Summary: Ganondorf finds himself fascinated by the newest female Smasher. And she seems to not be repulsed by him. How... interesting.

Pairings: Ganondorf/Bayonetta. Ganondorf and Bowser friendship.


She… interested him. Yes that was the word. She was interesting. Few could claim to be such in Ganondorf's eyes, but she was. There were, of course, her obvious physical assets, but that held little interest for the King of Demons. He had lived long enough to know that the fairest of beings can be the darkest, while the most physical repulsive can be the most wonderful. He cared nothing for physical beauty, though it didn't hurt her case.

She claimed to be a witch, but she was very different from the witches of his world. Most witches from his world consorted with dark forces, and that took a terrible toll on their bodies, withering them and rotting them before the grave. Ganondorf himself would have succumbed to such a thing had it not been for the healing power of the Triforce. In addition her fighting style is bizarre, using her very clothing as a weapon in addition to her guns. She is not a hard hitter, but she is fast and relentless, two things he can greatly admire.

Their first interaction is as strange as she is. She, Bayonetta, had just finished her introductory fight against Captain Falcon, someone Ganondorf could not stand in the least. He was quite pleased when she soundly defeated him by a staggering four K.O's.

As he was leaving the viewing room, he had no interest in Cloud's debut fight against Ike, (yet another blonde-haired and blue eyed goody-two shoes. Was all of Link's extended family invited or something?) she sidled up to him. "Ah, hello there. Leaving so soon?" she asked in a husky voice he supposed was intended to be seductive, but he was above such things.

"Aye." He says simply. His voice is a bit hoarse and rough from disuse.

"Ooh, the tough guy act. I simply adore that one." She says, smirking at him over her glasses. "You don't have a very flattering reputation around here Ganondorf of the Gerudo."

"Am I supposed to care for the opinions of a circus menagerie?" he asks, slightly sarcastic. To be honest he is surprised that he is still talking to her. He considered very few worthy of speaking to, and he knew nothing about this so-called witch.

She releases a giggle belonging more to a schoolgirl than a witch, in his opinion at least. "Oh I couldn't have said it better myself warlock. This place certainly does have an abundance of sideshow freaks." She smirked. "I suppose you care for them about as little as they care for you." It's a statement, not a question, and he takes it in stride. Mainly because it's true.

"Aye." He says once again.

She smirks at him, and it's downright predatory. "We seem to think alike, warlock. Maybe we should… get to know each other." She suggests, sidling up close to him. His only response is a raised eyebrow. He still finds it strange, a woman being so bold. True the Gerudo women were bold, but he had thought them the exception to the rule, till he had come here and met the likes of Samus Aran.

Abruptly, she pulls away and flips her hair. "But, it will have to wait. Ta-ta!" she says, and struts away, waving her hips sensually. She leaves, and Ganondorf finds himself confused and a bit aroused by the witch despite himself. After a moment, it dawns on him. She was inviting him to a game, a game of wits and information. A Game of Shadows. She was challenging him, and she was not intending to play fair.

He chuckles to himself, a deep and rumbling sound. "Well, well. Two can play at this game, witch." He said, a devilish smile on his lips. He wasn't the King of Demons and the Bearer of Power for nothing, after all.


"Hey there ugly." Said Bowser, lumbering up to join Ganondorf at the bar. Bowser was the only one in Smash Mansion that Ganondorf could honestly call friend. They were villains alike, bad to the bone, and they had bonded over that simple fact. The main difference between them was that No one really took Bowser seriously. They were afraid to death of Ganondorf.

"Bowser." He says simply, and takes another sip of his wine.

"Heard ya been taking an interest in the new chick, Bayonetta." He said, plopping down beside Ganondorf and ordering a beer to the Mii manning the bar. "All I can say is, good eye buddy. That is one piece of ass I would nail in an instant." He says with a laugh.

Ganondorf gives a small smile at Bowser's crassness. Bowser is a simple being, and he could never truly explain the intricacies of the game he now played with Bayonetta. Bowser was a creature of brute force, Ganondorf was a chess player if anything. He carefully assessed things, analyzed them, and never made a move until he was certain it would benefit him.

Of the game, it was slow going. The people of the Mansion knew very little about the newcomer, and what they did know came from the witch herself. Most of it was probably lies to throw him off the trail of who she was. Ganondorf had been consulting many of his underworld contacts, discerning information about this, Bayonetta. That didn't matter to him though, he relished the challenge.

From what he had found, Bayonetta was a fearsome and powerful sorceress. A sassy mouth and a sadistic streak. Just the kind of woman he could get behind.

Bowser's beer came in a great stein almost as big as Villager. The dragon-turtle took a long drink of it before speaking again. "So what's up with her? Ya planning on getting a date? Didn't think of you as the type to, you know, have social interactions with people." Said Bowser with a large and toothy grin.

Ganondorf smirks. He is feeling loosened by the wine, the enjoyable feeling of not quite being drunk and not quite being sober. "I am not sure, old friend. That is one of the enjoyments of the game she and I now play. Neither of us know the endgame." He said, a familiar expectant grin coming over him. He is enjoying himself immensely. The witch has made his life much more interesting.

Bowser groans. "Oh Gods, more of that intrigue crap. I don't have the stomach for it." He hops off the bar stool. "Come on. That new kid Little Mac has been talking trash about us old timers. I've been meaning to show him what happens when you talk down about the two most badass mothers this side of Nintendo." Said Bowser with his confident grin. "How about you and I teach the punk some manners?" suggested the Koopa King.

Ganondorf smirks and downs the last of his wine. "Very well." He says, setting down his glass. He's about to stand to join Bowser who is lumbering off to challenge Little Mac when a familiar dainty hand takes his glass. He looks up in honest to Din surprise to see the witch winking at him. She disguised herself, somehow, as the Mii working the bar.

In a flash she's gone, but not without blowing him a kiss. She had heard everything. He looks down to see that she'd left a note. It read 'Wouldn't mind a date big man.' He smiles to himself. Oh she is good.


It's the last match of the tourney, and Ganondorf had done what he did best. He had absolutely decimated his competition, one by one, using his raw power and strength. He relished it. The feeling of bloodlust, the surge of excitement, and the thrill of battle. Intrigue was one thing, but he loved the raw release of power through his veins.

He was pleased to find that his final opponent was the witch with whom he had been dueling wits the past few months. He had learned much about her, and she about him no doubt. He had enjoyed it, this dance, but now it was time to measure their strength of arms. For here, in the arena, there was nothing. No intrigue, no plays, no dancing. Just the raw release of power, and the pounding of blood through ones ears.

He walks into the arena in his full glory. His armor is shined, his cape billows in the wind, and his power burns around him in a red and purple aura. He has let his hair loose for this battle, and his flaming orange mane burns like fire. He inspires fear, and he loves it.

She is not intimidated. Bayonetta front-flips into the arena, landing effortlessly on the ground, a saucy grin on her face. "Well, well. Look who's here. Aren't you going to go easy on little old me?" she asks in a playful tone.

Ganondorf lets out a hearty laugh at that one. "You? Never." He proclaims, the thrill of battle making him more than a little crazy.

"Hmm, good." I was worried you were like the other idiot men here. But you're an interesting one, King of Demons." She says, her hands on her hips. "I like interesting." She says, drawing her pistols.

"As do I. And you are most fascinating, Umbra Witch." He smirks.

"Oh, perhaps we should discuss this later tonight? Loser buys drinks Ganondorf?" she asked, dropping into her battle stance.

Ganondorf gives another wild smile and flares his power around him. "Aye, Bayonetta." He says as the match begins.