okay well… this is my au skyward sword fanfic account, i guess, and i’m going to be (slowly?) updating it and keeping it over here. it’s one of those dumb high school drama aus because those are my guilty pleasure, hehehe

i don’t really have very much else to say about this, other than i hope you enjoy it!!! if there are any questions, you are free to ask! it continues under the read more~

Link was a new student to Hylia High; he’d recently moved from Skyloft, deciding to finish his schooling in the new province. It was, he admitted, a little bit lonely without his old roommate, Fledge, or any of the other students at the academy, but there was a sense of adventure and relief that came with that. Groose wasn’t there, for one. Scratch that; that was where the majority of his relief came from, with just a small amount of relief from having a decent income and freedom. The adventure came in from barely ducking into class before the tardy bell rang, he supposed; and the adventure of trying to find his classrooms, stuck in a daze and thinking, despite architecture and lockers and crowds, that he was still in the academy, and he’d just entered his ancient literature class and not the men’s restroom. 

The bell rang as the door closed behind him, and he groaned; hopefully he could excuse his tardiness with being new still. He turned on his heel to make his way to his class, hearing a soft, sobbing noise when the bell dissipated. Class could wait; it wouldn’t make him any less tardy, anyway, and he’d have slept through it again today. He scanned the stalls, trying to find the source of the sobbing, before stopping at the end of the row to the sight of someone huddled against the far wall under the door.

“A-ar-are y-y-you o-oka-kay i-in th-the-there?”

“I’m f-fine.” The voice was obviously choked with tears, however, and he could hardly consider whoever it was to be “fine,” especially not after resumed sobbing.

“L-loo-ook,” Link cleared his throat, trying to correct his stutter, “I-I ju-just w-wa-wanna h-help. D-do y-you n-need th-the n-nur-nurse?”

“I’m fine. Don’t you,” His sentence was interrupted by a sharp sob, “have class?”

“D-don-don’t y-you?”

The stall door opened with quite a bit of force, and a tall, lithe male walked out, purple and black makeup running down his still tear-stricken face- or at least, the half that wasn’t blocked by his platinum fringe. A scowl was on his white lips, and brown eyes glowered at the shorter boy as he walked past in a quick stride.

“I don’t… need any help.” He covered his mouth to disguise another heavy breath, shaky hands pulling out a compact and wetting paper towels to fix his running mascara and eyeshadow.

“Y-yo-you s-sure?” Link couldn’t help but find himself unconvinced at the trembling hands. “Y-you c-can t-tell m-me.”

“It’s nothing.” He inhaled deeply, holding the bridge of his nose as if to cover the sniffling. “Really. Go on to class before you miss all of it, you look- and sound- like you could stand to learn a thing or two.” The snarky reply was cut in its sharpness with a rather pathetic sounding sniffle-sob, wiping his narrow nose with the crumpled paper towel in his hand.

“I-It’s n-not-not no-th-thing.”

“Please. It’s nothing because I’ve said it’s nothing, and I doubt your minuscule understanding of words would allow you to even grasp the concept of comfort.” He streaked purple under his eyes, pulling on his eyelid to keep it reasonably straight.

“O-oka-kay.” He figured it wasn’t worth arguing about, and he’d managed to speak an entire sentence without one sob or sniffle, so he must have been getting over it, at least. Given as obvious as his appearance was, he didn’t doubt that he could find him in the hallways or at lunch, regardless of his superior grade level. He would simply check up on him later in the day, he supposed. He looked back at the older student who was nearly finished reapplying his makeup, sighing as he walked out the door with just the slightest hesitation.

  —-

Surely enough, he did find him in the cafeteria during his lunch period, sitting with a rowdy and gaudily dressed crowd. A boy with messy blonde hair and rather absurd glasses, a girl with long, tied back hair, and a few others, backs to him, all dressed in reds and blues and animal prints. He shouldn’t have been so surprised that such attention-grabbing colours would be found around the boy in white, hair neatly in place over his eye and makeup perfect and not smudged in the least. No, the air of confidence exhuming his very figure was the opposite of the state he had found him in earlier, pitiful, uncomposed, Link carefully walked up to the table, met with glares and barely-hidden contempt in his direction. He wouldn’t lie and say it didn’t make him uncomfortable, but he just wanted to make sure that the older boy was okay; he could leave afterward.

“A-ar-are y-y-you fee-feeling b-bet-tter, uh, I d-don’-don’t thi-think I g-got y-your n-na-name b-but th-that’s not-t s-so im-important a-as m-much a-as-“

“Is this guy serious?” A girl in red flipped her hair back as she got a better look. “You just come up to our table and talk to our leader like some sort of nervous schoolgirl?”

“N-n-no, I-I-“

“Oh my goddess do you have a crush on Ghira?” The boy in glasses scoffed, clapping his hands together as a blush ran across Link’s face. “You do, don’t you?”

“I j-just w-want-ted t-t-“

“Ghirahim, this… this freshman has a crush on you!” A rather boyish looking girl in a blue jacket laughed.

“It-it’s n-not li-lik-like th-tha-tha-” He nearly bit his tongue as he clenched his teeth together; he wasn’t a stranger to bullying, and much preferred their words to Groose’s punches and keepaways, but he couldn’t stop his stutter from getting worse as he grew more flustered. “L-look, h-he wa-was cr-crying an-and up-ups-set ea-earli-lier a-and I ju-just w-“

“Shut up.” Ghirahim, as he was called, barked, massaging his temples with two of his fingers on either hand. “What lies are you trying to speak of, freshmeat? I was simply reapplying my makeup when you saw me, I had smudged from my loathesome physical education class.”

“O-oh?” Link stared him down, feeling more than a little bit belittled as the group- all eight or ten of them or however many there were- continued to scoff and whisper about him, and Ghirahim’s chocolate eyes glared into his. It was an unspoken, “tell them and I’ll murder you,” but he couldn’t deny the challenge. “I-I g-guess i-it w-was j-just s-some o-o-other fl-flambo-boyan-yant-t wh-whit-white ha-haired k-kid th-then! M-my m-mis-stake, d-do y-you kn-know wh-where I c-c-could f-find som-someone e-else l-like th-that? I-I’d l-like m-make s-sure h-he’s n-not-t c-cryi-crying in s-some d-dirt-ty b-bathro-room st-tall so-somewhere!”

Suddenly there were hands on his shoulders, and he felt much, much smaller than the words and insults had made him feel previously. No, this was certainly the other sort of small, he noted, as Ghirahim pushed his palms into his collarbones and glowered down at the younger boy.

“Freshmeat,” he spat, “I suggest you leave and not come back. I don’t tolerate liars kindly, you see, and,” That white fringe of hair leaned against his neck as he whispered, “if you tell anyone else of the incident it’s going to be you crying, next time.”

“F-fin-ne.” He pushed the older boy off of him and stormed off to sit at his seat again, at the corner of the cafeteria by himself. He’d accumulated quite the audience during his “fight,” he’d unfortunately come to realise as he heard the muttered whispers of the “faerie boy” and “faggot.”

Nothing new to him, he sighed, resting his head in his arms and feeling all together sleepy. It may have been a different school, but he shouldn’t have expected there to not be a fair share of bullies and pricks here, too, he thought.

“Is this seat taken?” A girl with short, blue-blonde hair asked him, tapping his shoulder lightly. “I would like to sit here if it were at all possible. In fact, I would prefer to sit, as I would like to speak to you.”

“Y-yea-yea- I-I mea-mean y-yeah y-you c-can sit-t th-there if y-you wa-want.”

“Thank you.” He nodded in response, wondering what it was that she was going to ask- “what’s wrong with you?” “why can’t you talk right?” or any of the other things he’d heard far too much and far too often.

“I see you had a bit of an altercation with my brother, Ghirahim. I take it then that you are new here? Not many people would even wish to speak to my brother out of fear what he or his group may do.”

“L-lo-look, i-if you-you’re h-here t-to c-call me-me an-n idio-idiot y-you r-really d-don’t hav-ve t-to.”

“I did not mean it in a bad way. In fact, I was hoping that you could use this courage of yours to help me reconnect with my elder brother, if you were willing.”

“Wh-why c-can’t y-you j-just t-t-talk t-to hi-him yo-yourself?”

“I’m afraid he’s cut me out of his life due to a very unfortunate series of incidents.”

“S-suck-cks.” He shrugged, leaning his forehead back against the table, looking up at her through shaggy blonde hair.

“Very much so. I take it you did not see the bruise on his neck earlier, did you?” She frowned, continuing before he could answer, “He does a very good job of hiding them, if you do not know they exist. I fear for him quite a bit. I was hoping that you could befriend him, beyond this sharp shell he hides in, and try to convince him to…” She trailed off, suddenly, and Link looked up.

“T-to wh-what?”

“Our father is a very corrupt and awful man. I was hoping that if you were to show him what it’s like to be loved, truly, and not disguised as-“

“I d-don’t l-lik-ke h-him, d-din’s f-f-fire I-I j-just m-met h-him!”

“Very well then, I apologise. I did mean it in a sense of friendship more than otherwise, but I care not which path you choose. I simply worry that my brother may not ever realise how…” She seemed stumped for a word, for a moment, “Dangerous his current situation is, living with father.”

“Wh-why d-don’t y-you c-c-call th-the co-cops?”

“It does no good; mother and I have tried, but he simply lies and says father treats him quite well. He will do anything to keep father out of trouble, legal or otherwise.”

“H-he s-see-seemed r-really up-ups-set e-earlier.” Link sighed, sitting up against his chair and pulling a hand through his hair.

“I would not doubt if our father was behind that, but you have seen him during a moment of weakness. He really is quite caring and sensitive, if you could convince him to see what is going on around him.” The strange girl laughed, patting him on the shoulder as she made her way to her next class just a little bit early. “Thank you, if you choose to help my brother, and just for listening.”

“N-no pr-problem… u-uh…” He frowned, watching her walk away before he could get her name, instead turning to look at the rowdy group at the edge of the cafeteria. Ghirahim sat with his back to the wall, and the cafeteria spread on either side of him, and Link smiled. He could hardly refuse a challenge, finding his normally sluggish self quite motivated at the thought of befriending the arrogant teenager.