I know, I know. I said this was gonna be a one shot. But I had INSPIRATION! I read Correspondence, by Aurora-Kayd (Amazing Fanfic, all must read), which is all in the format of letters, which got me thinking about letters, and how Chess is basically a suicide note, which is a letter, which got me thinking about a great deal of other stuff, which lead me to start writing letters from the POV from other characters, which FAILED, except the one from Sheik, which was pretty cool. So I wrote it over and made it fit more with some other stuff I had in my brain. Of course, I then had to write the response, and then the response to that, and then I ended up with a huge long series of letters of subtly decreasing length, all written during one afternoon with Sheik's theme on repeat. Forgive me, oh mighty reviewers, for any anything that might bother you. These haven't been beta'd, or read over, or even really thought about.

But I'm rambling. So here you go, all you ravenous little fans. Chess, number two! (Aha! Line worked!)

Dear Link,

I

You

I do not quite know how to begin. I have never written a letter before. It is quite strange, trying to put one's thoughts onto paper. Especially when one's thoughts are as evasive as a Hylian loach. To be quite frank, I'm not sure what to say. I'm not sure what I have to tell you. I'm not sure if I have anything to tell you at all. But of course I do, I'm writing the bloody letter, aren't I?

This is so confusing.

Alright, let's start again.

Dear Link,

This is Sheik. I am writing you a letter because Impa told me it would help get my thoughts in order. Although why it would help escapes me entirely. In any case.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry I haven't been more useful. It feels so wrong, to stand there watching from so far away while you're risking your life for us all. It feels so selfish to stand by and do nothing. I should be in there with you, killing monsters and solving puzzles and making DAMN sure you don't kick the bucket.

Sorry. That's insensitive and rude. But that's just the way I am. I can't get an original word out of my mouth without offending someone. Hence the corny verse they had me spout. Can't screw up if I'm reading a script, can I? I'm not sure what the all powerful they were so afraid I'd say. It's not like a couple of ill-advised quips would turn you from your destiny. If that were true, they'd never have sent you that annoying little whatever she is. Fairy. Whatever. Thank you very much, Miss 'Reading Over My Shoulder'.

Ha ha! Freedom! Made Impa leave! Mwahahaha.

And now I'm bored. Link. Link Link Link. What kind of a name is Link, anyways? But then again, who am I to talk? Sheik of the Sheikah. Our parents are strange, my green friend.

That made me so happy, you know. When you said we were friends. It was the very first time I'd ever had a friend. My whole life was spent preparing me to protect Zelda. The only kid my age I ever even saw was her. You've met her. You know she is. You try making friends with a girl who won't shut up long enough to breathe. Especially one who thinks you're her very own personal slave. 'Pick up this, go get that', day in and day out for ten years! At least I could escape to my training. And Impa, that damn traitor, always telling her exactly when I was supposed to leave.

But back then, she wasn't… Back then she was sane. Egotistical, hyper active, overly girly, yes, but lacking in any real mental disorder. Now I'm not so sure. She looked at me the other day and laughed, like she knew something I didn't, something that would be undoubtedly unpleasant for me, but highly amusing for her. Like I was an enemy, and she knew I was going to die. Not pleasant, let me tell you. She makes me uncomfortable. Impa too, not that she'd ever say. There's something not quite right inside that girl's brain.

But once again, who am I to talk?

And now you're going to know what that means, aren't you?

Damn. Oh well. I'll just not send it. No harm, no foul.

But I think… There is something wrong with me. There has to be. What goes on in my head… It's not normal. It's not how I'm supposed to be. I'm looking at the script but saying the wrong words.

I'm supposed to watch, guide, lead. I'm supposed to be the mysterious shadow guiding you on your quest. I take you where you need to go and leave you there, with nothing more than an echo and a memory in my wake. I'm not supposed… to care.

I love you, Link. I mean, I think I do. I've never felt... It never felt normal with you, Link. It didn't seem right that the gaze of a friend would make me blush, that their touch would give me shivers, that the thought of them would keep me up late into the night, tossing and turning and…

I'm sorry, Link. I shouldn't feel this way. I shouldn't want you, but I do. I'm sorry.

Can you ever forgive me, Link?

Hey, I do feel better. Imagine that. The old battle-axe was right. I'm going to go see what Zelda's screeching about now, and then I'm going to rip this up into tiny little pieces and then I'm going to burn them and then I'm going to get Saria to help me banish the ashes to the sacred realm. Because of course I can't send it to you, that would be unforgivable. You can never know.

Din damn it, Zelda is annoying. Bloody hell in a hand basket. 'Coming, Princess!' Goddess, I'm such a chump.

Bye, Link-who-will-never-read-this-ever.

Sheik.

P.S.

Dear Link; I found this letter on my nephew's desk. I thought it might interest you.

'Miss Reading Over My Shoulder'.