A/N: Heylo everyone! Prepare for crappy fight scenes! I figured every 'real'(yea right) high school fic needed crappy fight scenes. Oh, and if she was a boy (instead of a girl), I figured he would be ultra sexy in a J-rocker sexy fashion. (Men that look good in dresses are just... I dunno! lol *drools* )

MMk, also a side note. Soemone left a review that said that highschool isn't hard. Look here, buddy. Did you get accepted to a school thats one of the TOP THREE IN THE STATE? No? Do you know something? No? But I'm sure that you're sure I'm going to tell you anyway. Well, you DAMN right. BTHS IS A PAIN IN THE ASS. If I was smart, I would have just PURPOSELY FLUNK THE DAMN ENTRANCE EXAM and go to my zoned school, AND BE NUMBER ONE IN THAT DAMN STUPID SCHOOL. But I didn't. So, I think you can guess how hard it is. Because im getting 70's and 80's, instead of 90's and 100's, you can assume that my highschool TREATS YOU AS IF IT WERE COLLEGE. So, don't ASSUME THAT HIGH SCHOOL ISN'T THAT HARD, until high school MAKES YOU WANT TO END YOUR LIFE.

Now, enjoy the story.

~*~Character List~*~
(Just a reminder)
Mido- Raver/Rapper
Malon: Psycho popular prep bitch! WEE!
~*~

-Chapter 5-
Crappy Fight Scenes

"Yo?! Who the hell is -THAT- guy?!"

The annoying tunes of the pop music came to an abrupt halt, as the dj flew over the fence and out of the farm. The crowd turned around, shouting, only to be silenced with an unfamiliar face behind the stereo system. The boy had blood red eyes, and the palest skin tone that anyone had ever seen. He stood with grace, his hands spread out, as though opening to the audience, and his feet slightly crossed, one infront of the other. The stereo system, itself, was elevated several feet on a movable platform, and the boy merely gazed. His silver/blond hair fell recklessly to the sides of his head, acting as a natural appeal. He wore a pin stripe blue dress shirt, several buttons left undone to tease the sight of his toned chest, beneath a black fishnet shirt that is. Hanging just off his hips were a pair of baggy black UFO's, a silver chain hanging from his belt, coming just a foot away from the floor. Several black strings were tied around his neck in a unique fashion.

The crowd gawked for a moment, before all the girls rushed forward, screaming like rabid fangirls, and the men left behind in a confused state.

"Sheik!!" They screamed, and a slight smile crossed his face. He tampered with the stereo system, before playing out a techno type remix of a song.

Meanwhile, the fight had already began.

Roane ducked, easily avoiding a punch and knocking her opponent off balance. Her natural cheery spirit disappearing in an instant, replaced with a sadistic yet amused demeanor.

"Slow."

She lept forward, spinning in mid air to deliver a strong round house kick to the jaw. The goron crashed into the ground, before getting up again. He wavered on his feet, not used to having to deal with speed instead of strength. He watched her feet barely touch the ground for longer than 2 seconds, and the fancy footwork was making him extremely dizzy. He rushed forward, only to be avoided, and having his own momentum send him crashing into the floor. The second goron, however, was forgotten for one moment, and a moment too much.

Roane turned around, in time to see the fist come in contact with her gut. She flew backwards from the sheer blow, crashing onto the grassy floor, and skidding to a halt against the wall of the house. She wrapped both arms around her stomache, the pain filling her with glee and hate.

At the same time, however, Marth easily had the advantage. The gorons he faced were a bit too slow, and Marth saw this fight as more of a dance with two clumsy partners, and him being the leader. He moved, in time to the music playing in the background, and payed attention to both 'partners'. Both were on opposite sides, him being in the center.

They both rushed at him head first, and at the very last moment, Marth dove out of the way. Needless to say, both gorons collided, head first, and fell in a heap to the ground.

Marth clapped his hands together, bowing to the unconscious heap, before catching site of Roane out of the corner of his eye. He watched as the goron walked over to her, taking hold of her hair and cruelly lifting her off the ground.

He wasn't sure of whether or not this fighting was right. He ran to help her, but with doubt in his mind. Fighting isn't right, he knew, but it was self defense. It wasn't exactly like they had called for it, and it's not their fault if they happen to be only a little bit different. Was it really there fault for being so hateful? Or was everyone to blame?

He decided that perhaps everyone was to blame, because no one should have to fight over their own viewpoints.

Marth used a fallen goron, who had previously sent himself into the ground, as a step, and jumped high into the air. Roane, however, was holding onto the wrist of the goron, trying to take as much weight off her head as possible, her feet long from touching the ground. She pulled herself up, while the goron was about to use her as a punching bag.

She closed her eyes, and to her surprise, found herself on the ground several feet away. The confused teenager glanced around in confusion, to see Marth sitting on the shoulders of the goron that had held her captive only moments before. She watched, with slight amusement, as Marth tightened his leg hold around the gorons neck, and twisted his body to send the goron off balance. The goron fell backwards into the ground, sending Marth rolling.

Zelda showed unbelievable agility elsewhere. One second she was there, and another second, she was somewhere else. The gorons that she fought were so confused. Everytime the lunged for her, they missed and hit the ground. Zelda's laughter echoed in their ears, but they couldn't catch her.

"Yo, son! She's some freak jackrabbit!"

And with that, a hard kick landed on the back of his head. That goron fell to the ground. The other looked around, confusion lining his features, and felt someone tap his shoulder. He turned around in time to see the kick coming towards his face. So much for being conscious.

Kerri stood up, two 'lesser' zoran males watched her. They were supposed to guard her, and the two other 'captives', until later on for the punishment. Kerri smiled at them, before jumping up. Her knees were brought into her chest, her arms swung under her legs and infront of her, and she landed on her feet gracefully. The Zora males blinked, and gaped as she ran past them and into the crowd.

They looked at each other, knowing they had one of two choice. One choice being to go after her, or the other being to stay there. They decided to stay.

Kerri ran through the crowd, the people reaching out to stop her. She dodged, and spun, being able to avoid the most of them thanks to her short stature and speed. She jumped onto the edge of the elevated platform, and was helped up by Sheik. She sat down, hidden by the covered table that held up the mini snack stand behind the stereo system. A knife was pulled out, and the ropes that bound her were cut apart.

"Thanks," she murmured, and Sheik nodded, before turning back to his adoring fans.
"So, what do you want me to make 'em do?" Sheik's voice was quiet, but Kerri heard him even over the music. She shrugged.
"They're -your- fans."
They shared a brief smile, before Sheik played a different song.

Link was not as agile as Zelda. Sure, he was fast. But he decided he didn't feel like being fast right now. He didn't hate them, he just hated what they did. Link was usually a pacifist, barely got into any 'real' fights throughout his entire life, but when Link was angry, he was angry. He hated the way they acted, the immaturity behind being stupid. Life wasn't about sex, fun, or happiness. Life was about living, and about surviving the real world, not some pathetic fantasy that they so easily believed and clung to. They were all so very...

"Pathetic."

The captain stared at him. "Yo, son, what did you call me?!"

Link stared at him, emotionless, and unreadable. He wasn't afraid, yet he didn't seem angry. He looked like an intricately detailed statue, that just happened to be breathing.

The captain swung at Link, putting a good deal of power behind his 'knockout punch'. Unfortunately for him, Link caught it in his hand. The captain struggled, but Link's grip was strong as the captain's ego was large. The captain swung his other fist, and (surprise surprise) Link caught that blow in his other fist as well. The goron blinked, his arms being yanked forward, and his chin meeting with a very sharp knee.

Link smirked, and quickly ran over to Marth. Marth knelt besides Roane, bandaging a scrape trailing down the side of her arm, one that she had not noticed earlier. Zelda stood over them, watching the crowd stay entirely captivated by Sheik and his 'antics' on the platform. He was really just moving to the beat of the music, but the fangirls continuously kept cheering him on.

Link ran over to where Mido and Saria were being held, and the two Zora stared at him. Link stared back, and after a two second stare down, the Zora males ran away. Marth and Zelda were right behind him, untying the two 'captives'. They turned around, but only to find Roane missing.

"Hey... Where'd she..? But wasn't she...?" The friends smirked slightly at Marth's confusion, before waving to Sheik from across the field.

Sheik waved back, before turning to the crouched friend on the floor. He held out his hand, still nodding his head slightly to the beat of the music.

"This is where we make our get-away."
Kerri smirked, taking his outstretched hand, and standing up. The crowd continued to dance, their eyes turning only sometimes to the DJ.

Sheik tossed an enhansed deku seed to the ground, and in a flash of smoke, they disappeared. Meanwhile, the others stood behind Link, doing the same disappearing act.

* * *

They ran out of the farm, and ran through Hyrule field, heading back to their camp back at Lake Hylia.

Their quick pace slowed down once they realized that they were not being pursued. The entrance to Lake Hylia was just over the next few hills, and they enjoyed their night time stroll, walking in pairs somewhat seperated from each other. Saria and Marth were far ahead, their idea of a comfortable pace being a quick one, and leaving them to be far ahead. Marth walked alone, seemingly deep in thought and far from the rest of them. Many had wanted to join him, but decided and respected his need to be alone. Sheik and Kerri were far behind, seemingly taking a slow and lazy pace, arguing quietly amongst themselves about something or other.

Link, however, somehow found himself walking besides Zelda, and unable to attempt to make conversation. He noticed that his ability to think coherently seemed to falter a great deal when he was around her, but his temper was shorter as well. Still, he kept up his stoic attitude, and continued to walk. Eventually, th silence got to him, even if he didn't show it.
"How did you learn to fight like that?" Link asked quietly, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

He noticed that she was walking within a close range of him, though both of them seemed to be hoping for a good reason to move as far away from each other as possible.

"Practice..." she answered simply. She turned her head, looking at him with a kind smile, and turned back to her star gazing.

Link followed her gaze, and for the first time in his life, he noticed how beautiful the stars were at this late at night. Without the hurt of extra light, uncomfortable blues and strange white clouds of a normal daytime sky, nighttime was so much more different. Dark blue, a beautiful entrancing color, in deep contrast to the slight gleam of distant stars. He glanced back at Zelda, and saw how the full moon's pale light reflected off of her, enhancing her features in extreme light/dark contrasts, her features idolized better than the sun could ever hope to achieve.

"Beautiful..." He barely heard himself say the word, but he almost wished he hadn't spoken his thought out loud.

Zelda turned to him, surprised, and he found himself lost in her eyes.

"Link? Helloooo? Hyrule to Link? Are you listening?"

Link blinked, his eyes crashing back to reality.

"... Huh? What?" Link asked, confused.
"What did you say...?"
"I said... Huh? What?"
"No, I meant what did you say before?"
"Hhhmmmm? I didn't say anything before." Link lied.
"... If you say so."

By the time Link arrived at 'his' island, Saria and Mido were already snuggled besides each other, roasting marshmallows and cooking a simple dinner. Saria handed him two hot dogs, which he passed on to Zelda, who passed them on to Marth and Sheik. Once again, the second of the twins had disappeared, and not a single one of them were surprised, though interested to know what she and Sheik were discussing.

Sheik held a smirk on his face, but said nothing as he bit into his hotdog.

A/N: Ok. I didn't mean to put a little romance in there. Oh wait. Yes. I did. HA!