A/N: I got this chapter done rather quickly which is super surprising. Anyway, I am hoping that you guys like the next chapter. Sorry if the format is off. I never write in this character and it's super new to me. Not to mention I am horrible at conveying words at times. xD Kinda like right now. Please do let me know what you think and I'll try and update swiftly!

Locking up the Sun

By Sasurealian

Chapter One

Oh come on Zelda, let me out!" The so-called Prince of Hyrule began to kick the coat closet door continuously with a loud groan.

"Nope. Not until you apologize." The Prince's twin sister leaned against the door casually, beaming at her nails as if nothing unusual was going on.

Meanwhile, a maid passed by and stopped, eyes widening at the scene before her. The Princess held up her index finger to her lips 'shhhh,' and the maid squeaked and quickly walked off pretending she saw nothing.

"Father is going to be so angry with us if we're not in the throne room in five minutes, so let me out, Zelda!"

The Prince heard a chuckle through the darkened closet, "puh-lease, father knows that you're going to be late as usual. We can't even depend on you to get out of bed on time."

"I'll have you know I was up at nine AM today. Goddesses Zelda, NINE! I am still tired!" There was another hard kick at the door and the Princess once again leaned against it chuckling.

"Then you come marching in my room, without knocking I might add, throwing cold water on me and I was already out of bed!"

"Hah, yeah that was great."

"What is wrong with you!" More kicking and screaming happened from inside the closet and Zelda thought that maybe her brother might break the door down. Guess that sparring training was working out pretty good for him after all.

"Oh, Link. You might have been up physically, but you definitely weren't emotionally, which is why you're in the closet to begin with. You had no right to enter my room and destroy my favorite lipstick."

There was silence, but deep within the coat closet Zelda could hear mumbling.

"You don't act like you're a Princess...nor 18 for that matter!"

"Says the one that threw my lipstick out my window!"

"Ahem..."

Zelda gasped and turned her head to the Royal Guardsman of the King. He sat there tapping his foot against the polished floor with his arms crossed and his arched brow didn't go unnoticed either. "You both do realize the King was expecting you almost ten minutes ago, correct?"

"Oh, why of course, Cornell." Zelda faked a grin and slowly unlocked the closet door having the Prince fall forward on his face.

Cornell sighed as he nursed his temples impatiently, "Please be swift. You know how the King becomes if he is kept waiting."

"Yeah Zelda!" Link retorted as he brushed himself off, adjusting his green cloak.

Cornell began to walk off, suggesting that the two better follow him or else. He tried to block out their childish bantering about apologies and lipstick that was to be bought.

When the King's children finally arrived, they were surprised to see a man being held on his knees with his hands shackled behind his back. The King stood before the shackled man with a brooding look on his face and crossed arms. He began to pace when his children finally entered and grumbled under his voice.

"You're both late. Again."

Link began to retort, but Zelda cut him off, "Ah yes Father, I do apologize, and it is entirely my fault. I got caught up with a lot of duties today and insisted that Link help me." She lied, but Link decided not to expose her since she was saving his hide also. Zelda and Link often had that way about each other. Sure they fought a lot, but it was typically harmless and there wouldn't be a day where one of them wouldn't risk their lives for the other. Link sent Zelda an apologizing look which Zelda accepted full heartedly.

Cornell on the other hand...well, he sent daggers at Zelda who in return stuck out her tongue when she was sure the King wasn't looking.

"I see, well regardless of your duties, I have something very important to discuss with you both."

Link stepped forward and took a glance at the man before him, "Please tell me you're going to start with why you have this man shackled like this?" Although Link wasn't certain, he assumed the person before him was a man. It was hard to determine because his head was hung low and he appeared to have his entire body covered up. The man was slim, but unless the Prince was mistaken he had lithe muscles. He wore a turban on his head with a cowl and mask hiding his face. Link did however note that he had unruly blonde hair that hung over his eyes and he didn't seem too old either, probably around his age.

"As you know my children, you're both now of age and this is grave news to Hyrule, as there will many seeking after you to take over my reign. Their easiest target will be you, my son."

Link narrowed his eyes and sighed, "Okay, but...what does this have to do with him?" Link's eyes softened over the man before him. He had a gentle heart and didn't like the idea of anyone being thrown into the prisons or worse, killed.

"This man was found last night after he murdered one of my Guardsmen." The King glared down at the masked man before him, "I have brought him before us with a decision to be made."

"Wait, killed a man? But why?" Link glanced over at the man, but he didn't waver. He almost appeared to be a statue he was so still.

"He hasn't answered, so since we have no reason to believe he is innocent, we have decided that he is to be hung."

"Huh, father no!" Zelda stepped in and grabbed onto his arm, "You should give him a chance to speak!"

"Yes father, it might not be his fault entirely." Link bent down to the level of the shackled man, "If you could explain to us what happened perhaps we could let you go." The man's eyes flickered up into Link's cerulean eyes and Link gasped just lightly at the crimson red they held. He had never seen such vivid red eyes before, only in the legends.

"F-Father...his eyes." Link backed away as the man glared at him.

"Yes, he is Sheikah I suspect. I haven't seen one as pure blooded as him in years. He is unusual, but like his people before him, he too will perish."

Link's heart jolted at his father's answer and he thought he almost heard a hissing sound coming from the shackled figure before him. He had heard so much regarding the Sheikah, but it was always such nasty words about how they turned on Hyrule and started an uproar. There was also discussion about how they were the death of his mother, however he wasn't sure how much of that was true.

"Oh Father you can't do that! We stopped that war and they retreated! Not this again, you need to show kindness and mercy!" Zelda folded her hands together and gazed onto her father and then to the Sheikah.

The King began to pace, his eyes glued to the shackled figure before him, "You're both still young so you can't possibly understand. I am doing this only to protect you and Hyrule. He has committed an unforgivable crime and he must pay for his sins."

"And he isn't? He looks no older than we are father. Just please listen."

"What if he is after your life, Link?" There was a long pause and Link gaped at his father wordlessly. He couldn't imagine a boy this age trying to murder him, but he would be a man with reason if anyone had one and apparently he wasn't shy to spill blood, especially Hylian blood.

"We should wait a few days father." Zelda stepped in and laid a hand on his shoulder. He melted at her touch, reminding him of his once wife and how much Zelda reflected her.

"Fine, we will hold a trial in three days." The King turned his back to the prisoner and sent a look to Cornell, "Take him to the cells below."

Link sighed in relief as Cornell roughly pulled the Sheikah to his feet and began to drag him out of the throne room towards the corridor, but still the man didn't retort or fight. Link couldn't help but wonder how bad he could really be.

"I suggest you think of something to say in the meantime, Sheikah." The King spoke loudly, making sure the man heard him before he slumped down into his throne chair, grumbling under his breath and sweeping back his short greying blond hair from his eyes.

However, Link closed his eyes and leaned his head back trying not to dwell on his father's decision. At least he decided not to kill him...yet. Zelda was at the King's side and began to rub his shoulders to relieve tension. He always was this way when it came to life and death situations and Link knew it was partly because of him and Zelda.

There was a thick awkwardness in the room and Link felt tiny standing in a place that could likely house most of the residents in the Hyrule market town. He failed to realize that if he were to become King one day that this would become his daily life and the thought gave him a headache. Did he really want to become like his father, sitting on the throne and trying to massage away a headache that was inevitable every morning he awoke.

"I have some chores to attend to, if you'll excuse me." He bowed awkwardly and was swift to exit the room with his leather boots clicking and echoing against the floor.

Link staggered into the gardens and plopped in the grass under a tree where the shade blocked most of the sun. It wasn't an easy place to find which was perfect for him because he got tired of his sparring trainer Henry always demanding him for lessons and asking him how his training was going. He sometimes hated that he was the Prince of Hyrule and opted for being an orphan who only had to worry about himself for a change.

The thought of having to decide if someone should live or die weighed on his heart heavily and he didn't like the thought of killing someone who possibly was innocent. He decided he didn't want to become a King after all.

Link thought back to the man with red eyes and wondered if he truly murdered a Guardsman of the King. He looked dangerous, but his eyes told a different story. He was filled with pain and when he looked at him, he felt that he could see into his soul. He was like a book with no cover and the only way to discover what lay underneath was to keep reading.

The only problem was, this guy seemed to be from a whole other world. The pages in his book were probably lost in translation. The thoughts swirled around in Link's head. He had to help him in some way, he couldn't let him die. At least discovering more about him would suffice.

"There you are! I knew I'd find you here." Link weakly smiled up at Zelda who didn't hesitate to sit next to him under the shady tree. A breeze caught wind, sending the tree to shiver and leaves to fall and cicadas chirped around them creating almost a melody around their secret hideaway.

"I know what you're thinking, Link."

"Hmmm..what's that?" Link picked apart the grass with his fingers with his gaze distracted.

"I'm going to be candid with you." Zelda exhaled and grabbed Link's hand with hers. "I think father wants to kill the Sheikah man and I suspect that the three days is simply just a way to shut us up."

The noise around him seemed to go silent as he stared into his sister's eyes. They're the same color of his, just as their hair was the same color and they seemed to have a lot of similar features passed along by their mother. Link began to wonder what they inherited from their father. By goddesses it surely wasn't manners or his brutal heart filled with immense anger and pain.

"I begged him to be conciliatory about the whole thing, but he brushed me off and left to attend 'personal matters'."

"It doesn't matter what you do, Zel. Father's changed ever since mom passed and you and I both know that he isn't getting any better. He blames the Sheikah for what happened to her and even though he caused a genocide, I doubt he loses any sleep over it at night." Link furrowed his brows and tried to keep from raising his voice in irritation. Most days he ignored his father's petty attitude towards diplomatic matters, but he was tired of sitting by and watching his father sentence innocent people to death. There needed to be more evidence on what happened with the death of the Hylian Guardsman and for all he knew that Guardsman had it coming. Besides, he knew how Hylian's felt about the Sheikah and it wasn't rainbows and butterflies.

"Should we do something?"

"Like what? It sounds like to me father has made up his mind"

"I think one of us should try talking to him."

Link snorted, "Why do I get this feeling you're referring to me."

"You're better at talking to people. Besides, he looks kind of scary."

Link laughed out loud until he was clutching his stomach.

"Hey! Don't ridicule me! I am serious!"

A grin fell over Link's lips and he sighed, "No you're right, I'm pretty sure you'd be too scared to confront the guy. He looks rather mysterious if you ask me. Remember back on the stories we read of the Sheikah? They always wore those coverings and they don't show their faces to outsiders. It's some type of respect thing."

Zelda nodded, "Well yea because they are the shadow folk and they swore their allegiance to the Royal Family. Their whole purpose of life was to guard them and keep them safe. They are known for their stealth and talent for killing their enemies without making a sound."

Link's heart began to beat rapidly at the thought. He wondered if the Sheikah held prisoner had those same skills and if he'd use them to take his life.

"I wouldn't think about it too much, Link." Zelda laid a strong hand on his shoulder and smiled, "Just forget about what I said regarding the Sheikah. I'm sure there is little we can do anyway." Zelda stood and brushed her dress off, "I'm off to attend my incessant lessons that will probably put me to sleep until dinner time. You should do the same, I'm sure Henry is exhausted with you already." Zelda ruffled Link's hair while she walked off and Link simply couldn't bring himself to move. Why did he feel this resolute in helping a man he didn't even know?

"Goddesses what are you telling to tell me?!" Link rolled around in the grass, not caring that he was getting it all inside his cloak resulting in him becoming extremely itchy.

"Oh Henry what's with the sour face?" Link heard Zelda ask off in the distance.

Just great…

"Oh Link? I have no idea where he's got to this morning. Probably something noteworthy I'm sure."

Link groaned taking this as his cue to get up and stop being lazy about his training.

Dinner had passed for the evening and the sun had set into the sky bringing out the crickets and the night cool air. Link had finally finished up his studies and sighed in relief at the thought of this being his finale year studying stupid stuff relating to history, scrolls, and ancient languages revolving around the Goddesses. Basically, everything he found rather boring. The only skill he felt he picked up was sword fighting. He prided himself at being able to whip the daylights of every Guardsman in the castle. The only true competition was Henry and he was pushing fifty! Although there were rumors that he fought in the civil war against the Sheikah which had Link slightly fearful of him.

His mind fell back to the Sheikah once again. Maybe he should confront him alone and see if he talks? I guess it wouldn't hurt to try, Link thought as he hopped off his bed and slipped his feet into his boots. Mostly everyone had retired for the night away and he was sure that he could tell anyone else to piss off if they asked him what he was doing. He was the Prince after all and he didn't necessarily have to listen to authority.

Carefully Link tip-toed down the hall with a lantern in his grip to lead the way. The holding chambers were located in the dungeons under the castle and Link admittedly had only wondered down there a few times playing hide and go seek with Zelda as a child.

He pushed open a wooden door that led to the dungeons and his heartbeat quickened in his chest leaving him numb. Would Zelda think him brave for doing this? Would father want to hang him instead? He brushed the thoughts aside as he continued.

Nevertheless, Link became conspicuous by all the dirt and spider webs that decorated the dungeon and the smell was vial leaving Link no choice but to pinch his nose and breathe through his mouth. Maybe it was about time to send the maids down here Link thought to himself as he followed the only light that he provided in the dark unforgiving place.

He wasn't sure where he was going, but he peered into each cell hoping to find glowing red eyes popping out at him. To Link's relief there weren't many prisoners down here, but he supposed that it didn't mean they weren't in the larger prison outside of Hyrule. Surely his father wasn't that cruel to send the Sheikah there.

Suddenly Link heard a sound from his left and he froze. It was too dark to see anything and Link squinted his eyes through the darkness trying to spot whatever it was that he heard. Dust flittered to the lamp and Link took a step closer to a nearby cell which held a man. It was unmistakably the Sheikah from earlier and wow did he looked awful.

Quickly Link set the lantern aside and knelt down in front of the cell peering through the darkness. He coughed out a few times from all the dust and immediately felt nervous. What was he suppose to say? It was hard to see anything down here, but from the looks of him with the small light provided, the Sheikah looked worn. His clothes were dirty and torn, but his cowl and mask still stood strong wrapped around his face. His eyes were narrowed into the ground and his arms crossed as he leaned against the corner in the back of the cell.

"Pardon me...um...my name is Link. I just wanted to talk to you for a minute if you have the time?"

Link paused at his words, of course he had the time.

"Umm, I just thought that maybe we could get to the bottom of this. I am the Prince you see, so maybe you can help me to help you?" Link chuckled and scratched the back of his head nervously. This was serving no purpose, the man didn't budge.

"Look I understand you're pretty pissed and maybe you're not in the mood to talk, but I didn't come down here for nothing."

Silence filled the void and Link determined that maybe his father was right. Did this guy not care about his life?

"Can you not speak?" Link asked this a bit more gently, wrapping his gloved hands around the mental bars that separated him and the prisoner. Link noted that there wasn't any food nor water in his cell which sparked an idea.

"I see that they haven't given you anything to eat or drink, little jerks. Hey I'll be right back, just stay right there!" And Link was quick to his feet, grabbed the lamp and began to run back up the stairs he came down. He soon realized that he was stupid to tell the man to stay put for there was nowhere for him to go. He really needed to start thinking before he let words tumble out of his mouth.

It only took Link fifteen minutes before he returned with a silver tray in his hands holding a warm cup of leftover soup from dinner and a large glass of water. He also managed to steal the spare dungeon keys along the way, "Okay so I'm going to open the cellar door, but you've got to promise me you won't run, okay?" Link waited for a response, but wasn't shocked when he got nothing in return. Link heavily sighed and decided to risk his chances anyhow.

He unlocked the cellar door slowly and picked up the tray setting it inside the dark chamber and scooted it with his foot closer towards the man. He felt like he was approaching a Wolfos or something equal to their danger. "Well eat up! Our chief is amazing and he makes the best stew!"

Link was shocked when fierce red eyes glanced up at his and it wasn't a moment later that Link had the air knocked out of him.

His body was shoved into the ground involuntarily and he struggled to find air for his lungs.

"Why are you helping me?" Though Link couldn't see most of his face, he knew the man was angry. Shockingly enough, Link found that the man wasn't all that tall and probably was shorter than he was. Link was right about his body being muscular, but Link noted he was rather small for a man of his age.

"H-hey get off!" He shoved the man forward and gasped for air that finally returned to his lungs. It didn't take much time before Link launched back at him, flipped him around so that he was straddling his body. He clinched his thighs over his and grabbed his wrists placing them above his head and away from his person. Suddenly the man bucked his hips and Link couldn't help but feel flushed by the awkwardness of it all. Link was shocked that the man was able to throw him even though his hands were bound. Link underestimated him and was quick to pounce on him before he escaped, grabbing his foot and pulling him back down. The Sheikah's free foot kicked his square in the nose leaving the Prince with stars in his eyes.

Why that little...

"You fight like a cucco!" And it wasn't but a moment later that Link had pulled the man forward and back under his body this time with all the strength he could muster. To say this guy was strong was an understatement. Link's muscles trembled under his resisting body and he grit his teeth trying to suppress him.

How strong would he be without the shackles, Link wondered

"Listen to me you idiot!" His thighs squeezed the man below him tighter and Link shifted uncomfortably above him trying to ignore the profound feelings stirring underneath him. He wasn't fond of their current position and if he had it his way he would be pointing a sword at his face right now, but there were only so many options.

"I just risked my life getting you soup and water and if you had any clue how damn stupid that was of me you'd show just a little respect!" Link huffed out trying to calm his pounding heart, "If you were to escape and my father found out I helped you, I would be in serious trouble and Goddesses knows what Hyrule would think! If you want to come out of this alive, I suggest you let me help you the correct way, otherwise kindly return to your lonely dirty cell and beat it!" Link couldn't believe he actually said that. He was usually gentle and kind, but he didn't spend all this time down here risking his life only to have the man attack him and get him into more trouble than it was worth. He was the Prince for cripes sake and he was going to show some initiative.

Link was surprised when the man stopped struggling beneath him.

"Let me back into the cellar." His voice was calm, but Link did detect he was tired from his outburst as he climbed off of him. He returned to his corner of his cell and dragged the tray of food and water towards him with his foot. "Sorry about your face."

Link pinched his nose and leaned his head back trying to stop the bleeding. "Well if you weren't so crazy this never wouldn't have happened."

"Hn..."

Link glared at him while he sipped the soup calmly. This man was really weird. Why did he retreat so easily?

"Can you kindly stop staring at me like that?"

"Like what?"

"That!" The Sheikah retorted sticking his spoon at Link's smirking face.

"You're really weird and your accent is kind of funny." He spoke as if Hylian was a second language to him and even though the words were messy, Link could still understand him.

"At least I don't trust criminals."

Link began to argue and then stopped immediately sighing, "Touché..."

There was a long pause and Link couldn't help but feel refreshed somehow. He finally got the man to speak and even though it wasn't a lot, it was at least progress.

He waited for the man to finish his soup before gathering up the items onto the tray and locking the door behind him. "Look...I don't have that much time to talk with you about everything, but tomorrow night I'll have a plan for trying to get you out of here. The only thing I ask in exchange is the truth behind the death of the Hylian Guardsman. If you can provide me that, I promise to do my best to get you out of here."

There was a long silence and Link pleaded that the man give deference to his wishes.

"It's a deal."

Link practically squeaked in delight as he grinned widely.

"Also.." The man paused and flickered his ruby eyes into Link's, "My name is Sheik, survivor of the Sheikah."

A/N: A lot is starting to unfold :o I have so many ideas for this which is awesome cause usually I give up on writing if I don't like it. Please if you guys can, review and let me know how you like this so far *_* It motivates me deeply!