and he stared out the glass. It had started to drizzle and cold, small raindrops landed on the window. He eyed the water carefully, looking at the race between the droplets of which would reach the bottom first.
I picked up my burger and took a giant bite. My stomach responded in satisfaction and I continued eating. In about a minute, it was practically gone. I washed it down with a giant swig of my Sprite which was promptly followed by a burp.
"Pig," Saria rolled her eyes in disgust.
"Did you forget about that one time back in the seventh grade when –" Saria fumed and chucked her used napkin at me.
"Never. Bring. That. Up." She glared at me with deadly eyes.
I paused. "It was a dark and stormy night," I teased. Saria pouted, and unless I was seeing things, I thought I saw a smile tugging at the corner of Sheik's mouth. See, he's not so cold. He has a sense of humor. Saria seemed to sense I was thinking about Sheik. She leaned over, chewing on a bite of her salad.
When she swallowed, she asked, "So what was that incident all about today? The whole school is talking about it." So that would explain the strange looks we received outside.
"It was nothing major really. I don't know all the details of what happened, but I do know it involved him and some broken glass," I whispered. I knew it was rude of me to be talking about Sheik when he was sitting right in front of me, but he didn't seem to notice.
"Well, if I was his roommate, I'd be scared. Who knows what's going to go through that head of his next. Maybe you'll be the one getting hurt next time around," Saria concluded, rather loudly, with a smug look on her face. People around us stopped talking and stared at our table. From the corner of my eye, I could see Sheik's fists clench.
What happened next all occurred in a matter of seconds and no one saw it coming. Sheik violently got out of his seat and snatched the lemonade on the table and ripped the lid off. In one swift motion, he brought the foam cup over Saria's head and poured the contents out, sending the pale yellow drink and ice running down her hair and face. She screamed and he dropped the empty cup and walked out of the café.
People around us laughed and stared at the scene with open mouths. I looked at Saria, completely humiliated. It was too damn awkward watching a person I'm supposed to be responsible for pour lemonade on my best friend. Plus, it didn't help that he's a guy and she's a girl.
Fuming, Saria got up from the table and snatched her purse. "Link, sleep with an umbrella over your head. You're going to need it."