You're even more of a coward than I thought!
Don't look at me with pity! Hurry up and kill me!
Some hero you are!
The things he vaguely remembered saying before he blacked out. All he recalled was a pain in his body and a sudden blow against his head. He could remember green. Not sure what was green, but he could remember the color. He could remember saying those words, though that was a bit of a blur as well. The main issue was why he said them in the first place. Why he sounded so malicious, he wondered, and why were they going to kill him. Or rather, what happened to make him urge them to do so? Perhaps he was just bluffing right then.
He stared in to darkness, slowly blinking. He didn't know. He was confused right now. He was nearly in a daze. He continued to stare off. He squint his eyes to make out a ceiling. There was a wall too. He looked around until his eyes barely caught a glimpse of a shelf. Now that he started thinking, he was on a bed as well, wasn't he? Now he wondered if this were his room or somebody else's. He looked 'down' on himself, more like on the covers on top of him, and noticed a dim light against the darkness, though not misplaced. He followed the weak beams to a small window over the side of the bed. He sat up, suddenly cringing and groaning in pain. He grabbed at where he hurt and gently ran his fingers over cloth.
Bandages? Was he wounded?
He bit his bottom lip in slight worry and turned himself on to his knees. He moved closer to the window and grabbed the ledge, peering out. The light was coming from the moon, quite lovely. It was nighttime, which explained the darkness, of course.
…Yeah, he was very fatigued, but he felt too confused to even consider going to sleep. He didn't recognize anything he saw outside and he was honestly a bit frightened by it. He sighed loudly, nearly started by his own voice. He couldn't stay awake all through the night, he silently told himself. There would be no answers and he was certain of this. In fact, there was a chance answers would come in the morning. He may have had little memory at the moment, but he still had his common sense. Maybe his memory would come back and everything would be as it was. He wanted to calm down and just go to sleep but he was so damn anxious. He crawled back down in to the bed and pulled the covers over his head. It was really warm. Hey. He focused on the warmth and nothing else. It was actually very calming and a bit therapeutic. At least, enough so that he was able to close his eyes in peace.
He felt a hand run against his head and through his hair. He moaned lightly before opening his eyes, only to shut them violently at the sudden intense light. Apparently he had fallen asleep considering it was morning, but it sure hadn't felt like it. He felt just as tired as he did last night. He rolled over on to his back and re-opened his eyes, albeit slowly this time.
"Ghirahim!"
He gasped and flailed and he turned back over on his side in haste. He curled his head in between his arms and slowly turned his head over to look up at the boy looming over him. He had blond, messy, hair that was accented quite well with oceanic blue eyes. Though he had some mud on his face and was wearing just downright pitiful clothing. Somebody didn't keep themselves well kept. He supposed he wasn't one to talk, either. He could have looked just as bad or maybe even worse.
Wait.
What did he just say?
"Ghi…ra…him…?" He echoed. He drew out every syllable to get the feel of it, yet it did not feel foreign on his tongue. What was that? A language? A word? His name, maybe?
"Oh, uh," The boy coughed, "Are you…Alright?" He asked as if he was unsure if he should even be asking. It felt a little strange and gave off a slightly awkward air.
"I'm…" Well, let's see. He ached on most of his body. He was groggy and a bit clammy. He was confused. The boy was ugly. He was scared. He didn't remember anything. "…No, I'm not alright."
The blondie gave a smile like a kid who was in trouble and scratched the back of his head. "Haha, my bad." He laughed in a faux nonchalant voice, "I really hurt you bad."
"What?"
"Huh?" The boy only looked at him like he was insane or something. He frowned and now looked as confused as the other. "You know…When we fought back there? You were all like, oh look at me I'm in final form, and we were fighting to the death?"
Now he was even more confused.
"Don't you remember, Ghirahim?" He sounded distraught.
Alas, he shook his head.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Blondie practically yelled as he stood up, "What do you remember?"
Ghirahim sighed quietly, and shook his head. "Nothing, really."
"D – Do you even know who I am?!" He asked loudly as he pointed to himself. He was getting a little too excited.
The other shook his head again.
"Oh my…How…?" He went to deep thought only to suddenly bolt upright as if he just had some mind-blowing epiphany. "When that stone hit your head!"
Feeling even more confused, Ghirahim gently rubbed his palm against his head to feel a large lump, swollen and painful.
The boy climbed on the bed and overtop of him. He moved close to him. He gazed at him. It was getting sort of weird. His stare was way too intense, like he was trying to peer deep down in to his mind and finger his soul or something. "You really don't remember?" His voice got quiet, almost a whisper, "Do you even know my name?"
"I didn't even know my own name until you said it." Ghirahim replied softly.
"Wow…" He sounded both amazed and worried. "Um…I'm Link." He introduced himself awkwardly. He couldn't blame him. It must have been such a burden to talk to somebody who didn't even remember his name.
"Uh…Link?" The other started, "Why exactly were…we fighting?" Let alone to the death.
Link smiled and opened his mouth to speak and suddenly he was having another amazing life-changing epiphany. His face switched to serious, to happy, to serious, and back to happy again, probably all in less than ten seconds. Ghirahim scooted to the backboard of the bed with a raised eyebrow, looking terrified.
"It was nothing important!" He was lying through his teeth and he knew it. "I…uh…Gotta go!"
What was that all about?
"So suddenly? Why?"
"I have something important to do." Link sidestepped to the door of the room, "I'll be back in a bit, I promise!"
"Did I say something wrong? I'm sure it's not too urgent that you have to leave right away." He sighed, "Please don't go." Not while he was still confused and had little to know answers. His curiosity was building and ready to burst. He had no memories- Did Link even consider how he felt?
Link's face turned serious again and Ghirahim twitched thinking he was going to go through that frightening expression change again. Instead he stepped back to the bed and placed a hand on his head. "Don't worry, I said I'll be back soon." He smiled warmly, "Just get some more rest, alright?"
Ghirahim wanted to say something snappy or make a smart-ass comment or even get angry. Yet, his eyes were so kind and gentle, it was hard to do so. "Fine." Though he did sound exasperated.
Link's smile grew brighter and he practically skipped to the door. "Thank you! I'll be back in a few moments!" He told him again. It almost seemed with haste, he left the room but at least quietly closed the door behind him.
Ghirahim groaned in frustration and buried himself under the covers once again, but this time to block out that damn light.
