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Summary: During his battles in Hyrule, and the problems facing Ganondorf, Link continues to have nightmares and dreams about a certain mysterious Sheikah that seems to be strewn with his past. Yaoi, M/M, anal, blah blah blah.

Writing Style:

“Speaking”

‘Thoughts/thinking to self’

(Flashback/End flashback or Dream/End Dream)

A/N: Okay people... I know in the whole game sequence Sheik is actually Zelda in disguise to hide from the evil Ganon. Your going to have to deal with it since I’m changing things up a bit and decided to make Sheik and actual person and not Zelda. In retrospect I actually don’t think Zelda was Sheik for the first few times. She just took up after him in the temple and so on. But, who cares and on with the yaoi fic.

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Chapter 1. The Dream That Started It All

(Dream)

The wind swirled this way and that, tugging the world in different directions. The trees being tossed in all directions of the four poles. The heavy breeze dipped and died and dipped again, pulling the green kokiri clothes of a young boy, a hand to his head to keep the green elfin hat he wore on.

His golden hair, like the color or a morning sun, tossed messily as the heavy void of wind swirled around him, pulling on his clothes, tossing him forward and pushing him back. His blue eyes, soft and tinted silver around the rims, shimmered as the gusts stung at his young baby blues. He stumbled as the wind pushed him again, trying his best to hold his footing.

The clouds swirled above, twisting like the funnel of a tornado above. He shivered in the cold stream of fog that rolled a rolled lifelessly across the ground, following where the wind took it. He wrapped his free hand around his waist, hoping to ward of the chill, but it barely worked. He continued to shiver, his bottom lip quivering and becoming blue.

Before him lay the darkness of a castle, the long white walls and thick wooden gate drawn up to keep out any intruders of thieves. He merely wanted a bed to sleep in for the cold night, but was unable to find one. He had hoped to enter the castle market and retreat from the cold, but the gate had already been drawn up, and he was left with only the cold tug of the freezing wind.

‘What am I going to do,’ the he thought, only to himself.

Something thumped behind him, and he jumped, holding his breath, blue eyes wide with sudden fear. He tried to swallow, but his mouth was dry and cottony, his tongue sticky and swollen in his small mouth. He clamped his eyes shut, and turned in the cold winds, his eyes opening a mere crack to focus on the hooves of a horse.

His eyes continued upward, traveling across the horses legs and higher, reaching the muscled thighs of the large grey stallion, and moving higher still. He caught sight of a leg, not at all adult, but a mere child’s foot. He scanned higher, crossing over a small abdomen and up two slender arms to a face.

He gasped, stepping back as the wind pushed him forward. The child was young, his age, or maybe a year older. His face was partially covered with a white cloth, leaving only his ruby eyes to shine down on him with innocents. He wore the emblem of a sheikah on his chest, his clothes clad blue save for his white mouthpiece and boots. His hair, a dusty blonde that looked much like the rolling sand on a beach, danced foolishly in the wind.

The boy upon the horse reached out a hand for the young Kokiri, waiting silently for any response from the young boy. The Kokiri child did not move, watching as the hand descended toward him, his breaths till caught within his chest. He did not know if this boy upon his grey horse was safe or not, but he desperately needed company, and a friend at the moment.

Shyly, the young Kokiri reached out his hand, his fingers trembling in the hefty breeze and touched the boys hand with soft fingers. Their fingers closed around one another, shyly and soft, sweet and nonthreatening. The young boy upon his horse heaved the young Kokiri upon his grey stallion, tucking the green clad boy against his chest. He slapped the reins against his horses neck and kicked into the males sides, the horse whinnying in the winds and galloping away into darkness, carrying the children along.

The Sheikah boy looked down at his shivering companion, the Kokiri child having said nothing to him since they began to ride. The small boy looked to be afraid, lost even, his blue eyes stung with tears from the cold breeze, and he looked pale, ill even.

“Young boy... young boy,” the Sheikah cried over the wind.

The Kokiri child looked up, his soft blue eyes meeting innocent crimson.

“What is your name?” the Sheikah asked, his voice muffled by the white cloth and wind.

“My... my name... Link. My name is Link,” the Kokiri child yelled, the breeze taking away his words.

“Link... I like it,” the Sheikah said, smiling softly at his young companion. “I am Sheik of the Sheikah people.”

The Kokiri, his name Link, nodded shyly to the boy carrying him, a pink hue dousing his cheeks and nose as he looked to his boot clad feet, feeling suddenly warmer than usual. This young boy, a Sheikah, his name Sheik, was so kind to him, and was just as innocent as he. He was well built for a child of only nine or ten, and looked wise beyond his years.

The horse turned, hooves clattering noisily in the mixture of wind and ghostly whistling, riding up along a well of stairs. Sheik leaned forward, holding Link tighter to his chest so the young child would not fall, knowing he was probably to numb to feel his own fingers at the moment. The horse turned and took the ground at a quick gallop, the wind being blocked by the long walls and mountain.

Link felt he horse pull to a stop, the hooves digging deep into the ground, almost tossing him over the stallions long lean head. He gasped, gripping onto the young Sheikah’s top and buried his face deep into the boys chest.

“You are safe, Link,” Sheik said softly, shaking the boys quivering shoulder.

Link lifted his head slowly, the wind much gentler here, but still as cold. He looked at his numb hands, his knuckles going white at the tight grip he held onto Sheik’s top. He blushed, releasing the young boy and jumped down from the horse, his legs tingling from their sleeping state. Sheik jumped down behind him, placing a hand gently on his shoulder.

“Are you alright?” he asked softly.

“What... oh... yes I am fine,” Link said shyly, blushing once again. “Thank you... for helping me.”

Smiling Sheik said, “I could not leave you out in the cold alone now could I.”

“You could have,” Link replied gently.

“It is not the way of the Sheikah,” Sheik said smartly.

Link smiled, following the young Sheikah with his blue orbs as the child walked toward a house, opening the door and looking back to him with those same innocent crimson eyes Link seemed to get so lost in. He shook his head of the sudden strange though and ran toward the boy.

“This is where you live,” Link gasped, entering the roomy home.

“Yes, me and my mother,” Sheik said, pulling the door closed. “My mother, her name is Impa, she is princess Zelda’s caretaker.”

“I have met your mother,” Link said with a nod, smiling at the young sheikah. “She is the one that taught my Zelda’s lullaby.”

“Then that must mean...” Sheik gasped, his crimson eyes widening, “that you are the Legendary Hero of Time.”

“I would hardly call myself a hero,” Link giggled, blushing at the notation. “I am only a child, and not a very strong one at that.”

Sheik smiled at Link’s gentle laugh, the young Kokiri blushing once again and looking at his feet like they were the most interesting things in the world. They stood in an uncomfortable silence, both looking away from one another, to shy to even stare at one another’s feet. Sheik scanned the table before realizing his young companion was probably tired.

“Would you like to sit?” Sheik asked, taking a seat himself.

“Oh, yes,” Link said happily, his eyes shimmering with relief. “Thank you very much.”

He flopped down into his seat, sighing at the loss of weight to his numb toes and placed his head lazily on the table, suddenly feeling all the weariness of his world coming crash down upon him. He groaned, rolling his head on the wooden surface of the long rectangular table.

“You must be tired,” Sheik noted, seeing the boy falling asleep before him.

“I am very tired,” Link replied honestly. “That was the reason I was out in the cold. I could not return to the Kokiri Forest since it was so far away, but the market had already drawn the gate. I only wanted a place to sleep, but I couldn’t find one.”

“Aren’t you glad I found you then,” Sheik said, smiling beneath his white scarf.

“Very glad,” Link said, giving way to his own smile.

Sheik fell silent, his face going as serious as it would let him, and slid from his seat. He walked around the table to Link, the young Kokiri also falling silent, their eyes locked and never once leaving the other. Link slid from his seat, standing before the young Sheikah boy, their eyes locked, breath ragged from the cold, cheeks warm and red.

Slowly, Sheik reached out, shyly touching Link’s cheek, his fingers running along the smooth surface of the boys soft face. His fingers trailed down to his neck, cupping the warm thumping of his vein, fingers hot against the still cold skin. Their breath seemed to become irregular, hearts racing at the sudden touch.

“You eyes... are so beautiful,” Link whispered, reaching a hand out.

Link slowly gripped the bottom of the white material covering Sheik’s face, pulling it away and dropping the white cloth on the floor. The boy was more beautiful than he thought, his face soft and pale, like any other child’s would be. The pad of his thumb ran along the bottom of Sheik’s lip, playing along the soft pink flesh, the young Sheikah blushing at the sudden contact and flattery to his crimson orbs. He smiled softly, stepping closer to the Kokiri, their bodies barely inches from one another, lips close together, their breaths touching each others cheeks.

“And you... young Kokiri... have just as beautiful eyes,” Sheik whispered.

They moved forward at the same time, lips ghosting over one another softly, their gentle breath mingling as one, coming out slow and uneven. Without an remorse, Sheik close the gap between them, their lips pressed together, moan escaping both as they backed into a corner, bodies pressed together with passion and intimacy.

Link wrapped his arms around the young Sheikah’s neck. He knew Sheik as a boy, and that he was sharing something so passionate with that boy. But he could not help it. He was drawn to the Sheikah like the Sheikah boy was drawn to him. He felt Sheik slink his arms around his waist, their bodies coming closer.

Sheik pulled their lips apart briefly, gasping for breath, eyes clouded and fogged with such passion and lust he almost moaned when Link pressed their bodies impossibly closer. He crushed his lips back to the Kokiri’s, moaning into the Link’s mouth, tongues sliding along one another and dancing intimately together. Slowly, Sheik trailed his path away from Link’s mouth, moving down the Kokiri’s jawline to the junction between his neck and shoulder, sucking on the sensitive skin.

Link moaned, his hands tangling into Sheik’s sandy hair, his eyes fluttering as he let out a shuddering breath, his body aching to be touched. He bit his bottom lip, knowing what he was doing was wrong... but it felt so right. He wanted Sheik to touch him, wanted to feel the young boy hold him and kiss him like he was doing.

All thought ceased when he felt Sheik move lower, drawing the tie holding his tunic together open and licking his pale chest. He let his hands string through Sheik’s hair, pushing the Sheikah further, wanting to feel more of that talented tongue. He flushed, his cheeks hued red, eyes half-lidded and fogged with lust.

Sheik closed his eyes, running his tongue across one perk nipple, moistening the skin around it. He latched his mouth onto the soft nub, hearing Link’s intake of breath and shuddering moan of pleasure. He nipped at the soft bud, his tongue playing along the rosy perk, enjoying the taste of the young Kokiri.

He released the nipple from his mouth, letting his cool breath run across the tight nipple, another gentle gasp escaping from above as Link gripped Sheik’s hair tighter. The Sheikah moved to his second target, giving the twin nipple the same treatment as the last, his tongue sliding over, across and along the bud with talent and gentleness.

He released the second nipple, the bud just as red and perk as the other. He stood back up and pressed his lips wantonly to Link’s, wanting to feel the Kokiri’s mouth against his. He wrapped his arms around the Hero’s dedicate waist and pulled him away from the wall, their legs tangling together. They collapsed onto the soft plush bed together, bodies pressing close together, their erections driving against one another in their concealed fabrics.

Link gasped, his eyes going wide as he felt Sheik’s member rub along the length of his own. He had expected the young Sheikah to be big but... not that big. He looked down at the flushed boy that now lay beneath him, arms still wrapped around one another. He looked down at the bulge in the sandy boys pants, reaching down and pushing away the concealing fabric.

His eyes went even wider at the sight as he watched the erection release, standing up to it’s full potential, twitching with the want to be touched. Link blushed at the sight as he reached out a shaky hands and touched the tip of Sheik’s shaft. He heard Sheik gasp at the touch, low moan escaping the Sheikah as he bucked involuntarily into the Kokiri’s hand.

“Is it okay if I...” Link asked shyly, letting his sentence drop away.

Sheik nodded slowly, his face burning with a heavy blush as the Kokiri child placed his legs on either side of Sheiks’ small body and leaned down, his tongue touching gently to the tip of Sheikah’s erection. He moaned slowly at the contact, trying to buck his hips but found them immobilized by a small hand holding his waist. Link’s other hand wrapped around the base of Sheik’s shaft, his fingers ticking the two testicles.

Sheik moaned loudly when he felt Link’s mouth take him fully, the young boys amazing mouth warm and moist around his engorged shaft. He shivered at the contact and opened his eyes slowly, suddenly realizing Link was positioned above him perfectly. He reached up a shaky hand and touched the bulge in the boys white slacks, pushing the pad of his thumb into the thick erection.

“Sheik,” Link gasped, releasing the Sheikah’s erection to breath out his name.

The young Sheikah said nothing, sliding Link’s slacks down and watching as the shaft of the boy sucking him stood erect in front of his face. He bushed gently and wrapped a hand around the base, licking the tip gently. He felt Link moan again his own erection and took the boy fully into his mouth, his tongue dancing around the head and sliding down up further with his mouth.

They moved together, sliding along one anothers’ erections, making the other moan with such pleasure and want. Link quickened his pace, sucking hard and creating a vacuum in his mouth. He felt Sheik moan against his erection and groaned at the contact, enjoying the feeling of his body being pleasured.

“Link... oh Goddesses... I’m going to... Nnnn,” Sheik panted.

He gasped, his bucking forward as his seed was shot into the hot wet caverns of the Kokiri boys mouth. He pulled Link’s erection back into his mouth as he whimpered with his release and sucked hard. He felt Link swallow him and gasp as he released Sheik’s limping erection and his own seed was released, splashing down the Sheikah’s throat.

They panted together, bodies trembling with their sudden passionate explosion. Link rolled of off the Sheikah boy, his body still feeling aroused and hot. He could feel seat on his brow and bit down on his lip as another sultry moan dared to escape passed his lips. He felt the bed move and looked down to see Sheik sitting up. He expected the boy to leave him, walk away embarrassed like he wanted to do. He hadn’t expected the young Sheikah to lean down across his body and press their lips together passionately, to feel Sheik’s tongue within his mouth once again and their shafts to be rubbing nude together.

“That was amazing,” Sheik panted, parting their lips only briefly to speak.

“Yes... it was...” Link gasped between kisses.

Sheik slowly slid his hand down across Link’s thigh and around to his backside. He teased the rim of muscles at the Kokiri boys entrance, sliding a sweaty finger inside. He felt Link tense and tighten around him, the sudden intrusion odd. He leaned down and kissed the boy gently, their tongues dipping together and parting again. Sheik slowly added a second finger, followed closely by a third.

Link felt odd, his body being stretched painfully. He whimpered, clenching around the fingers, wanting them out. He gripped Sheik’s shoulders tightly, biting down on his bottom lip to stifle a cry. He felt Sheik’s lips on his and opened his eyes slowly to meet soft crimson red ones.

“It will get better,” Sheik whispered.

“Are you sure?” Link asked shyly.

“If it will feel as good as what we just did, then yes,” Sheik said with a nod.

Truth to be told, the child Sheikah had no idea if it would feel good or not. He was merely going with his instincts... and his instincts were telling him to prepare the Kokiri child before they decided to go any farther. He pressed his fingers within the body below him, feeling the boy relax around his three digits. He brushed against something within Link, making the Kokiri gasp and moan with pleasure.

Sheik pressed against that spot again, Link letting out a cry of pleasure as stars began to burst uncontrollably behind his blue orbs. He shuddered with want once again, his body becoming aroused for a second time, his erection pushing against Sheik’s belly. He wrapped his arms tightly around the Sheik’s neck and pulled him down into a passionate kiss.

Link didn’t even notice when Sheik removed his fingers. Nor did he notice when the Sheikah positioned before him. He didn’t notice this until he felt something large than those three fingers push against his entrance, demanding to be let in. He gasped... and everything became a blur....

(End Dream)

Link shot up, his body coated in sweat, the fire he built burning away to nothing but hot embers. His ran a hand across his brow, his older body heaving for breath. He had been having the same dream over and over again for the past week. Every time he would get to the same place, and every time he would wake up panting and feeling very aroused.

He rubbed a hand through his sticky hair, his sweat coating his fingers. He looked down at his green Kokiri hat, Navi asleep within, her small glow shining through the fabric and the arch fo her wings and body mapping out where she slept. He had woken her up the first few times when he had had the dream, and she hold told him it was nothing more.

He wanted to wake her again, but he knew she would only be annoyed with him. He would have to deal with it on his own. He sighed and flopped back down onto his bed roll, groaning at the tightness in his slacks. He looked to his hat again, making sure he heard Navi’s gentle breathing that she was sill asleep, and pushed his hand beneath his pants, his fingers running along the length of his erection.

He moaned at the touch, his calloused fingers wrapping tightly around the thickness of his length and pumped, drawing out gasps and moan from his own body. He bit down on the back of his free had to stop himself from screaming his pleasure as he pumped faster, feeling his body coming to it’s release.

He had only been an adult for two days and hadn’t even gone to the first temple at the moment. He had woken up beside the empty pedestal and found that he now held the master sword with him. Raru, the sage that had woken him, said he had to go to the first temple, the one his old friend, Saria, was in. He had also explained that he need go to Kakariko village and collect a treasure from Dampe, the grave keeper.

Link arched his hips into his hand and bit hard on the back of his wrist as he came into against his squeezing palm. His body slumped back onto his bed roll, erection limping away once again. He sighed, pulling his hand from his pants and looking at the sticky semen stuck to his fingers. He licked the tip of one digit, and then began to suck on it, the image of that young Sheikah returning to him mind.

‘Was he really real?’ Link wondered.

He rolled back over, sighing to himself and closed his eyes, suddenly feeling very tired from his earlier masturbation and fell asleep with the thought still ringing in his head.

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“Link... Link... Hey, get up we need to get going, Link...”

The young seventeen-year-old hero of time groaned, rolling over onto his back and looked up at the ball of light that fluttered above him. He furrowed his brow at her and swatted her away. She gasped and flew higher, the golden light that shimmered around her tinting red with her rising anger.

“You are so lazy,” she grouched in her soft feminine voice.

“Okay, okay,” Link mumbled. “I’m up.”

“Good,” Navi said, fluttering around happily. “We need to get to Kokiri forest and release the sage.”

The young Hero sat up, his golden hair a mess. He rubbed a hand through it and smiled at the small fairy that floated around him. When from a distance she looked only to be a ball of energy or light, but when she came up close, you could see the definite outline of the small fairy girl that floated within the amazing ball of silver light.

Link reached under his belt and pulled out the hookshot he had preciously won from Dampe. He was shocked to see that the graveyard digger had died, but took it as a sign that it was the ever-changing darkness that the world was plunged into. No one had expected Ganondorf, king of the Gerudo thieves, to turn on the king. No one except Zelda, of course. She had been right about the dark mans ways, and was forced to flee from the castle with Impa, her caretaker.

That was at the time Link began to have foggy memories... and the dreams began only shortly after. He held out the hookshot, aiming it at two apples that hun within the tree not far away and shot, the long hook extending outward and piercing the two red fruits.

The hook returned, carrying with it the two red apples. He removed them from the hook and handed one to Navi, the young fairy smiling and ripping of a piece of the delectable juicy fruit. Link bit into his own, standing up and rolling up his bed. He held it out to Navi, who tapped against ti and shrunk the material small. Link smiled at her and tucked it away into his shirt.

“Ready to go?” He asked through a bite of his apple.

Navi floated up to him carrying a piece of apple in her small hands, though Link culd not see her hands through the light she emitted.

“I’m ready,” she said. “Let’s go.”

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Link cleared the tunnels of fallen logs in the late noon, moving aside thick vines and branches that hung in his way. He groaned as an extremely heavy branch fell in his face, having to push the thick mass of wooden branch away and cut through it with the sharp side of the master sword. He panted as he cleared the last of the roots, having caught his foot deep within the thick mass of moss and vines that scattered the ground.

He finally got a clear view of his once beautiful homes, boko baba’s and thick snapping plants with large weed-like mouths standing about. They looked still, but were far from it. He glared at them, holding the master sword at the ready, walking forward slowly. A large vine drilled up from the ground, shooting out at him. He turned quickly, his sword cutting through the thick vine, the pieces falling limply to the ground.

“Come on, Link,” Navi said, emerging from within his hat. “We need to get to the woods.”

“Alright.”

He sheathed his sword and ran toward the entrance of the dark wooded forest. He knew it was easy to become lost within the many trees and dark tunnels, but his heart rested with finding the sage, and the song his dear friend Saria had taught him only seven years ago when he was a mere child. He did not know why he had grown big, when all the children were meant to stay small, but he was sure he would find out sooner rather than later.

He moved through the darkness of the lost woods, listening to the gentle musical notes he had learned so long ago. The song was from his dearest of friends, Saria, and was called Saria’s Song after her beautiful tune. He looked left, and then right, and finally straight ahead, the three tunnels standing threateningly before him. He furrowed his brow, the song seeming to come from every which direction.

‘Now where?’ he wondered.

A shadow from the corner of his eyes caught his attention and he turned, following it. He moved through the dark tunnel of the hollowed out tree. He came to an innocent clearing, a pond in front of him, two tunnels leading either left or right. He caught sight of green and looked down, the face of his once famous rival, Mido, standing before him with the sternest of stern faces.

“What are you doing here Hylian?” he asked in a gruff voice.

Link looked taken aback. “I am here to destroy that which is within the Forest Temple that lay beyond within the sacred meadow.”

Mido snorted.

“Will you let me through?” Link asked, staring down at the boy child he had once found to be such a threat.

“Only those who know Saria’s song is allowed beyond,” Mido barked. “She asked my to make sure no one but those who knew her song was able to enter.”

Link looked down at the young child before him and pulled out his ocarina, placing the musical instrument to his mouth. He blew gently, the notes coming out smooth and melodiously like they always had. He closed his eyes as the familiar tune drifted into his ears and danced across his mind, reminding him of his young green-haired, soft-eyes friend he once loved and knew so well.

He played the last note long and meaningful, letting the song drift away into the woods beyond and bounce and echo through the tress. He opened his eyes slowly, staring down upon Mido with the kindest of eyes. The young Kokiri looked amazed and stunned, mouth agape as he let out a slow sigh.

“You know... Saria’s Song,” Mido gasped.

“I do,” Link said with a smile and a nod.

‘I don’t know... should I let him pass,’ Mido thought. He looked up at the elder Link, wondering who the stranger was. “You may pass.”

Mido moved aside, still unsure of himself as he watched the older form of the once young Link nod to him and walk by, the young Kokiri staring after him, seeing the faint image of the Link he once knew, but knowing it could not be the Link he knew. The Link he knew was a Kokiri and but a child. This man he saw was older, a teenager. No Kokiri grew up, which meant that the man that walked by, was not who he knew once so long ago.

Link walked through the rest of the forest slow, smiling to himself as the mysterious melody Saria taught him still echoed in the long winding woods. Somehow, she was able to speak to him through the song, making it such a mystery. He did not care much, only caring that he was able to hear his friends young voice at times when he wanted to, or needed her wise guidance.

He cleared the maze with some difficulty, being drawn into battle by the battle hogs that stood within the pathway of the small maze. He was finally able to clear through the maze and made his way up the short staircase and into the scared wood.

He stopped, the spot where his Kokiri friend once sat now bare. His eyes softened as he walked toward it, stepping over the platform in the middle to stand at the stump Saria once sat on. He sighed, sitting down on the small stump and leaned again his knees, holding out the ocarina Zelda had thrown into the mote surrounding Hyrule’s bazaar and castle.

Something landed with a thump to his side and he jumped up, drawing the master sword from his sheath and holding it out for the intruder to see. His eyes fell upon the crimson colour he had seen in his dream and he gasped, stepping back into the stump and tripping over it, only to fall onto his backside and knock his breath from his body.

He coughed, the sword lying beside him, the man standing before him, his shadow casting down across Link’s muscled body. The sheikah male reached out a hand, waiting for Link to take it. He did without hesitation, allowing the clad man pull him to his feet.

“Hope you aren’t injured, Hero of Time,” the Sheikah said with an amused voice.

“You startled me,” Link said, brushing down his tunic and slacks.

The Sheikah backed away a few steps, his eyes moving down the figure of the hero and back up again to stare deep into confused pools of blue. He let his eyes flutter at the sight of the Hylian saviour and pulled out a golden harp.

“I am Sheik, of the Sheikah people,” Sheik said, hand resting on the strings of his harp. “I am here to teach you the melody that will bring you back to this spot whenever you feel.”

“I know who you are,” Link whispered.

Sheik stayed silent, unable to speak.

“I have seen you... in my dreams,” Link continued, casting his eyes down. “But... my dreams are so vivid... so real.”

He looked up, staring into those captivating pools of crimson and found himself getting lost within their mysterious depth. He wondered what Sheik now looked like being much older now. He had only seen the man as a child in his dreams, but now he was older, and much more built.

“You say we have met,” Sheik finally replied.

“Yes... we have met,” Link whispered.

“I do not remember,” Sheik said casually. “When did we meet?”

“We were only children. We were young, nine or ten,” Link said, sheathing the master sword and pulling out his ocarina. “You helped me when I was cold and lost.”

Sheik blinked. “I did...”

“You did,” Link mumbled.

They fell silent.

“That was more than seven years ago,” Sheik finally said. “I would not remember...”

“Oh,” was all Link could say.

Sheik felt the battle raging within him. He wanted to touch Link like he had those seven years ago, to smile at the Kokiri child. He couldn’t, he wouldn’t. His heart sunk at the thought, seeing the saddened face of the Hylian born Kokiri raised child sink even farther into sadness at every word that the Sheikah spoke.

“I am sorry that I...”

“Don’t say it,” Link yelled, tossing his head to the side, a tear sprinkling into the misted woods. “Don’t say your sorry...”

“Why?” Sheik whispered.

“I don’t want to know that your sorry for not knowing... or forgetting,” Link said, holding back the tears that were consuming him. “They’re just dreams... nothing more.”

“Link I....”

“Teach me the song,” Link snapped, holding up his ocarina. “Teach me the melody I must know so I can destroy the beast within this temple and move on to the next.”

“Yes... of course,” Sheik whispered, feeling his won tears well within him.

He strummed his fingers along the length of his strings, letting out a soft hum. He began to pluck each string individually, Link moving along with him, playing the notes as he did. They both watched one another, before their eyes fluttered closed, and they lost themselves to the music, playing together as one... like that day... seven years ago.

They both stopped, the memories flooding within them. They looked at one another, unable to speak what they wished. Link held his position, watching as Sheik pulled a Deku nut from beneath his white cloth that protected hi mouth and threw it to the ground. Link covered his eyes at the blinding flash and looked away.

The bright flash dissipated and he looked back to where Sheik once stood, the spot now completely bare. He felt his hands trembling at his sides as the tears spilled uncontrollably down his cheeks. He did not make a sound, did not let out his cry of anguish... he just stood, watching the spot he had seen the man he felt he loved.

Without a word he turned toward the temple and held out the hookshot, aiming it at the branch above and released the long chain. It caught the tree and pulled him up, making him land softly on the ground below him. He looked into the darkness of the temple entrance and took in a shaky breath, ready to battle what was ahead, and leave the past behind him for a change.

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A/N: Welp, first chapter complete and very... very long. Hope you guys enjoy and please please please review for me so I can either continue or delete it if no one likes it. I noticed no one really writes fics in the game section and wanted to start one myself... and my friend dared me to, so I did. Remember to R&R... oh and for those who like to flame... don’t... you’ll only be ignored for your insolence.