I don't own Zelda, now read.

Chapter 2

The afternoon clock bell sounded. Her sisters were not at home, and she was in her room. It was about a week since the…accident, but Shihio often found her mind going back to that man, who dared to run her over on that night, the night when she decided to end it all.

That was what she tried to forget about as she peeled off the dried blood from where she scraped her knee after she hit the ground. A small plastic bag was on the table, and very carefully she put the scab inside. A small, white binder was sitting by her feet, and was then opened by Shihio's slender hands.

It contained hundreds of reminders of injuries, from 5 years ago to 2 weeks ago. Each and every one of them was marked with a date and the cause of the injury. There weren't only scabs; there were also splinters, poison ivy, and even pictures of broken bones. This was her hobby, to remind herself of all she had been through. She never showed anyone this piece of her life, because she was afraid someone would throw it away like it was nothing. It was an odd hobby, but, as her Papa had said, different strokes for different folks. In fact, he was the one who had suggested she kept this scrapbook.

Taking out a label and a pencil, she wrote down the date of the fateful night. She was going to write down a question mark for the cause, but there was hesitation. After a few minutes, she wrote down 'motorcycle man,' and she had an odd feeling that wouldn't be the only wound she would get from him…

Snap out of it. How do you know you'll see him again, anyways?

But his last words to her still resounded in her head, we will meet again. He didn't sound like the kind of person who doesn't keep his oaths.

To pass the time, she sat on her sad sack of a bed, picked up her guitar, and began to play.

The next morning, the family was eating their breakfast. Shihio knew that this would be just like any other morning, for her days ran like clockwork.

"Hey, toad face. Pass the butter."

Like clockwork.

"Whatever." She sighed as she passed the stick of butter to one of her three sisters, Nana.

All the boys in her school ogled Nana. With her bouncy green hair and narrow blue eyes, she was the most popular girl at school. What people didn't know, however, was that the princess wasn't really like royalty, just a slut.

Her slightly older sister, Marin, was the opposite of Shihio in every way. She was kind, so very, sickeningly kind that the worst pirate could look her in her sweet, also blue eyes and vomit. Her feathery, fragrant brown hair always stayed neatly behind her green hair band, and only rarely did she change out of her green dress with her white shirt under it.

"Now baby sister, be nice to Nana." She cooed.

Her younger sister, Sisi, was already going to her preschool, and good for her, that little brat. What she didn't need to see was that mahogany hair and the blue eyes that were an annoyingly common trait in her family. Come to think of it, nearly everyone Shihio knew had either blue or brown eyes.

"I have good news, baby sister! I've put out a personal ad for a housekeeper; because Mama is always so busy at the store she has no time to clean the house. I tried to help her out, but cleaning the whole house is ever so hard, and I've decided to spare everyone from that toil and drudgery."

But she wasn't listening, for she was already out the door.

School went as usual. People made fun of her, stole her lunch, and she studied, and then went home.

While walking home, she encountered the only friend she had in the world, Aryll.

"Did you hear? There was some guy going around on a motorcycle, hitting students at our school!"

That caught her interest. "Really?" She said, eyes intent on the schoolgirl.

"Yes, I heard a girl from Class 2 was assaulted. But the attacks stopped about a week ago. Isn't that strange?"

A week ago, the same time she was hit. He was looking for her. No, that was crazy. But he actually went crazy when he thought in his warped little mind that she was dead.

"Yes… I suppose it is…"

And so, they said their goodbyes, and went their separate ways.

Outside of her family's shop, Shihio encountered something that was actually out of the ordinary. Besides the minivan of her mother, was a black motorcycle.

In shock, she realized that it was the same vehicle that ran her down, and where there was a vehicle, there had to be a rider, so…

Inside, Shihio heard voices.

"We'd be glad to have you as our housekeeper." Drawled a familiar voice that sounded much like her mother's.

Running inside, she threw open the door to the room where her mother was having a conversation to behold…

"IT'S YOU!"

HE was there. Staring at her with his topaz eyes.

"Hello." He cheerfully retorted.

"Shihio, you're back! I want you to meet our housekeeper, Mr.…. What was your name again?"

"Dragmire. Ganondorf Dragmire."

She stared in disbelief. How could her mother invite this…this PERVERT into her house?

"Oh, by the way Shihio, he will be sleeping in your room."

And with that, she ran upstairs, not wanting to hear any more.

In the corner, the man smirked. Everything was going as planned.