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A/N: I was going to write more yesterday, but I was/am sick. It's really weird. It's not exactly like I'm sick, more like exhaustion. I've been falling asleep in class (I DON'T do that), but I never do anything to make me that tired. I don't do sports or other taxing activities. I go to bed at ten at the latest, and get up at six. And yesterday I slept through my alarm clock (I NEVER do that... I'm usually a light sleeper). And I guess I looked worse than I thought, because I stepped out into the living room and Mom gave me this really weird/concerned look and asked me if I should stay home. And I slept all day. And my friend called me and the phone is a foot away from my pillow, and it's on loud ring, and I slept through that, too. And today? I'm STILL tired. But I figured I kinda left you on a cliffhanger, and I'd better start writing again. Here goes. Short, I know, but I wanted to post something tonight. Oh, here's a little interesting tidbit: "Mr. Kagee" is Kaepora Gaebora in human form. Kagee = K.G. = freaky, huge, owl. Sheik's POV. Song: "Why"- Secondhand Serenade

I wonder if it's right, knowing she's Link's girl...

That I find myself dreaming about her,

I find myself thinking about her,

I find myself breathing in her scent,

I find myself staring when she doesn't think I'm looking.

I promise that I'll take care of her, someday.

That is, if she wants me.

If she doesn't... well, I just want what's best

for her. That's what's most important.

I can survive as long as she's happy.

MONDAY, FEBRUARY 2, 2009

I come back to school the next day. Well, why wouldn't I? But here's what happened...

I came to in Saria's kitchen. Her parents were furious, and Saria herself looked petrified. Zelda looked... it's hard to describe. The word "scared" didn't really fit, and neither did... well, anything else.

"Quit freaking out, I'm fine," I said. "It's hardly even a scratch!"

"You're bleeding a ton!" Zelda said.

"Well..." I said.

"Are you diagnosed with hemophilia?" asked a policeman urgently.

"I don't know. No!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

"It's just... look, it's not deep!"

"Well, we have to check you into the ER just for a checkup."

I refused. They insisted. I refused again. Then, Zelda asked, so I went. They ran a bunch of tests on me, and they decided I was fine and did not, in fact, have hemophilia. The cops took the bag that was on my head and informed me this morning that it was drenched in some kind of chemical (DUH) that made me pass out. They're unsure what that would be, but it was not anything they'd seen before and, from what they could tell, not lethal. My "knife wound" is not very deep at all. It's just like it would be if I'd scratched myself with a hanger or dropped a fork on myself or something. Not like I'd been knifed. The cut is like the mouth of a smiley face that is about the length of my hand. It stings a bit, but nothing that bothers me too badly. The bleeding stopped after awhile, but the doctors bandaged me up anyway.

Now, we're in school. Well, we're leaving school, actually. The incident from last night as well as our escapades this weekend have gone unnoticed, or at least, the high school hasn't been talking about it. Zelda's car is still at the mechanic's, so I'm giving her a ride home again. Link would, but he has to ride the bus, and the bus goes all the way across town. We live in a big town.

Zelda and I are walking out when Mr. Kagee yells at us. Mr. Kagee has big, circular glasses that gives him the appearance of an owl or something. He's balding, and the mousy brown hair that's left is short and uneven.

"Ms. Royale?"

"Yeah?" Zelda says, turning and looking at him.

"The office just got a call from your dad. He says he's picking up Aryll, and you don't have to today."

"Okay," Zelda says. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," Kagee says, heading back the other way. I walk with Zelda; my car's parked out there, and we've made a pact that, as of last night, none of us are going anywhere that fellow humans won't be around. We get in the Jeep, and I drive us to her house. It's nice we don't have to pick Aryll up today.

We part, and I smile as she goes into the house. The wind blows her perfume back at me, reminding me of what I can't have. I curse myself, because it is completely my fault. If I hadn't've set up her and Link, then she never would have made a second glance at him. Maybe, then, we could have-? No... She thinks of me as a friend... And nothing more. Ha.

You always hear about love being so great and stuff, don't you? Well, it sucks, I think. I keep the Jeep and watch her as she goes in, making sure that she doesn't lock herself out and need a ride somewhere or anything.

It's so hard to think of anything but her. I just wish I could call her mine... It's so hard to see her and Link in the hallways holding hands and looking so happy. But I think I'm doing a pretty good job of keeping it hidden from everyone else.

As Zelda goes in her house and I decide I need to put distance between Zelda and myself, I back up. I don't get very far before I feel like there's a hand on my forehead, and suddenly I'm standing in Zelda's house staring at the man from the desert. And then, in a second, I'm back in my own body. There's a frozen moment of shock before I wrench open the door and leap out of the Jeep. I pause, remembering what the policeman I had talked with had insisted for me to do. I pull a small handgun out from beneath my seat, tuck it inside my jean jacket. I pull out my phone and dial nine-one-one. The line is picked up almost immediately. I say the problem and the address, and then shut the phone, throw it down, and race into the house.

The front door, of course, is locked. I kick it down (which feels SO cool, I might add. You should try it some time. Not, not the chasing-man-kidnapping-girl-I-love thing. The kicking down the door. It gives a feeling of power and- um. I guess you want to get back to the story now. Sorry.) and run in.

"Zelda?" I shout. Everything is quiet. I put my hand inside my jacket and on my gun. The cop had told me after the incident last night that it would do me good to keep some sort of protection handy. I don't think he meant a gun, but there's not anything else in my dad's room. Well, I suppose I could take a hunting knife or something. Dad had lots of those to spare. Anyway, I hear a noise up at the top of the stairs. I creep up, keeping my back to the wall. I make sure the gun is cocked, loaded, and ready for action before I get too far.

"Freeze!" I say at the same time as somebody else as I pop over the top of the stairs.

"Or I'll shoot!" says the other voice. I can feel my arms shaking. The desert man has Zelda in a headlock. Zelda has some kind of bag over her head and a gun buried in her neck. "You can't do it," hisses the desert man hypnotically. "You know you can't. You're not a killer, Baldwin. I am, on the other hand. I've killed hundreds of people." Zelda whimpers as the man tightens his grip. "I was a trained assassin before I started working for... my boss. I may be young, but I know how to get things done. I could kill you both, right now."

"But you wouldn't do that," I say. "That would not make your boss happy."

"How do you know?" asks the desert guy. "I could be here on orders to kill you both... I could have just put this bag over her head so she wouldn't see me carving out her insides with a knife and flinging them out the window... I've done that before, you know... Gutted and skinned humans alive... I put a bag over Ms. Royale so that she would not need to feel so much fear. She shouldn't worry her pretty little-"

I fire the gun.