Fan Fiction ❯ Being a Hero's not all it's cracked up to be ❯ Intro: Duh, its introducing something ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: I know the story of Legend of Zelda and have played four different versions in diff. gaming systems (although I've only beaten two) plus I think Link could be so much cooler than he is now, so I decided to write this fic, my first ever and be nice because I have no confidence in my writing skills. (I'm dedicating this fic to my friend Tareva, are you happy now?)

Disclaimer: I don't own any Legend of Zelda characters, but all the OC's are mine and they'll obviously be OCs

Intro:

The scenery is of a river surrounded on three sides by cliffs and the only way out is through a pass on the embankment. A waterfall is heard and seen on the cliff opposite the pass. A rip appears on the embankment in midair, it looks like a star-filled gash. All of a sudden, out jumps a tall, beautiful, tanned redhead dressed in white balloon pants, red tube top, (is it red?) and white vest. Her yellow eyes scan the area and she sighs as the rip closes behind her.

"Why does he always send me after this fucking warrior?!"

Nabooru was thoroughly pissed at Ganondorf for sending her, over and over, after the mysterious warrior who opposed him.

"Jeez, I see one pretty face and Ganondorf has got me chasin tail cuz I'm the only one who got a good look."

And what a look it was, she had to admit, that look was worth all the extra work. She was pissed for the fact that she had recently acquired a new "pet" from among the throng of unfortunate slaves that belonged to Ganon, a handsome blonde with an exceptional body and sky blue eyes. She smiled thinking on his performance, longing to return to enjoy him again . . . and again.

Nabooru walked to the canyon wall opposite of the river and sat down.

"Might as well sleep since that bastard told me not to come back without this kid, hope he stabs himself with that big-ass sword he's got." She muttered as she pictured the idiot with a sword through his chest and felt much better, settling into a comfortable position to nap.

She woke with a start as something sounding suspiciously like "banzai" was heard in the direction of the waterfall. Looking towards the sound she saw a red blur disappear beneath the water. Making her way quietly to the riverside in the shadows by the cliff wall, she got there in time to see a red head of hair break the surface.

MY GOD! She thought one look wasn't enough, this was possibly the single most gorgeous creature she had ever seen! No wonder this ones never been caught, just a kid really, noone would have thought it possible that the amazing Rogue was barely an adult.

The subject of her thoughts was about an inch shorter than Nabooru with waist length red hair with so many colors and highlights it looked like living flame, green eyes so brilliant and bright they seemed to contain their own inner fire, and THE most perfect body possible. The figure before her could'nt be any older than 16 years old but was slender yet perfectly muscled with a deep tan. Nabooru was reminded of a cat by watching the sinuous and sensual movements. There was no doubt the Rogue was "well endowed" and she could'nt help but notice that the body before her seemed to be the perfect blend of soft and hard lines, with a straight nose and a soft yet strong jawline.Then Nabooru noticed the darker shades splotched on the tan and blood dripping from the hairline, now covering an entire half of that perfect face. There were small cuts and gashes everywhere as well as bruises so bad they were starting to turn a nasty shade of purplish-green. Nabooru shuddered in disgust and anger toward the injuries marring the perfection of this . . . "god" in front of her. Said god was alternately growling and whimpering, now standing in waist deep water, while gently inspecting each wound and bruise. The Rogue seemed to finally notice the blood flowing freely from the scalp wound, and decided to bend forward and pull all that fiery hair forward, plunging only head, into the water.

Nabooru suppressed a surprised gasp at seeing the scar that swept from right shoulder to left hip, it was thick so it must have spanned most of the back and seemed to have been quite deep.

The warrior resurfaced to start inspecting chest wounds and started to mutter in a gruff but low voice so Nabooru only caught a piece: " . . . Angel's gonna be pissed when she sees my mangled corpse . . . OH CRAP! . . . bruises everywhere . . . can't use the hot springs for a while . . . gonna kill me for not telling any way . . . I just can't win." She felt a pang of jealousy as she thought who this Angel person might be and how they could have the honor of seeing all that perfection on a regular basis, and sighed with longing as the Rogue continued inspecting the wounds. Suddenly, as if hearing the sigh, the Rogue brought that green gaze up to stare into the shadows, directly at her!

This took fer friggin ever to write! Have you ever tried to write while holding a screaming baby?! Do you?! Anywho, how was it? Will not continue without a review, so its your call. I'm SO weird, I dunno why I made it this way. I honestly don't.