Ghirahim was alive.

After reviving his master, and quickly coming to terms that if he were to become the weapon of destruction for those demonic hands he would surely disappear from existence, he would do just that, turn to his master's blade to wield...and vanish.

He had thought that was what had happened, but nothing of the sort did.

His master had prevailed. Demise became the ruler of the new world and the Demon Lord Ghirahim was alive once more.

Ghirahim was alive.

His master no longer had any need for his weapon and cared none of what would happen to it or what it did. Ghirahim was free to do as he pleased in the dark world.

As for the Sky child, he merely lay at the victor's feet, dying in a pool of his own human blood. A gash running through his chest that would have surely killed him if not for the chainmail beneath his tunic. His body had been rendered useless, unable to even move on its own.

"What will you do with the boy?"

But Demise was already retreating from the battle field and only replied with, "I have no need for him," and stalked off without so much as looking back.

Ghirahim, as fabulously as he could, snorted at the pathetic sight of the "hero" and vanished from the scene with a snap of his fingers.

He cared none for the boy and would much rather ponder on what to do with his new found freedom.

But as he did so, surveying the withering land and scurrying creatures, he couldn't help but feel- what- pity, for the boy he'd left to die.

The sky darkened. A storm would easily make a performance.

If left where he was, the Sky child would die either by the extent of his injuries, the perhaps sudden change of his master's mind, the Bokoblins whom were too stupid... Or by a running fever.

Ghirahim, surprisingly heard himself sigh, none of which was at all dramatic, but sincere.

With a snap, he once again cast his cape upon his shoulders with an exaggerated flare and set off.

With no luck, the rain had already begun to fall from the sky in plummets and unbelievable intensity. He frowned when his eyes lay upon the drenched figure in the center of the clearing.

Flipping his hair back- which was completely useless since it only resumed its previous position- he stepped through the haze of the growing billows of wind and rain to pick at the boy and brought him into his arms.

The boy didn't so much as stir. His arms hung lifelessly by his sides and his hand, goddess knows how, still clung to the Master sword.

With great ease, the Demon took hold of the weapon into his own hands, not wanting it to turn back on him- though, he also felt the need to keep it far from anyone else.

Smirking visibly, he cast his eyes down to the defenseless boy and hummed in amusement. "I guess you're coming back with me, Sky child." The two vanished in an instant.

The Demon had landed heavily- the result of the heavy bundle in his arms- and had almost toppled over because of such. Ghirahim had stealthily returned to his grand quarters, but even with the uneven movement, freezing cold rain, and the sound of glittering chimes announcing the arrival of the Lord, the boy had yet to stir. He was almost lifeless if it weren't for his ragged breathing and irregular heartbeat.

Ghirahim took to the part of the mansion where a suitable couch and fireplace occupied the space. He placed the Master sword atop a shelf above the hearth and the frolicking flames before moving the young man to the couch in the room's center.

The demon, though, flinched slightly once the boy was settled and he had made a sound of pain.

Yet, he didn't awaken.

Now that Ghirahim no longer had anything in his clutches, he found himself leaning towards the boy to assess the situation. His clothes has been tattered and mangled in certain parts- an easy fix- but the wound made his chest look horribly mutilated. It was a miracle the boy was even breathing.

"Now, what to do first," Ghirahim stated while elegantly tracing his hand beneath his chin.

Without staring at the horrid wound, he noticed the Skychild had begun to shiver uncontrollably from the cold water his body has been subjected to.

Laughing, unamused, he stepped out of the room for items and noted to himself... To wash and dry his new carpet.

The pain. He could barely stand it, but soon enough he realized that he was alive.

Link was alive.

He could feel his thumping heart.

And his breathing- no matter how ragged- he could feel life within himself.

But, he was cold and everything was growing darker by the second. He could feel warm liquid running down his arms and soon enough, the curiosity and mixture of fear outweighed everything and drove him to open his eyes to answer his question as to what it was.

Shock and fear quickly overwhelmed everything crossing his mind. He had not expected to find himself in a bleeding mess and neither had he expected to be lying on a strange couch in an unknown place. It scared him witless, half out of his mind, half out of his logical senses. It was horrifying to wake up almost dead and in an unknown home of who knows whom.

He needed to get out.

Yes that's what Link wanted. He needed to find an escape from wherever he had been taken and he needed quick help as well.

Quietly- all too, almost, impossible- he pushed himself forward and when a cry of pain shot from his lips he smacked his hand over them. Everything hurt and ached, but he would need to keep silent in order to escape.

Raising himself to his feet he could feel his drenched clothes sloshing underneath him along with the water falling from his bangs and into his eyes. He was drenched from head to toe and had no clue as to why.

The boy placed a hand over his chest in attempt to stop the bleeding, muffling another cry of pain.

He would have made it.

He could have made it if it weren't for his clumsy feet; one stepping over the other and sending him crashing to the carpeted ground.

The only thing greatly affected- his hand had been shoved against his chest harshly, new blood flowing and an unstoppable scream surfaced.


Okay, so recently I've had a SS obsession and decided, hey, why not right about it? What could've happened if Ghirahim was still alive and Link lost. Well, here's how I saw it go down.

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Arigato!