High School
Disclaimer: I don't own Zelda.
Chapter 1
BEEP! BEEP! B-SMASH!! Link rolled over, clutching his Megaton Hammer to his chest while grinning in his sleep. His alarm clock at his beside was no longer distinguishable. It was a dreary Monday morning, and he wasn't in the mood for getting up just yet.
"Link! Get your butt out of bed!" Link's mom called from the kitchen downstairs. Link groaned and rolled over uncomfortably on top of the Megaton Hammer still clutched to his chest. His blue eyes flew open and he sat up onto his knees, running his fingers through his messy blond hair. He massaged his temples and forehead.
"I hate mornings," he mumbled, climbing out of bed and dragging himself to his bathroom. He turned the water on hot and stepped under the showerhead, letting the heated water ease his lax muscles. He scrubbed himself clean and washed his hair, then stepped out of the shower. He grabbed a towel and dried himself off, then wrapped it around his waist to brush his teeth.
Back in his room, he pulled on a pair of black jeans and a white tee. Link grabbed his backpack and slung it over his back while combing his hair on the way down to the kitchen.
His younger sister Saria was sitting at the breakfast table eating, while his mother was at the stove cooking pancakes. Saria took a big bite out of her blueberry pancake and smiled at him. "Morning, sleepyhead!" she said cheerfully, full of that youthful energy only thirteen year olds could have. Link mumbled something incoherent in reply and sat down across from her.
His mother Araya Johnson, a lovely, slim woman in her late thirties with long golden blond hair and light green eyes, set a plate of hot-off-the- griddle blueberry pancakes and filled his glass with some fresh-out-of-the- box orange juice. "Hurry up and eat, sweety, your friends'll be here soon," she said. "Thanks mom," Link replied, spreading the small cube of quickly melting butter across his pancake. He took the bottle of syrup and poured nearly half of the contents onto it, then took a gigantic bite.
Saria wrinkled her nose. "Do you have to drown your pancake in syrup, big brother?" Link rolled his eyes. "Do you have to be in my business all the time, little sister?" he countered. "Now, now, you two. You know the rules: no bickering at the table!" Araya scolded without even turning away from the stove.
Saria stuck her tongue out at Link, who reciprocated the rude gesture. A knock at the door prevented the sibling rivalry from escalating into anything more. "Could you get that, Saria?" their mother said, glancing up. "Link, finish your food! That's probably your friends!"
Saria hopped out of her chair and ran to answer the door while Link grumbled about naggy parents. Saria opened the door, and there stood Link's friend Malon. Her long red hair blew gently in the early morning breeze and the sun shone on the top of her head. Her back was to the door and when it opened she whirled around and smiled down at Saria, patting her on the head.
"Hi, Saria! Could you go tell your brother that we're here?" she asked kindly. Saria pushed Malon's offending hand away, but still smiled at her brother's female friend. She glanced around Malon to see Link and Saria's older cousin, Sheik standing on the porch, leaning against the post. "Hi Malon, hi Sheik. Hold on, I'll get Link," Saria chirped. She put her head back in the doorway.
"LINK! YOU'RE GIRLFRIEND AND SHEIK ARE HERE!"
"SHUT-UP!!" came Link's reply.
Saria giggled and turned back to the stunned Malon. "He's coming. Wanna come in?" she offered. Malon shook her red head, glancing at her watch. "No thanks, we're running a little late."
Moments later, Link appeared at the door behind his sister. He lifted her up and set her off to the side and out of his way and stepped onto the porch. He stuck a finger in her face. "When I get home!" he threatened as a promise that she was going to get it when school was over.
"Ohh! I'm shakin' in my boots!" she mocked. She dashed back into the house before Link could grab her and slammed the door behind herself. Link rolled his eyes. He turned to his friend and his cousin. "Ready to go, guys?"
"We've been ready to go, Link. You're always so late!" Malon said, stepping off the porch and onto the sidewalk. Link shrugged. "It's my daily routine, why change it now?" He grinned when Malon glared at him and the three of them headed down the street to their high school.
Sheik walked on Link's left while Malon was on his right. Link's cousin had his arms folded behind his head. "So Link, did you study for the Bio test?" he asked. Link looked up frantically. "Bio test!?" he repeated incredulously. "We have a Bio test??" Sheik nodded. "Today, third period," he replied. "Holy crap!" Link muttered. "I'll take that as a no," Sheik sighed. "Let me see your notes in homeroom!" Link said as more of a command than a request. Sheik shrugged. "Sure."
At the school, the three of them hung around Link's locker while he pulled books out and jammed others back in a very unorderly fashion. The blond balanced several text and notebooks on his knee while he pulled out some paper from a packet. Malon pursed her lips in dissatisfaction.
"Link, why don't you organize that thing you call a locker?" Link slammed the door shut and locked the pad lock. "Because I'm not a neat freak like you," he replied simply. Malon stamped her foot on the ground. "I am not a neat freak!" she exclaimed. Link laughed while Malon turned to Sheik. "Am I a neat freak, Sheik?" she demanded. Sheik grinned. "I'm gonna have to agree with Link there, Mal," he answered.
"I am not!"
"You are too!" Link said.
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Get in the classroom, goofballs!" their homeroom teacher, Mr. Sapienza said, hanging out the doorway with a half grin on his face. He nodded to Malon. "Oh, and you are too," he said. Malon stood there, aghast and, with a huff, she stomped into the classroom. Sheik and Link exchanged grins before following her in.
All through second period in the library, where the three of them all had a free, Link and Malon continued their argument, through text messages, while at the same time, Sheik was trying to show Link what the test they were having next class was going to be on.
"So, it's cell, organ, tissue, then system?" Link asked. Sheik shook his head. "No, cell, tissue, organ, system," he corrected. Link raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that what I just said?" Link's attention, Sheik was losing fast as another beep showed that Malon had replied back. Link glanced at his cell phone then quickly began punching in another message then sent it back to the red head sitting across the table from him.
Link turned back to Sheik. "Yeah. Isn't that what I just said?" "No. You inverted tissue and organ. Tissue goes first." Link scratched his head. "Ugh! I'll never get this in time for the test!" "Why don't you make an acronym out of it?" Malon suggested, twisting a strand of her hair around her finger. "C-T-O-S. Make an acronym out of it."
Link scribbled down each letter in order, one letter per line, on his looseleaf. He tapped the eraser of his pencil against his lips thoughtfully. Sheik slouched back in his seat watching Link think. "Um...Cook...to...oust...sandals?" The three of them burst into giggles. "One that makes sense, you dummy!" Malon gasped between chortles.
Sheik glanced at the clock. "No time. Class is over," he said. "Fudge," Link muttered. He and the other two gathered their books together. Link was reaching for his cell phone, when it suddenly rumbled violently on the table.
Link jerked his hand back in a panic, while Malon fought to keep a straight face. She was never good at poker though. She burst out laughing. "You shoulda seen your face!" she exclaimed through laughter. Link glared at her. "You did that didn't you?!" he accused.
Instead of Malon actually trying to cover up for herself, she turned and ran out of the library, with Link in hot pursuit. Sheik watched them run down the halls, shaking his head. "Kids," he murmured, before heading to Bio.
Breathless, Link slumped into his seat just before class started beside his cousin. "Why didn't you wait for me?" he asked. Sheik glanced up at him from beneath his bangs as he was leaning over his notes for a bit of last minute reviewing. "I couldn't find you," he said quickly. Link rolled his eyes. "Yeah right. You just don't care about me." Sheik nodded, not really even listening anymore. "Mmm hmm," he murmured, flipping the page of his packet.
"All right, kiddies. Notes away," their Biology teacher Mr. Tarn said, an old balding man with spectacles that hung on his nose. He began passing out the tests. Sheik shoved his notes away and pulled out a pen. He glanced over at Link who had his hands clasped together in prayer. Sheik heard him murmur Farore's name several times. He chuckled.
"Good luck, LJ," he said, nudging his cousin when he was done his prayer. Link gave him the thumbs up sign. "I'm ready for this!"
"No talking!" the Bio teacher yelled, slamming their tests down in front of them. He eyed Link suspiciously, who gave him an innocent smile. "And you, Link. Turn off that cell phone of yours. If I hear it once during this test, it's mine." Link pouted and obeyed.
During the test, Link couldn't help but feel someone's eyes upon him the whole time. He scratched his ear, suddenly feeling itchy all over, as if this person's eyes were grazing his skin to just barely set off the hairs on his neck. It was an unnerving feeling, most definitely. He looked up and glanced subtlely around the room.
His eyes fell upon another pair of ocean blue eyes that were staring directly at him. Link felt the color drain from his face only to have it return in full fervor, much to his dismay. Across the room, at a table in the corner with several other girls, sat Zelda Hyrule, the girl of Link's dreams. And there was no mistaking it, she was staring directly at him. Not through him, or around him, at him. She winked and Link blushed even harder. She daintily waved her hand at him and Link waved back, embarrassed and as red as a strawberry.
"Link!"
Link nearly jumped out of his seat at the sound of his name from the old crusty lips of his proctor. He looked up to see his teacher now staring directly, not to mention sternly, at him. Link slumped his head over his paper, but peeked up to see if Mr. Tarn had looked away. He was now busying himself with something in his desk drawer.
Link took this opportunity to glance over at Zelda again. He saw her giggling, batting her pretty eyelashes at him. Link blushed again and turned back around. Zelda Hyrule was laughing at him!
I know this has no plot in it, but it's just a starter chap. I want to see if anybody likes how this is written and whatever before I really delve deeply into the story. So anybody like it? Review and tell me!!
-LunaRyuu
Disclaimer: I don't own Zelda.
Chapter 1
BEEP! BEEP! B-SMASH!! Link rolled over, clutching his Megaton Hammer to his chest while grinning in his sleep. His alarm clock at his beside was no longer distinguishable. It was a dreary Monday morning, and he wasn't in the mood for getting up just yet.
"Link! Get your butt out of bed!" Link's mom called from the kitchen downstairs. Link groaned and rolled over uncomfortably on top of the Megaton Hammer still clutched to his chest. His blue eyes flew open and he sat up onto his knees, running his fingers through his messy blond hair. He massaged his temples and forehead.
"I hate mornings," he mumbled, climbing out of bed and dragging himself to his bathroom. He turned the water on hot and stepped under the showerhead, letting the heated water ease his lax muscles. He scrubbed himself clean and washed his hair, then stepped out of the shower. He grabbed a towel and dried himself off, then wrapped it around his waist to brush his teeth.
Back in his room, he pulled on a pair of black jeans and a white tee. Link grabbed his backpack and slung it over his back while combing his hair on the way down to the kitchen.
His younger sister Saria was sitting at the breakfast table eating, while his mother was at the stove cooking pancakes. Saria took a big bite out of her blueberry pancake and smiled at him. "Morning, sleepyhead!" she said cheerfully, full of that youthful energy only thirteen year olds could have. Link mumbled something incoherent in reply and sat down across from her.
His mother Araya Johnson, a lovely, slim woman in her late thirties with long golden blond hair and light green eyes, set a plate of hot-off-the- griddle blueberry pancakes and filled his glass with some fresh-out-of-the- box orange juice. "Hurry up and eat, sweety, your friends'll be here soon," she said. "Thanks mom," Link replied, spreading the small cube of quickly melting butter across his pancake. He took the bottle of syrup and poured nearly half of the contents onto it, then took a gigantic bite.
Saria wrinkled her nose. "Do you have to drown your pancake in syrup, big brother?" Link rolled his eyes. "Do you have to be in my business all the time, little sister?" he countered. "Now, now, you two. You know the rules: no bickering at the table!" Araya scolded without even turning away from the stove.
Saria stuck her tongue out at Link, who reciprocated the rude gesture. A knock at the door prevented the sibling rivalry from escalating into anything more. "Could you get that, Saria?" their mother said, glancing up. "Link, finish your food! That's probably your friends!"
Saria hopped out of her chair and ran to answer the door while Link grumbled about naggy parents. Saria opened the door, and there stood Link's friend Malon. Her long red hair blew gently in the early morning breeze and the sun shone on the top of her head. Her back was to the door and when it opened she whirled around and smiled down at Saria, patting her on the head.
"Hi, Saria! Could you go tell your brother that we're here?" she asked kindly. Saria pushed Malon's offending hand away, but still smiled at her brother's female friend. She glanced around Malon to see Link and Saria's older cousin, Sheik standing on the porch, leaning against the post. "Hi Malon, hi Sheik. Hold on, I'll get Link," Saria chirped. She put her head back in the doorway.
"LINK! YOU'RE GIRLFRIEND AND SHEIK ARE HERE!"
"SHUT-UP!!" came Link's reply.
Saria giggled and turned back to the stunned Malon. "He's coming. Wanna come in?" she offered. Malon shook her red head, glancing at her watch. "No thanks, we're running a little late."
Moments later, Link appeared at the door behind his sister. He lifted her up and set her off to the side and out of his way and stepped onto the porch. He stuck a finger in her face. "When I get home!" he threatened as a promise that she was going to get it when school was over.
"Ohh! I'm shakin' in my boots!" she mocked. She dashed back into the house before Link could grab her and slammed the door behind herself. Link rolled his eyes. He turned to his friend and his cousin. "Ready to go, guys?"
"We've been ready to go, Link. You're always so late!" Malon said, stepping off the porch and onto the sidewalk. Link shrugged. "It's my daily routine, why change it now?" He grinned when Malon glared at him and the three of them headed down the street to their high school.
Sheik walked on Link's left while Malon was on his right. Link's cousin had his arms folded behind his head. "So Link, did you study for the Bio test?" he asked. Link looked up frantically. "Bio test!?" he repeated incredulously. "We have a Bio test??" Sheik nodded. "Today, third period," he replied. "Holy crap!" Link muttered. "I'll take that as a no," Sheik sighed. "Let me see your notes in homeroom!" Link said as more of a command than a request. Sheik shrugged. "Sure."
At the school, the three of them hung around Link's locker while he pulled books out and jammed others back in a very unorderly fashion. The blond balanced several text and notebooks on his knee while he pulled out some paper from a packet. Malon pursed her lips in dissatisfaction.
"Link, why don't you organize that thing you call a locker?" Link slammed the door shut and locked the pad lock. "Because I'm not a neat freak like you," he replied simply. Malon stamped her foot on the ground. "I am not a neat freak!" she exclaimed. Link laughed while Malon turned to Sheik. "Am I a neat freak, Sheik?" she demanded. Sheik grinned. "I'm gonna have to agree with Link there, Mal," he answered.
"I am not!"
"You are too!" Link said.
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Get in the classroom, goofballs!" their homeroom teacher, Mr. Sapienza said, hanging out the doorway with a half grin on his face. He nodded to Malon. "Oh, and you are too," he said. Malon stood there, aghast and, with a huff, she stomped into the classroom. Sheik and Link exchanged grins before following her in.
All through second period in the library, where the three of them all had a free, Link and Malon continued their argument, through text messages, while at the same time, Sheik was trying to show Link what the test they were having next class was going to be on.
"So, it's cell, organ, tissue, then system?" Link asked. Sheik shook his head. "No, cell, tissue, organ, system," he corrected. Link raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that what I just said?" Link's attention, Sheik was losing fast as another beep showed that Malon had replied back. Link glanced at his cell phone then quickly began punching in another message then sent it back to the red head sitting across the table from him.
Link turned back to Sheik. "Yeah. Isn't that what I just said?" "No. You inverted tissue and organ. Tissue goes first." Link scratched his head. "Ugh! I'll never get this in time for the test!" "Why don't you make an acronym out of it?" Malon suggested, twisting a strand of her hair around her finger. "C-T-O-S. Make an acronym out of it."
Link scribbled down each letter in order, one letter per line, on his looseleaf. He tapped the eraser of his pencil against his lips thoughtfully. Sheik slouched back in his seat watching Link think. "Um...Cook...to...oust...sandals?" The three of them burst into giggles. "One that makes sense, you dummy!" Malon gasped between chortles.
Sheik glanced at the clock. "No time. Class is over," he said. "Fudge," Link muttered. He and the other two gathered their books together. Link was reaching for his cell phone, when it suddenly rumbled violently on the table.
Link jerked his hand back in a panic, while Malon fought to keep a straight face. She was never good at poker though. She burst out laughing. "You shoulda seen your face!" she exclaimed through laughter. Link glared at her. "You did that didn't you?!" he accused.
Instead of Malon actually trying to cover up for herself, she turned and ran out of the library, with Link in hot pursuit. Sheik watched them run down the halls, shaking his head. "Kids," he murmured, before heading to Bio.
Breathless, Link slumped into his seat just before class started beside his cousin. "Why didn't you wait for me?" he asked. Sheik glanced up at him from beneath his bangs as he was leaning over his notes for a bit of last minute reviewing. "I couldn't find you," he said quickly. Link rolled his eyes. "Yeah right. You just don't care about me." Sheik nodded, not really even listening anymore. "Mmm hmm," he murmured, flipping the page of his packet.
"All right, kiddies. Notes away," their Biology teacher Mr. Tarn said, an old balding man with spectacles that hung on his nose. He began passing out the tests. Sheik shoved his notes away and pulled out a pen. He glanced over at Link who had his hands clasped together in prayer. Sheik heard him murmur Farore's name several times. He chuckled.
"Good luck, LJ," he said, nudging his cousin when he was done his prayer. Link gave him the thumbs up sign. "I'm ready for this!"
"No talking!" the Bio teacher yelled, slamming their tests down in front of them. He eyed Link suspiciously, who gave him an innocent smile. "And you, Link. Turn off that cell phone of yours. If I hear it once during this test, it's mine." Link pouted and obeyed.
During the test, Link couldn't help but feel someone's eyes upon him the whole time. He scratched his ear, suddenly feeling itchy all over, as if this person's eyes were grazing his skin to just barely set off the hairs on his neck. It was an unnerving feeling, most definitely. He looked up and glanced subtlely around the room.
His eyes fell upon another pair of ocean blue eyes that were staring directly at him. Link felt the color drain from his face only to have it return in full fervor, much to his dismay. Across the room, at a table in the corner with several other girls, sat Zelda Hyrule, the girl of Link's dreams. And there was no mistaking it, she was staring directly at him. Not through him, or around him, at him. She winked and Link blushed even harder. She daintily waved her hand at him and Link waved back, embarrassed and as red as a strawberry.
"Link!"
Link nearly jumped out of his seat at the sound of his name from the old crusty lips of his proctor. He looked up to see his teacher now staring directly, not to mention sternly, at him. Link slumped his head over his paper, but peeked up to see if Mr. Tarn had looked away. He was now busying himself with something in his desk drawer.
Link took this opportunity to glance over at Zelda again. He saw her giggling, batting her pretty eyelashes at him. Link blushed again and turned back around. Zelda Hyrule was laughing at him!
I know this has no plot in it, but it's just a starter chap. I want to see if anybody likes how this is written and whatever before I really delve deeply into the story. So anybody like it? Review and tell me!!
-LunaRyuu