Chapter Three

"Zant, you're kidding, right?" Link asked, holding the phone as he paced the lounge area in his home.

"Nope, coach said I'm a starter today on the field, I'm psych."

"Seriously man, you gotta calm down, if you mess up this chance Coach won't let it happen again, I mean, you a Senior in High School, gotta hold yourself together."

"I'm trying, but I've never started, so this is big for me."

Zelda glanced up from her work. She could hear bits and pieces of the conversation, and even though it did not intrigue her that much, Link's pacing was breaking her concentration. Looking out the window, she watched as snow began to fall.

"Well, try harder," Link chided. "When do we have to be at the gym?"

"5:30, games starts at 6:30," Zant replied. "Will you be able to make it, I hear the storm's gonna be nasty."

"Dude, I've got those Studded tires and Four Wheel drive, so as long as I go slow I'll be fine."

"Right, right, what about Zelda?"

"I'm just gonna let her stay here, she's got a bit of make-up work to work on to catch up for the school she has missed," Link said softly. "You know how Mr. Ritmon is, practically a chapter a day!"

"True, well, I'll let you go, see you at the game."

"Yeah, later."

Link clicked off the phone and sighed. He looked at the clock to see it was only noontime. Rolling his shoulder, he sat down next to Zelda where his book was open, and started to work on his homework again. He would glance over now and then to see where Zelda was, and to see if she needed any help. Much to his surprise, she moved quickly, and had a decent understanding of the work.

"What do you usually get for grades?" Link asked innocently, working on one of the questions.

"Straight A's," was the reply. Link could only nod his head. He was starting to wonder how he could gain the trust of someone who does not trust anyone with anything. He had to remind himself, however, it had only been a few days, and it took time. He had seen what was under the hood, but she still continued to hide herself, as if hiding from someone. Link went back to his own work, wanting to get it done before he had to leave for the basketball game.

After finishing his work, Link went for a jog around his neighborhood. The cold air was refreshing as he ran trying to calm himself, from what... he did not know. He figured it was from the upcoming game, as he did often get uptight. The more he jogged, the more he became worried. The weather was slowly turning against him as he jogged over to his front door. Looking at the dark storm clouds, he wondered if it would have been a go idea to go to the game. Entering his home, Link walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water.

"Your coach called, said the other team wanted to postpone the game," Zelda's soft voice broke his absent train of thought. Startled, Link looked over at her.

"How long ago did he call and how long have I been out?" Link asked, looking at where he figured her eyes were.

"He called about 15 minutes ago, you've been gone about an hour," she simply replied, turning back to her work. Link reminded silent for a few minutes, running his hand through his hair as he sighed.

"Well, thanks for answering the phone, I'm going to collapse onto my bed," he finally said, and walked toward his room.

...Painting Scars...

"What, are you kidding me?" Zant asked, holding his phone tightly. "Postponed? Until when?"

Midna watched him from her spot, working on a rough sketch for her new project. She had no idea what she was getting herself into, all she knew was the painting she was working on now would take a similar appearance of her Hero of Legends painting. As she watched him pace, she could tell he was upset about the game being postponed, but she knew it would be for the better with the weather.

"Aw man, I was really looking forward to starting," Zant muttered. She watched him for a while as he said goodbye to his coach and hung the phone up. "This is so frustrating."

"Zant, you heard the weather a few minutes ago," Midna said calmly. "Blizzard like conditions, it's best to stay home."

"Damn winter stroms," Zant hissed. He plopped himself next to Midna and looked at her drawing. "Looks decent."

"For a start, anyway, I'm not going to be able to do too much." she replied.

"No one said it had to be fast." Zant countered.

Midna merely punched his arm as he stood up. He rubbed it as he headed to his kitchen. He walked over to the game schedule to check when the next game was, and found it wasn't until after school Wednesday. With a grumble, Zant picked up his backpack and started his homework.

"Just remember Zant, it's not all about sports," Midna called playfully.

"I know, but can you blame me right now? I've never played as a starter," Zant responded, and Midna only shook her head. She turned back to her sketch, and then began to draw an outline of another head. She would fill it in later with the details once she had a chance to see the face of the person clearly. After a few minutes of pause, she put up the canvas and leaned back in her chair.

"You still got the spare room I often use?" Midna asked, looking over at Zant. He merely nodded without looking up. "Alright, I'll be in there then," Zant grunted in response as Midna gathered her stuff and headed down the hall. When she entered the room, she glanced out the window and watched as the snow fell rapidly onto the ground. It was still awhile before Winter actually started, but Midna always figured Autumn was over when the first snow appeared. With a soft sigh, she changed into a nightgown and climbed into bed.