NOTE: This maaay or may not contain SPOILERS for the game!
Heyo folks! Little GhiraFi oneshot to pass the time. It's short, but *hopefully* sweet. I may write more of this story/these two, but it just depends. I'm sorry I haven't updated my other fan fiction in a long while.
This story is assuming that Ghirahim resides in the Master Sword with Fi post-story. You know...for all shipping purposes! :D
Enjoy!
He had hated it here. It wasn't light, it was not dark. It had no grass, water, rocks, or buildings. This world inside the blade….It was the location that reminded him of his failure, and it was filling him with rage like no other. He was going mad.
The knowledge that he would be here for eternity…it drove him mad.
The only one to keep him company was the spirit of the blade herself. She had been standing quite a ways behind him, taunting him with her mere presence. Her emotionless and silent being trapped him in a whirlwind of anger.
He knew she was there. He didn't want to turn around….But he was compelled to. He wanted to. He needed to.
Her.
That damn girl.
He couldn't stop himself. He found himself charging towards her for what felt like forever. She made no reaction or movement.
He stopped directly in front of her, hands balled up into steel fists. He began swinging his arms at her in a fit of rage, landing blows across her face and directly on her stomach. She still refused to respond, holding her ground against him. She showed no sign of pain.
Soon he grew tired of this, and his violence began to cease. He grabbed the purple cloth around her torso and crouched down, finally breaking.
He had begun crying, his frustrated sobs failing complete repression.
After a short moment, gentle hand finally emerged and rested on his shoulder, immediately ceasing his actions. He snapped his head up, eyes burning with rage and tears.
"Rest," She spoke softly, her gaze shifting down to his. A kind smile made its way to her face, as one of genuine surprise made it to his.
"You have the chance, now."
He began smiling, now.
Was he going mad?