Link stood at the floating piece of land the the waterfall fell from. He'd just recently discovered that he could use his clawshots to climb up here, and it was a peaceful place to think. The sounds of the water were very calming, and no one knew how to get up here.
Link took off his boots and rubbed his sore feet- it seemed like he was always running somewhere- and then rested his feet in the water. He immediately cooled off and tilted his head back, relaxed. He thought he could fall asleep when he heard a thump and a groan. He opened one eye and looked around. He saw nothing, and closed his eyes again.
Thump!
"Dear Goddess," someone moaned. Link jumped up out of the water and pulled on his hat. He unsheathed his practice sword since the Master Sword was lodged in the pedestal in the Sealed Temple, and held toward the direction of the noise. He could see nothing, so he said, "Hello?"
"Oh, Goddess," Link heard again. Link walked toward the town and leaned over the edge of the small island. Nobody was in town- everyone was in the bazaar restocking the supplies for their stores. Link had come up here because he didn't want to be around anyone today.
"Hello?" Link tried again, projecting his voice over the edge of the island.
"Help," someone moaned, their voice raspy. Link had had enough of not knowing who was crying for help and possibly not needing it. He jumped down into the water and swam to the edge to find Ghirahim laying on his stomach, blood coating the grass around him.
Link froze for a moment, trying to take in what he was seeing. Ghirahim lifted up his head and reached a hand forward. "Help me..." Link dropped his sword and stumbled forward, and then sat on his knees by Ghirhaim. "Ghirahim!" Link yelled, putting a hand on his back, "what can I do?" Ghirahim breathed raggedly and grabbed Link's thigh with strong fingers.
"I don't know what t-to do, now that... now that Demise is gone. I have no master now- I'll die!"
This made sense to Link. Some thought that Ghirahim and Fi were counterparts, and when Fi had no master anymore, she went into an endless sleep. Maybe Ghirahim would just die from it?
"I'll be your master!" Link yelled, shaking Ghirahim to try and keep him awake. "I'll be your master if you just don't die!" Ghirahim panted and rasped, "Why... Why would you do that for me?"
As Ghirahim faded in and out of consousness, he heard, "I'm... because... know... always... good!"
Link used all his strength to carry Ghirahim back to his room in the Knight Academy and laid him on the bed. Then he ran next door and bursted into Fledge's room. Fledge was writing in a book, which he immediately slammed shut and stood to face Link. "What's wrong?" Fledge asked. Link breathed heavily but tried to remain calm.
"Fledge, I need you to stand outside my room, and do not let anyone in. If you hear a noise inside, stay out!" Fledge realized the seriousness of the situation and nodded, then ran out of the room to guard Link's door.
Link ran to the bazaar and emptied his bottles on the flowers outside. With all the people inside, Link figured, Luv wouldn't notice if he stole a few potions- it was for a good reason.
He dipped his bottles into the vat of Heart Potion, and then in the vat of Stamina Potion. He carelessly tossed fifty rupees on the floor behind the counter and ran back to the academy.
He nodded to fledge who stepped aside and then ran back into his own room. Link walked inside, found Ghirahim still laying on his bed, a sheet wrapped around his bleeding chest, mumbling to himself.
"Master never cared," Ghirahim mumbled, and the he screamed at the ceiling, "he never cared!" Link wiped the sweat off Ghirahim's forehead and the tipped his head up as he cried about how his Master hated him and had taken his life right out of his chest.
Link held the back of Ghirahim's head and poured the potion in his mouth. Some of it leaked out of the corners of his white lips, but he swallowed most of it. Link kept the other bottle on the table next to him. Ghirahim stopped mumbling and he wasn't sweating as much, so Link decided he was good for now.
Exhausted, Link collapsed in the bed next to Ghirahim, not even caring that they were fighting for room. Link balanced on the very edge of the bed, and quickly fell asleep.
Ghirahim woke up when the moon was shining right in Link's window, and the air-
Wait, Link's window?
Ghirahim looked around the room and noticed that he was in Link's room at the Knight Academy. Link was snoring, balanced on the very edge of the bed, while Ghirahim took up all the room. Ghirahim felt terrible- his head was pounding, his mouth tasted terrible, and his chest felt way too tight. He looked down and saw that there was half a sheet tied around his chest, keeping the blood from getting onto Link's bed. He unwrapped the sheet and saw that he was no longer bleeding, and then he saw a bottle on the nightstand that had a few drops of red at the bottom.
Link took care of me... Ghirahim thought. He stared at the boy, who was still asleep in the same bed, and felt sad. After everything that he had done to that boy, he was still saving him.
He didn't know it, but whenever they fought, Ghirahim felt saved. He was shown fairness in that he would not fight unless Ghirhaim was armed too, and that he didn't insult him and degrade him. Ghirahim actually liked being around the boy.
Link shifted in the bed, and his hand landed on Ghirahim's leg. He gasped. "He's so warm..." Ghirahim whispered. Link moved again, so that his back was to Ghirahim, and then fell back asleep. Ghirahim laid back down, pulling the covers over both of them, and then huddled near the boy. He could feel the warmth radiating off him, even though they weren't touching. Eventually, though, Ghirahim's muscles grew tired, and he relaxed against Link. His knees touched the back of Link's, and his chest was pressed against Link's back.
Ghirahim shivered at the boy's warmth- he'd never felt anything like it. He snuggled up closer, tucking the blankets under his chin, and wound his arm over the boy. Ghirahim grabbed the edge of the bed and held onto the boy for dear life.
Link was his master now.
"Ghirahim, Ghirahim! Are you okay now?" Link whispered, shaking his arm. Ghirahim slowly blinked his eyes open, and then realized that Link was awake before him.
Ghirahim flipped out of the bed and got on his knees in front of Link. He touched his head almost to the floor and whimpered, "I'm sorry, Master. I should be awake before you. It won't happen again. I'm sorry." Link frowned at Ghirahim, then stood up out of the bed. "Did you just call me Master?"
Ghirahim nodded, his nose still touching the floor. Link's eyes widened and he slowly walked toward the nightstand, picked up the bottle of potion and mumbled, "I'm going to have to talk with Luv about this... What has gotten into you?" Link asked Ghirahim. Ghirahim spoke to the floor.
"You saved me when Demise threw me aside. If it had not been for you, I would be dead. I owe you my life, Master. I will serve you in any way possible." Link said nothing, trying to get over that. Then he suddenly felt tired again, and looked at a small square paper tacked to his wall.
"It's Saturday. You can go back to sleep." Link climbed back in the bed and patted the space next to him, arranging the covers. Ghirahim looked up at him and climbed off his hands and knees. "No, Master, I should sleep at the foot of your bed. It's only proper and-" Link waved his hand and said, "You can't sleep on the floor- the academy doesn't heat the place. Get up here."
Ghirahim wrung his hands in front of him and bit his lip. "Are you sure Master Link? It's no trouble if you want me to sleep down-" Link raised an eyebrow and pointed to the spot in the bed next to him. Ghirahim nodded and laid on the bed next to him, rigid.
Link relaxed into the bed, pulling the covers over him and Ghirahim. After a few moments of silence, Ghirahim quietly asked, "Pardon me, Master, but is there anything I can get you? Are you hungry?" Link shook his head and said, "No, thank you. Get some rest."
Ghirhaim was shocked. Since when did Masters show their slaves this kind of... of courtesy? Ghirahim was at Link's disposal, to be used for whatever he wanted. Ghirahim owed him his life. Now that the sword had been removed from his chest- that sword filled with so much hate and malice and hurt- he had no reason to hurt anyone. He didn't want to hurt anyone. He didn't feel angry anymore- he was glad to have his life. And a master.
He couldn't live without a master. Someone who would give him instructions, someone who was glad, to some extent, to have him around and found him useful. Ghirahim needed order in his life, and he only had order if he had a master.
"Relax, Ghirahim," Link said, pushing down on Ghirahim's chest, "I'm not gonna hurt you. Just get some sleep and we'll do something... tomorrow. Do you have enough room?"
Ghirahim was once again floored by the courtesy he was being shown. Demise wouldn't have cared if Ghirahim had enough room because he would've been sleeping on the floor. Link turned so he was facing Ghirahim and sighed. Ghirahim whispered 'yes' and then turned toward Link, studying his face. He didn't seem upset. Or angry. Just... tired. Ghirahim put an arm over him and pulled him closer, trying to keep his master warm. Link cracked open one eye and smirked. "Make sure you're comfortable," he said.
Ghirahim immediately pulled away. He thought this comment was sarcastic and would follow up with twenty lashings and no food for a week. However, Link just smiled and grabbed Ghirahim's arm, pulling it back over him.
"It's the only way we're going to both fit here anyway," Link said, snuggling down further into the blankets. Ghirahim watched him, positive he would suddenly open his eyes and backhand him across the face, but he didn't. His breathing eventually evened out, and he was asleep with Ghirahim's arm over him, their legs tangled up under the sheets.
Ghirahim moved his head down toward Link's chest so he could listen to his heartbeat. It reminded him that this was real and he wouldn't have to go back to Demise when he woke up. Link's steady heartbeat eventually lulled Ghirahim to sleep, and he felt safe for the first time since... ever.
Should I continue? If I did, it would just be a bunch of cute, and some not-so-cute days between them, nothing with real plot. I'm happy to listen to opinions, and ideas from others make me smile! Let's try it like this: in a review, tell me what you thought, and then, underneath that, leave no more than three words about what the next chapter should be about. These will not be consecutive days- just random days when I think it should've happened. Here's an example.
If you want a chapter about jealousy, type "Ghirahim is jealous" or "Link is jealous" and I'll take from that what I can. This way, it won't be just what one person wants. I hope you review!
I love you all!
-Paige