Sheikah, BombChus and Gerudos

A/N: Hiyoo, sorry for the late update =.=, but life calls. I really should update my other fics, and I'm sure everyone on this website says that as their excuse too, but I'm studying really hard trying to get into the subjects I want next year, since I'm trying for university when I come of age. So, wish me luck guys and I'll try to update as frequently as I can!

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That night at dinner, minus the Zora Prince, I sat sulkily infront of my two suitors. Taking Fish Face's seat was, to my dismay, Manna. I couldn't face the woman. I struggled to face Impa after that incident. I just prayed to the Gods Sheik hadn't seen that.

"Princess Zelda?" Vlad asked, furrowing his red brows. If I weren't in such a bad mood, I would've swooned at how incredibly cute he looked. "What's wrong?"

As he asked that, three people burst into a fit of laughter. I expected Impa and Manna too, but…who was the third?

Manna spat out the wine she was currently drinking and succumbed to the laughter. Father glared at her menacingly and she blushed and apologised. Father was incredibly lenient with his Guard. Impa had more dignity than that, thank the Gods.

I searched for the third voice laughing. Oh Gods no. Nonononononononononono!

"You saw that?!" I cried, pointing at Sheik. He shielded his smile with the goblet, but I could see the corners of his mouth curving upwards. He looked at me, his eyes dancing with amusement.

"I have to say Princess," he laughed. "I much prefer you in this form."

On normal circumstances, the compliment would have made me weak-kneed. Right now I was infuriated. I was pissed.

"Excuse me," I murmured, barely audible. I put my napkin down and left the dining room. I wanted to shout, "Fuck you all!" but I'd be on house arrest for the rest of my life. There were whispers as to where I was going, but among those whispers were howls of laughter. At my expense.

I lay in bed, staring up at the picture of the muscular, well formed, Shiro. I sighed and wished I could be that great.

Impa visited me briefly after I excused myself from dinner. I told her I was fine and just exhausted from training. She left grinning, and that ticked me off to the extreme. Maybe it was PMS, maybe it wasn't. Whatever it was, it allowed me to devise a plan.

No one laughs at Zelda and gets away with it. Not even Sheik.

"Impa," I said proudly, walking like I was told to. I stood infront of her as she was doing stretches for her morning workout. She grinned at me, but I didn't sway. "I'd like to discuss our training."

She got off her knees and raised an eyebrow. "What's up?" I smiled, thinking this would go smoothly until she cracked a smile.

Fucking Sheikah.

"I want to discontinue my training on the transformation technique," I nodded boldly.

She looked at me startled. "Princess, if this is about yesterday—"

"While yesterday did hurt my feelings," I admitted, not looking at her. "I've thought long and hard about this, but I don't think I'll need the technique. I'm about to pick a suitor, and what need for it is there?"

Impa frowned and looked away also. "If that's how you feel."

I nodded slowly. "Yes."

"I thought that you wanted that more than anything," she admitted. "I thought we were bonding spectacularly through it—"

I launched myself at the older woman. "Silly Impa," I scolded. "I'm not flicking you off all together. I just don't want the technique. Let's do something different."

Impa hugged me back shocked. "Oh, okay. What did you have in mind?"

I pretended to think. Well, for my plan to work, I did need physical fitness…

"How about we just do some good old fitness?" I grinned. Impa raised a brow.

"Are you serious? Usually you whine at the thought of physical work."

"Yeah, well, that incident yesterday got me angry. I need to blow off steam somehow, and I fear if I danced I'd stab Andre's toes off with my heels. On purpose."

Impa chuckled. "Okay. Um, oh yeah, the King wanted to see you."

Shit. Shit's going to hit the fan now. "Okeydoke. I'll see you round then. This afternoon."

Impa nodded. I walked away, still feeling her gaze on me. "Wait, Zelda."

I turned around and stared at her confused. She hardly ever called me Zelda. "Yeah?"

She didn't meet my gaze until she spoke. "I'm sorry about yesterday."

"That's okay."

"You have to admit though, it was pretty funny." She laughed.

I faked a cheery laugh. "Haha, yeah. See you round, Impa."

As I turned around, a cold glare met my features. We'll see who gets the last laugh.

We'll see…

I sat down while father took long, fierce strides around the room. I didn't look at him. I knew what this was about. I knew I was in trouble. Instead, he continued pacing the room, arms behind his back, a frown set in stone on his features.

"You know how important these dinners are!" he yelled furiously, spittle flying everywhere. I was starting to wish I brought an umbrella. "You'd better hope to the Gods Prince Vladimir hasn't changed his opinion of you!"

"What about Fish—ah, I mean, the Zora Prince and the Goron Prince?" I asked nervously, covering my mistake. Sheik stood coolly in the corner to the front in the right of father's study. He had his arms folded over his chest and his face was hidden with bandaging, his bangs shielding his eyes from view.

"Well, the Zora Prince left early, because he had to watch the Zora Domain, and the Goron Prince was put off on last night's performance." He spoke silently. When he spoke silently, it meant I was in deep monkey doo doo.

"Last night's performance wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for three certain people." I replied furiously. I was already in the shit. Who cares if it got deeper?

"What are you talking about?" he bellowed, walking over to me and getting in my face.

Sheik glanced at me curiously. I glared back. That's right, ass hole. I can get you in deep shit too.

I grit my teeth and replied. "The people you chose to be my suitors!"

Sheik's look turned into one of confusion. I saved his hide. I saved Impa's and Manna's too. Father didn't like anyone poking fun at his little princess.

"Who else are you going to marry? The Kokirians!"

"I'd probably have a normal baby if I did!" I retorted. "With the exception of Vladimir. He is a gentleman!"

"They all are!"

"How can you tell if that Zora and Goron are even males!" I hissed. "We know nothing of those races! You dare entrust our kingdom to them?"

"We could've talked this over civilly!" the King yelled back. We were both currently close to each other's face and screaming. Sheik looked a little nervous to be in the room with us.

"You wouldn't have it!"

"There's no need to act like a child, Zelda!"

"That's not me being a child, dad!" I yelled standing up. "This is me acting like a child!" I picked up the chair I was sitting on and threw it back at the ground. I huffed and stormed out of the room.

"Sheik, follow her and make sure she goes to her room and stays there!"

Joy. Right now, I had Sheik stalking me. No doubt hoping I'd walk to my room and do as daddy says. Anything to avoid talking to me. Well, just to piss him off, I walked past my room with a grin on my face. Screw this. I'm going to Market Town!

The town was quite lively as the hour of noon passed. I walked through the crowd with a hooded cloak covering my features and clothing. The hood was not only to conceal my face, but also to stop my pale skin from burning a bright red, like it usually did when I exposed myself to the sunlight.

There were people on their balconies, talking to people below. Both men and women bickering at stalls, trying to grab the latest bargains while a little girl chased a cuccoo in a circle. A fat lady with her dog was near me as I entered the town, and two lovebirds holding each other were standing by the fountain.

How the other half lived.

I decided to move quickly. I had no doubts that Sheik would send for Impa to find me, or dob me into dad. If he did, I'd tell on him anyway. He owed me. I wasn't much in the mood for games, but a mask store as I entered town did catch my eye. There wasn't much else to do, so I walked inside.

"Weeeeeeeelcome!"

Having second thoughts about this store already.

"Hoooow maaaay I heeeelp yooooou?"

I looked at the man decked out in purple clothes. He did look rather trendy. His red hair was combed over and he had a large grin on his face. His hands were cupped together, ready to do business.

"What masks do you have?" I asked, hoping he'd show me rather than tell me.

"Weeeeeeell," he began, taking in a deep breath.

Shit.

"TheKeatonMaskMaskofTruthReDeadMaskGerudoMaskSkullMaskand—"

Wanting to stop this crazy man, I blurted out any old mask. "Gerudo Mask, please."

"Aaaaah yeees, a fiiiiiiine chooooooice." He grinned, picking up the tanned mask that had the fiery red fringe of a Gerudo on it, completed with heavy golden make-up and golden eyes. "Thiiiiiiirty rupeeeeeeees."

"Here!" I practically chucked the rupee bag at him, grabbed my mask and ran my ass the hell out of that shop. Never wanting to go back. Never.

I put the mask on as I stepped outside, feeling like a Gerudo now. Ironic, no? I manoeuvred myself around the suddenly more crowded town and into the closest building. Feeling safe, I turned around and noticed that I had stumbled upon a gaming alley.

"Shit." I muttered as the game owner began to talk.

"Can I help you?" he asked. I looked at him through my mask. The burly man resembled a gorilla.

I rolled my eyes. What the hell. "I'd like to play."

He pressed a button and music came on. "Welcome to BombChu alley." He said monotonously, but I could tell he was trying to be cheery. "Rules are simple, stand there, put the 'chu down and try hit the centre."

"Sounds fun." I snorted sarcastically.

"Hey, don't like it, go back to the desert." He retorted snappily.

Normally, I wouldn't have taken offence to that, but since I was trying to pass as a Gerudo, I did take offence.

"Now now," I heard a familiar voice. "That's no way to treat a lady."

I turned around and noticed Vlad standing in the alley, smirking deviously at me. Oh gosh. Thank the Gods he doesn't know who I am. What the hell is he doing here?

"Thank you." I murmured quietly. There was a certain accent when a Gerudo spoke. I noticed it in Vlad, but I couldn't quite mimic it.

I stood on the line were the talking Gorilla told me to. Funny. Now I was listening to gorillas? Anyway, I held the weird mouse-like bomb in my hands and watched it begin to glow a dull red. I stared at it confused.

"Put it on the ground." Vlad urged.

I did so and watched the bomb run along the ground, up the wall and in a circle, finally coming back at me.

"What the hell?" I screamed. "It's coming back!"

The gorilla hit a button and I watched the BombChu blow infront of me. He grunted in confusion. "Ain't never seen nuthin' like that before."

"No," came a voice different than Vlad's. Gods, not him too. "She's…special."

I turned to face Sheik standing casually beside Vlad, grinning under his cowl. I frowned. Now he's never going to let me live it down.

"You don't know me." I spoke quietly, moving past the two boys and not continuing my game. The gorilla tried to call me back, but all I heard was grunting. And chest hair. If you can hear that.

Well I certainly saw a lot.

Sorry for another short chapter and the errors, if there are any, I just speed read it. Also, I know there's no Goron prince and Zelda is starting to swear quite a bit, my apologies, but fanfiction's slogan isn't 'unleash your imagination' for nothing. That's my excuse anyway haha. I swear these things look bigger when I write them. Damn fanfiction is making me look stingy with my writing hehe ^^ Anywhoo, I have the rest of the fic ready to go, and I've almost finished the sequel, so when I get more updates, I'll post ;D

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