AN: For those of you who never played Ocarina of Time and are reading this story, Sheik is a girl. Not a guy. She's just being portrayed as a guy for the time being because Link doesn't know that yet. He's not exactly the brightest light bulb in the kitchen. So there is no shounen-ai or yaoi in here so don't get all freaked out on me about warnings, ect. This is strictly het, just like I said.

The Legend of Zelda: Twisted Futurity

A Constant Wave of Tension On Top of Broken Trust

One

Main Objectives: obtain the Hookshot

Side Quests: Pocket Egg, Piece of Heart (1), Obtain Cojiro,

Extras: Prelude of Light

How much the precious Hero of Time had changed in just seven short years. He was nowhere near the sweet child Sheik had met earlier in life. He was so full of energy, vibrating, pulsating with life. Now he was bitter for the most part, and all of his negative emotions stemmed from him being bitter. The Hero of Time was supposed to be an absolute source of pure light and goodness. This one just didn't have his heart in it. He was the total opposite of the way he was as a child.

"Time…changes people," Sheik began softly, pausing in his tracks.

Nearer to the door-the exit and entrance of the Tomb of Time, the resting place for the legendary Master Sword-Link stopped dead in his tracks, his ears twitching slightly at the burst of noise in such a vacuum of sound.`

"People grow and people change, but only over time. Change is never instantaneous; like its own flow it is gradual, and has its own pattern to follow."

"…Is there a point to this?" Link wanted to know. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Sheik reaching behind his back, as if to pull out a weapon of some sort. Link slowly reached behind him, watching his every move, his hand gripping the hilt of his Master Sword. He would have no problem slaughtering someone he didn't know; that was just someone else he didn't have to worry about.

Sheik saw the other boy's movement, but didn't hesitate in his own one bit. Slowly he pulled out a small golden lyre, the strings of which shone in the light of temple like diamonds in the sun. The lyre was magic; Link could sense it clearly from where he was standing. Slowly he relaxed his grip on his Master Sword, but he never took his hand off of it. He didn't trust anyone whose face he couldn't see.

"Let me guess," the Hyrulian muttered, turning to face Sheik completely. "The Lyre of Time. Can't you people come up with anything original?"

Sheik's eyes smirked but whether or not that smirk was reflected on his lips Link would never know. "Our changes are a result from events past and events present. You, Hero of Time, are the only one who can return to the past. With the power of the Master Sword and this song, you will be able to bend time to your will. Listen to the…"

"Say Song of Time and I'll bury you in your own entrails," Link hissed in warning.

"…The Prelude of Light," Sheik finished nonchalantly.

Slowly Sheik plucked the strings of the lyre with experienced fingers, playing the song slowly enough so Link could pick up the tune with his Elven ears and remember it. He played it twice, each note carefully differentiated from the last. By the end of the second time Link had caught on, and used his Ocarina to play the song back in perfect sequence.

"Very good," Sheik approved. "You've just learned the Prelude of Light."

"Oh happy day!" Link squealed, clapping his hands together. "Can I have a cookie??"

"…Why are you so cynical?" Sheik asked dryly, putting his lyre away in the same way as he took it out. "You were not that way as a child."

"What're you, my own personal homosexual stalker?" Link sneered, putting away his Ocarina.

"The pressure on you is great; that I understand," Sheik nodded towards the youth. "But you shouldn't take it out on other people; it's unwise."

"Well aren't you just a ball of fucking sunshine," he approved, giving the other boy a sarcastic bow.

Sheik wasn't going to goad him on any longer, lest the nasty attitude of the other boy gave him a headache. While he could understand Link's disdain and frustration on the matter, he wasn't used to it, and he wasn't going to let him effect their main objective, which was to save Hyrule. "Redeads are everywhere," Sheik warned, making his way past Link cautiously. "We must be careful; there's nowhere to hide in the marketplace. Everything is well beyond ruined."

Link followed after the boy, an amused smirk twisting those perfect lips of his. "Sounds like my kind of town."

::-:: ::-:: ::-::

The Temple of Time was no longer an attractive place. The stone steps were chipped, worn and mildewed. The building itself was no better; it seemed to have aged hundreds of years in the seven Link had been sleeping. The stones that made up the building were smooth, the corners rounded off as if they had been eroded purposely. The grass surrounding the temple had turned into sickly brown earth, the plants brittle, jagged shadows of what they once were; to touch them would shatter them to dust. Everything that had once reflected life or light was now stained and ruined by death and dark magic. Link blinked, trotting down the stairs after Sheik as if unaffected by the drastic change that had occurred in seven year's time. "Personally, I'd've gone with gray."

"You must be quiet," Sheik warned, glancing back at him. "Gannondorf's ears are everywhere."

"That is disgusting," the taller boy remarked disdainfully.

Sheik paused, staring beyond the Temple towards Hyrule Castle. He thought about telling Link that that was where Gannondorf resided, but decided against it. The Hero wasn't properly prepared, neither physically, emotionally nor mentally; he would get himself killed in a heartbeat. No, they couldn't have that. They had no time to pick out a new Hero of Time, so they'd just have to work with this one.

"Listen!" the fairy demanded suddenly, drawing both their attentions. "You're big now, so that means you can't use some of your items…"

With the reflexes of a cat her owner pulled out an empty bottle, unscrewed the top and slammed the lid onto the fairy's back cruelly, forcing her into the glass jar. He screwed on the top just as she hit the bottom, grinning rather sadistically as he watched the small creature try to scream at him, but heard nothing; apparently the jar was soundproof and magic proof. And that's exactly how he wanted it.

"You do realize she could die in there," Sheik observed as Link put away his jar.

"You do realize I could give less than a flying fuck," he shot back, giving his companion a passing glare.

"If you take an innocent life you are no better than Gannondorf," Sheik snapped, narrowing furious red eyes.

"It takes one to know one," Link answered back, his voice much calmer than the other youth's. "You all have this warped idea that it takes true goodness to fight true evil. But as you can see," the Hero gestured openly, "even light bends towards the will of the darkness."

"…Blasphemy," Sheik spat out, glaring at the other boy in pure disgust. "Pure and utter blasphemy."

"Blasphemy against who?" Link chuckled openly as he pulled out his Master Sword. He peered down the length of the blade, examining its sharpness and heft. It balanced in his hand perfectly and furthermore, it seemed to have been made especially for him. He could feel a faint thrum of power surge through his hand as he grasped the hilt more tightly, making him tingle inside. This was his blade, and probably the only good thing that had come out of being the Hero of Time so far. Finished with his examination of the blade of evil's bane, Link lowered it, and glanced at Sheik. "You didn't answer me. Blasphemy against who?"

"Blasphemy against Hyrule and all that it stands for!" Sheik spat, glaring harm at the other boy. "Hyrule is a good land, and its people are good. Hyrule is light, and light will never bow before the darkness!"

"Tell that to the people of Hyrule," Link laughed, walking out into what was left of the marketplace. "Where are they now?"

Bodies thickly covered the ground, some crouching, some standing. All of their faces were disfigured beyond repair. Their skin was brown as if it had been roasted almost to a crisp, and from where the boys stood they could tell that it would be hard to hack into them. But Link had fought them before as a child; he knew the power of the Redead. Their screams would freeze you in place, but only if you feared them. And they could suck you dry, but only if they caught you.

He would've loved to test out his new plaything but he had other business to attend to. He promised silently to be back for the Redead and rushed out of the Marketplace, with Sheik at his heels.

Once outside Link found that the whole land wasn't covered with darkness like he thought it was going to be; the purple haze of dark magic only extended to the edge of the broken gate of Hyrule castle, and no further. Turning back to the gate, he found that realization a bit odd, but before he could question it, Sheik had his ear.

"We must make haste," he advised. "We have to find the six Sages of Hyrule and the other two pieces of the Triforce before confronting Gannon."

Link admired his blade in the dull glint of the setting sun. "Why is this again?" he wanted to know.

"You have to have the Power of the Sages to seal away Gannondorf; he's become too powerful. The only way to have the Power of the Sages is to get their Medallions, which will grant you their power once they are found."

"And where do I find these Sages?" he questioned, his voice revealing his complete lack of interest.

"One in a deep forest, one on a high mountain, one under a vast lake, one within the house of the dead and one inside the Goddess of the Sand," Sheik revealed in a hushed tone. "Thus states the Legend of the Temples."

Link yawned and stretched, sheathing his sword. It'd only be fair that in order to defeat the ultimate evil he'd have to go on the ultimate quest. "So where do we start?" he wanted to know.

"The Forest Temple is closest, but the entrance is on a high ledge that cannot be reached," Sheik reported. "Unless you've got the proper tool. Follow me." Before Link could even question as to where Sheik was off like a shot, surprising Link with his speed. The Hero of Time took off after him over the bridge and up the stairs of Kakariko Village.

::-:: ::-:: ::-::

The village had really changed in seven years. The guard at the front gate was gone; so was the old man who sat beneath the tree just beyond the entrance. The Cuccos no longer wandered around freely. The town had a sort of uneasy hush over it, as if anticipating something. Even the plant life seemed unnaturally still, as if growing were a crime punishable by death. Link paused, not wanting to run through the town as he used to do as a child. Even walking, his footsteps echoed with a dead thud, as if any louder would awaken something terrible. It was like walking through a cemetery.

Sheik continued on ahead, but Link detoured into the first house he saw. He wanted to know where everyone was; seven years really took the life out of this little village. The first person he saw was a very fat lady in a very big dress. He was sure he knew her but all fat people looked alike to him, so he wasn't about to fight with himself trying to distinguish between names and faces. "Hey," he greeted her casually, leaning against the wall as if nothing were wrong with walking into someone's home uninvited.

"That damn lazy man!" she responded, her eyes crossed furiously. "I wish he'd just go get a job! I should never have invited him in for tea! I am never buying Lon Lon Milk again!"

Link blinked. Lon Lon Milk? What did that have to do with anything? And what man?

The fat lady sauntered over to the bed in the farthest corner of the room to a man dressed in blue, snoring very loudly. He had a thick mustache and his head was partially bald, plus he was talking in his sleep. As the woman began slapping the man with a pillow repeatedly, Link figured he must've been the damn lazy man she was talking about.

"Wake up you useless waste of space!" she hollered, feathers flying every which way as they escaped from the pillow he was being smacked with. "Get out of my house! You lazy bastard! Ungrateful cunt!"

Despite Link enjoying the scene before him, he knew he came into this house for a reason. "Hey, can you tell me what happened to this town?" he questioned, quite good-naturedly, all things considered.

"I will tell you whatever you want to know!" the lady hollered, "if you wake this little prick up and get him out of my house pronto!"

Link sighed, reached for the door handle, pulled the door open and walked right out. It wasn't even worth it.

Back outside, the air was starting to become crisp with the setting sun; dusk was approaching. Link turned and ran down the steps back to the central area of the town before running up the stairs on the right of the village and past the House of Skulltula. The Cucco coop of the lady who was allergic to Cuccos was still there. He was gonna run right past her and into the graveyard for some faeries to put in his bottle, but the Cucco Lady stopped him. "Hey faerie boy!" she called out, making him shudder violently. He hated to be called that.

"It's the Cucco Lady!" Navi announced through her jar. Link frowned, wondering if he could drop the jar down the well without it breaking and just leave her there to rot for all eternity. As he was running past though, the Cucco Lady caught his arm and pulled him close to her, as if to kiss him. His eyes widened slightly as he stared up at her; she was a cute little thing when he first saw her, but now she looked insane.

"You've grown," she noted, leaning down to sniff his neck gently. "You're a beautiful little boy, just like you were then." Her chest pressed into Link's making him whimper slightly. Not that he didn't want to get laid, but she was scaring him. Greatly. He tried to pull away, but her grip was like a vise; he wasn't going anywhere.

"Heh…" he swallowed, looking around for something he could run her into or possibly kill her with. "Yeah, I know." Damn it, where were all the sharp pointy objects when you needed them? "So…what've you been up to, Cucco Lady?"

Navi giggled. "I think she likes you!" she said from inside her jar.

Link flinched, feeling teeth against the soft flesh of his neck. Either that or she wanted dinner.

"I have something for you," she went on, straightening up suddenly. "I'll give it to you if you give me something in return."

The Hero blinked blankly. "…As long as it's reasonable I don't see why not," he finally concluded.

"Good." Before he knew what was happening she was dragging him into the house attached to the pen. Link had a feeling he knew what was coming.

Once inside, she slammed him up against the wall and locked the door, pressing into him frantically. "You're so young," she whispered breathlessly, one of her hands traveling between his legs shamelessly. "So…inexperienced, I bet."

Link's eyes widened as he felt her squeeze him hard. "….Lady, you'd be surprised," he told her, removing her hand from his privates slowly. "I've been having sex since I was 7."

"That's almost impossible!" she let out as a small screech.

"Hey, how do you think the Kokiri kids multiply?" he wanted to know. "They've got to screw, and they start doing it when they're 4. To them, I was a late bloomer."

"Oh…" she breathed, her lips curling into a sick grin. "In Kokiri Forest? I hear there's lots of little boys over there."

Link raised an eyebrow. "Lots of little boys…" he agreed hesitantly. "And little girls…" The Kokiri were all kids after all; none of them grew over 4 feet tall, and none of them matured past 10, no matter how old they got

"I like little boys," she admitted, her anxious hands roaming over his clothes, searching for ways to get him out of them.

Link raised the other eyebrow. She sounded hungry. "I'm…sure you do. Uh…so what's this thing you want to give me?"

"Not until after," she promised, taking off her blouse. "It's good, I promise." Then she took both of his hands and placed them over her breasts, grinning wildly as she did so. "Grope me!" she commanded anxiously.

Link eyed her suspiciously, but agreed. "…sure…" But he never even got that far.

As if she were possessed she pulled down his pants, her hands dropping between his legs once again, this time to fondle and grope him as if she had no self control whatsoever. "My GODS you're so BIG!" she squealed, forcing him to hiss at the attention she was giving him. "So big, and so…hard."

"Lady, you're nuts!" he couldn't help but exclaim, even though his body was enjoying every moment of this.

"Mommy," she corrected. "Call me mommy; all of my little children do. I swear, I want you to mount me and ride me like a stallion!"

"You do this to kids??" he grunted, his head banging against the wall in frustration of the pleasure he was getting out of this.

She giggled, using one hand to pull up her skirt, the other one pulling up the rest of his tunic. "Like I said, I just love little boys. Now, take me!" she screamed, yanking him on top of her as they fell to the floor.

If someone were to ask Link about the next 10 minutes in that house, he'd've described it as the worst sexual experience of his life. Not only was it wild, but it was random and completely unsatisfying. All of the weird things she insisted he called her-mommy, grandma, ma'am-only made it worse. She screamed too much, often hollering out things that severely disturbed the young elf, such as "Give it to mommy just how she likes it!", "You're definitely getting dessert tonight!", "You're such a good little boy!", "No one handles mommy like you do son!", and his favorite "Oh gods, not even daddy can fuck mommy like this!" He couldn't help but think there was some kind of law against this kind of sex, and if there wasn't, there should be. Plus she had to grab and slap him in the strangest places ever, especially has ass, as if she were riding him or something. As disturbing as it was, he finally finished, which was a surprise even to him.

He didn't even pause to catch his breath; he got up quickly and swore to bathe the second he got a chance. He felt dirty as all hell. He held back a shudder as she stared at him with huge cow eyes, sighing contentedly.

"Can I have my item please?" he asked once everything was in order.

She grinned deviously, pulling a small bag of rupees out of the back of her skirt and dropping them between her legs, right at the entrance of her cunt. "I'll pay you if you stay," she crooned.

Hell no. "Listen Lady, I'm in kind of a hurry," he told her matter-of-factly. "I only fucked you for the item, now where is it."

She stood up, what was left of her clothes falling to the floor shamelessly. He so wanted to gag, especially when she turned around to retrieve the item off of one of her cabinet shelves; she had the flattest ass he'd ever seen. She came back with a small egg no bigger than two of his fingers put together. "…What the hell is that?" he wanted to know.

"It's a pocket egg," she responded. "If you take care of it I'll reward you."

"Please, no more rewards," he insisted.

"No, not like that," she laughed. "I'll give you a very rare item if this egg hatches. Just bring it back to me when it hatches and then I'll give you what you really want." She leaned in to kiss him, but Link was gone before she could even open her eyes and realize it.

::-:: ::-:: ::-::

Outside, it was already dusk. Link pocketed the egg and hurried to the graveyard, cursing all the way. He had sex for an egg. Talk about rip-offs and cheap whores. He'd never tell anyone that as long as he lived.

The first gravestone he saw had flowers growing in front of it; that only meant that there were hidden secrets there. He learned that when he was younger. He traveled up the stone path and rounded the fence to the right, traveling behind the designated gravestone and pulling it back to reveal a hole. Then he jumped inside.

Landing safely, he ran to the back of the tomb, following the corridor until he came to the Faerie Fountain. "Sweet goddess of mercy!" he breathed, throwing himself head-first into the water. The Faeries giggled as they greeted him, each of them remembering him from when he was a child. But he wasn't really interested. He just wanted to get clean.

Fairie whispers are the most annoying thing in the world. They're high pitched, and they hurt your ears-if you're sensitive to that kind of thing. But these fairies were finally saying something that made sense: he was a total hottie now that he was older and man, was he fine. He grinned to himself, stripping of all his clothing. So tell him something he didn't know.

"Oh Link!" one of the fairies laughed as he began washing out his clothes. "You're polluting our fountain!"

"With what??" he grinned, spraying her with a sprinkle of water. "Beauty is never pollution." The other fairies laughed in response.

"It's going to take forever to clean out what you leave behind Link!" another fairie reported to him rather sternly.

"Like you've never cleaned up cum before," he grinned, going to the deep end of the pool to settle down. "Come on, give me a break! There's too many of you little wenches; someone's got to be giving and someone's got to be receiving. So where's all the male fairies at?"

"There are no male fairies," a regretfully familiar voice answered. "All fairies are females."

Link rolled his eyes. He thought he could relax for one second butt naked after the stunt he pulled with the Cucco Lady, but oh no. How he was being eyed by a skinny know-it-all prick. His eyes followed Sheik's line of vision to down between his legs. "What're you staring at?" the Hero asked. "I know it's bigger than yours, but we don't have to get envious of it now do we?"

Sheik rolled his eyes. "Give me an f-ing break," he muttered, glaring at the other boy with daggers in his eyes. "I'm not interested."

Link licked his lips apprehensively, meeting his glare levelly. "Sure?" he questioned, his tone easy. "Cause I can go both ways; either way I'm pluggin' a hole."

To this Sheik said nothing, so Link became uninterested fast and turned to washing his hair. "I'll be out in a minute," he promised, staring at his reflection in the water as he scrubbed out his scalp with his fingernails. Damn, he really was fine. Sheik grumbled to himself, going out into the hallway to wait for his companion. How frightfully irresponsible of the young elf to do such things and be so reckless in nature. He leaned up against the wall, sighing heavily while listening to Link talk about himself to the other fairies. He was so vain, it was almost disgusting. And his language and views were atrocious, especially sexually. He'd become a predator, and gods help them all if he were left unchecked; he'd be just as disastrous as Ganon. Maybe even more so. Still…he was pretty. Even he had a hard time not admitting that. He'd grown up into something quite desirable-how disgusting that he ran around flaunting it as if it were a right of his. It was almost a complete turn off. He reached behind him and pulled out the Hookshot and the piece of heart he obtained from the Graveyard while Link was fucking gods knows where. And/or who. He didn't even want to see the Hero of Time right now. He left them in the hallway to be found and traveled back up to the surface.

::-:: ::-:: ::-::

"So all fairies are female?" Link questioned, becoming lost in his own reflection once more. "Does that mean you girls do each other or something?"

"Link!" Navi disapproved from her bottle. "That is so horrible!"

"Hey, there's nothing to be ashamed of," the elf assured her, examining his teeth carefully in the glass surface off the fountain. "Two girls doing it is hot." It really was. He'd been exposed to enough of it to know; the little Kokiri kids were freaks if he'd ever seen them. Maybe because they didn't have anyone to answer to, but some of the sexual things that went on in that forest should never have been seen, even by inhabitants of the forest themselves.

How would you even be able to see faeries do it though? You'd need a hell of a magnifying glass for that. Link snorted, giving in to almost wicked laughter. Tiny porn. How hilariously enjoyable. But hey, faeries had needs too. Who was he to judge?

"Link, we should go," Navi said to him at length. "Sheik is waiting for us outside."

Oh right, the other faerie boy. There was something off about that guy. He was unusually flat-he had no ass, no crotch, and he smelled weird. He smelled like a woman. The lingering scent of honey and some other kind of sticky-sweet smell still hung over the room even after he was gone. What did he do, roll around in honey, dive into a bed of flowers and then put his clothes on? That would explain why they were so tight on his skin. He didn't have a problem with the way he smelled, just that he had a hard time trying to figure out why the guy was staring at his dick. If he wanted it just be a man about it and ask dammit; he'd try anything once. He was, after all, an adventurer.

"Where'd you get the egg Link?" one of the faeries giggled sweetly.

Link frowned, his horrific sexual experience coming back to him nearly a thousand-fold, causing him to shudder greatly. He stood up, pulling on his soaking wet clothes and gathering his things. He forgot he had to get rid of that egg, and since he was hungry, guess what was for dinner.

"Ladies," he addressed them as he squeezed out his hair, "thanks."

"No, thank you Link!" several voices chimed before bursting into tiny giggles.

Link grinned, making his way out into the hallway. Yeah, he had it like that.

::-:: ::-:: ::-;:

Sheik watched the moon rise over the town, the stillness of the graveyard making him eerily calm. It used to be that this kind of peace was only here at night in the graveyard of Kakariko, but now it had washed over the entire land of Hyrule. Nighttime used to be home to monsters roaming the fields, but now even the monsters wouldn't come out and play. Whispers of undead spirits played on any breeze brave enough to drift through the air. Nighttime was forbidden.

"Thanks for the present cutie."

Sheik nearly jumped out of his skin, turning to glare at the Hero who smirked back at him, great blue-gray eyes taunting him openly. Sheik smirked, rolling his eyes. He was becoming an annoyance and they weren't even together an entire day yet.

"Guess that means I have to get you something in return," he went on, sizing the other boy up. Sheik started to take a step back, but then stopped. The last thing he wanted was for Link to think that he was intimidated by his antics, so he just stood there, glaring back fearlessly. "Now let's see…" the elf muttered, taking a step forward. "What can I give you that you'll enjoy? …Oh, I know."

"Back off," Sheik growled, surprising himself with his tone.

"Or you'll what?" Link smirked, taking another step towards the young boy. "Hurt me?" Beautiful lips curled into a wicked grin as experienced fingers trailed over virgin cloth covering Sheik's trembling skin. "Promise?"

The moon cast odd shadows over his pretty face, making his eyes even more tantalizing than before. And he knew it too. He knew how deadly his beauty was, and that's what made it so unbearable. Link reached for his mask, causing his eyes to widen in disbelief. "Let's see if that face is just as pretty as those eyes."

No.

Fucking.

Way.

Sheik jumped back, landing feet first on the gravestone behind him. "You'll have to be quicker than that," he taunted unknowingly, running his fingers over his covering to make sure it was still in place.

Link grinned knowingly, shaking his head and resting a hand on his waist. "So I see."

Sheik couldn't help but admire the Hero's beautiful smile before going back to the issue at hand. "We should head towards the Lost Forest," he advised, his fingers still resting over the covering of his mouth. "We have to find the first Sage."

"Relax," he mused, strolling past the Sheikah casually. "Let me do my thing."

Sheik rolled his eyes. It was the Hero's so-called 'thing' that was going to get him into trouble.

Presently Link settled down against a tombstone, locking his hands behind his head, leaning up so that his perfect eyes had full scope of the sky. He yawned, stretched, relocked his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. He was going to sleep. Sheik sighed loudly, threatening to tug at his hair in frustration. Where the hell was his sense of urgency??

At the sound of the sigh, Link opened one eye, staring at the other boy curiously. "What's your hurry?" he wanted to know. "Hyrule ain't gettin' anymore fucked up, and the Royal Family ain't gettin' any deader."

Sheik glared hard, feeling his eyeballs strain against his sockets. "That's not even a word," he bit out, his tone thick with malice.

Link merely shrugged, then closed his eyes, nodding off. Sheik wanted to kick him in the side, but eventually his emotions wore him out, and he too settled down against the tombstone he was standing on for a night of rest.

::-:: ::-:: ::-::

Something was crawling around in his pants. He fidgeted, squeezing his eyes against the annoyance, trying to regain his peaceful state of sleep. But the crawling continued, causing Link to frown even more. He just wanted to sleep dammit; he never got enough sleep even as a kid. He rolled over onto his stomach, hopefully crushing whatever it was that was crawling around in his pants. He was too lazy to even find out what it was, but hopefully it didn't leave any presents behind.

After a few seconds the crawling stopped. Link smiled and then went right back to trying to find his happy state. If he could just have a few more hours of sleep, he'd be ready for anything. He loved sleep. He loved anything that didn't involve movement. The only exception to this was sex. But if he didn't have to move to have sex, his life would be absolutely perfect. …Well, except for the whole him being the Hero of Time thing.

Now the crawling continued, going up his back, causing him to groan. What was it with everyone and everything wanting to be underneath his clothes? Not that he could blame them, but still. Even he needed a break from being wanted and admired. Why couldn't he just have some sleep? Gods dammit, why??

The crawling stopped just at his neck. Relief settled in for all of .002 seconds before a brain-shattering rooster crow erupted into his ear. Scared out of his mind he jumped up and fell right back over onto his pretty face. The crawling went right up to his head before a shadow fell over him. Looking up he saw Sheik bent over him; when he straightened he had a tiny Cucco in his hands. It was still wet from hatching, pieces of shell stuck to its feathers.

"Congratulations," Sheik announced, running his fingers through the Cucco's feathers lightly. "It's a Cucco."

Link groaned, sitting up. Immediately he pulled out his sword to check and see if his beautiful face-the greatest treasure in all of Hyrule-was damaged. Finding none, he sighed with relief. He refused to be ugly for any reason, and that damn Cucco was about to become breakfast for putting him at risk of damaging the ultimate treasure. Link glared at the bird, who only looked back stupidly. He'd just been molested, not by a chicken, but a stupid chicken. Of all the mornings, why'd he have to wake up on this one?

Regaining his cool, Link stood up and brushed himself off, stretching his muscles and yawning loudly. Sheik watched (of course), red eyes capturing the light of the rising sun like two rubies in the middle of a desert. "Morning, beautiful," he teased, causing the other boy to glare.

Sheik huffed, turned abruptly and left, so Link followed.

Coming out of the graveyard, Link found, much to his immediate disdain that the Cucco Lady was standing right outside of her pen waiting for them. Sheik strolled over there confidently, but Link lingered back, afraid of what the Lady would ask for in exchange for the chicken. She winked at him and he resisted his urge to gag. Sheik handed her the pocket Cucco, to which the Lady grinned. "My, my, aren't you handsome?" she crooned excitedly. "And you look so young…"

Sheik merely raised an eyebrow. Link stifled a laugh and watched, wondering in the back of his mind how Sheik knew to give the pocket Cucco to the Cucco Lady. He'd ask later.

"Perhaps you should step in my office," the Lady went on suggestively, eyeing Sheik hungrily.

"Sorry," Sheik refused, his eyes dancing mischievously. "I've already got a playmate."

"Aw, too bad," the Lady pouted. "Well I'll keep my end; here's your prize!"

It was a Cucco. Another one. A blue one.

Link fell over. He'd been gypped. He should've known.

After refusing the disturbing advances of the Cucco Lady twice more, Sheik turned to head out of the village. Link watched his walk, how sleek and careful it was, like a cat on the prowl, cautious so as not to alert his prey. His scent lingered behind him, the aroma slightly exciting the Hero of Time. He smirked, coming to the conclusion that next time he advanced on the boy, he'd give him no room to say no. If nothing else, he just wanted to see if his face was as pretty as he thought it was.

"Hey gorgeous," Link spoke up, causing Sheik to glare back at him heatedly. "Mind showing me what that body can do?"

Sheik's glare hardened, making Link grin maliciously. The shorter boy stopped dead in his tracks, turning to face the taller elf staunchly. Bad move. Link strolled up to the other boy, kissing his lips over his mask tenderly, fearless in his actions. Sheik stared, eyes wide as saucers, feeling Link trail wanting fingers over the side of his face. "You know you want it," he taunted softly, eyes glistening heavily.

Sheik found himself finally, pushing Link away from him with surprising strength. "What does 'no' mean to you?" he demanded, his hard eyes reflecting cool gray-blue.

Link 'tsk'ed, turning his lips into a half-smile. "We've got to work on our communication skills," he offered to younger boy. "This is how it works: I see, I want, I take."

"Well here's how it works with me," Sheik replied, in a deadly soft voice. "You touch, you die."

Link laughed, his voice laced with evil. "Then kill me, lover, because before this day is over, I promise I'll have tasted you, if not taken you." And that was a promise the Hero was deaf on keeping.