What if there was someone out there just as sadistic and blood thirsty as Ghirahim was? What if that said person taught Ghirahim while he waited to resurrect his Master? Much like Link had his Golden Wolf in Twilight Princess; Ghirahim has his own golden wolf. Metaphorically speaking.

A/N: well, hi :3 I am going to try and write another Ghirahim fanfiction, I believe he is awesome. I mean, what other enemy can grab the master sword with two fingers and then give it back to you? ONLY ONE! Oh and I suppose slap you in the face too…that's always fun :/ This fanfic was inspired by a picture on deviantart with Ghirahim in the Sealed Grounds, I would love to link it here but I can't find it anymore! :/

Disclaimer: Nintendo owns pretty much everything…

Winter. Oh how he dreaded winter. It was the feel of it; chill creeping down your back, and no matter how hard you tried, your feet were always wet with melted snow. Don't forget how bright it always is either! Oh what a pain.

It was gently snowing and he was planning at the Sealed Grounds. In fact, leaning against the snow frosted pillar. Ghirahim was trying so hard to devise a plan to resurrect his master. Be it through a wind storm or not, he had many more years to plan to every last detail. Believe me, it would suffice. Thoughts raced through his mind on how he needed to get the Goddesses human vessel to the surface. Of course, she wasn't even born yet…

Something made the hairs on the nape of his neck prick up and it wasn't the snow falling. He called it instinct. Ghirahim had been feeling it a lot lately.

There was this odd presence of something watching him, something following his movements. Creeping up on him like the winter cold. However, he only pushed it to the back of his mind.

It would be pointless to think that someone else was actually here, He thought, trying unsuccessfully to push the thought away again.

"I mean, no one would be able to beat me. All that seem to reside here are those retched hordes of moblins. I can wipe them out with my bare hands." He sat there smugly, thinking of himself wiping out an entire civilization. "But alas, I need them to aid me. For me and my master." A callous grin spread across his lips. "Master! Oh how I yearn to set you free. So we can beget a fire across this land. Terminate this human-thought-of-beauty and rule with an iron fist!"

Little did he know he was crawling across the surface next to the Pillar, salivating at the thought of world domination. He stopped, realizing what he was doing, and stood up brushing the snow off his cape and pants.

His one pointed ear pricked at the sound of a branch breaking high above. If someone was hiding, they will rue the day I find them... and find them I will.

It was almost the thrill of the chase for him. He disappeared in a flash of diamonds and a snap of his fingers. Now he looked down to where he once sat. "Wow, you do get a pretty good view from up here," he paused taking his red cape off and flinging it towards the middle. He flicked his longer hair with his hand, "a good view of moi."

There was a stifled snicker behind him. Ghirahim's arrogance evaporated and turned back to surreptitiousness. Quickly turning around, he realized he faced a barren tree. Looking up slowly, he saw the faint trace of movement.

It was a branch. Just a tree limb moving… he thought depressively. "And I thought it was going to be a small thrill."

"You're going to have to be a better huntsman than that." A voice reaffirmed. "What? Giving up already? I thought you to be better, pity."

"Well that's reassuring. You weren't just a figment of my imagination?" He asked the wind. Ghirahim waited for the voice, ready to pinpoint which direction.

"Oh please, I am sure I was in your thoughts." The voice said slyly.

There. Ghirahim thought and quickly. in a flash of diamonds, he went there. But was only left with footprints in the snow.

"You're going to have to be quicker than that." The voice rang out, almost in song.

Ghirahim disappeared and reappeared so many times, the Sealed Grounds was covered in his tracks. "Alright! Show yourself!" He said annoyed and muttered, "for once you do I will have no mercy."

"Much like I have no mercy for these things." The voice whispered, but the sound echoed across the Grounds.

It wasn't clear to him what was flying in the air, but he knew it was red and coming closer. A heavy black sword appeared at a snap and he sliced at it when it got close enough to hit. Now two parts of a moblins head lay at his feet. Ghirahim growled, realizing the game they were playing. "If it's a matter of wits I will win. If it is a matter of strength I will also win! I am the Demon that presides over this Surface!"

The voice cackled, "Demon huh? I am beginning to wonder, fair Demon, who is the one being hunted? And who is the keen hunter?"

Ghirahim saw something red flash in the hollow of the Grounds. He was down there in seconds, but too late to see it again.

"Missing something?" The voice said cheerily and yet wickedly, it sounded so much closer. In fact it was. It rattled in his ear.

"Gah!" Ghirahim yelled in rage, his sword going behind him, but once again he was chasing after what seemed to be a spirit. "Alright! No more of your games!" He was sick of being toyed with like a lion would do to his dinner.

"You will try to attack me once I appear, but I advise you to not do so." The voice said solemnly.

A small smirk tugged at the corners of Ghirahim's lips. Oh please, as soon as you appear you'll be dead.

He saw the movement and the mysterious holder of the voice appeared. It looked rather… feminine. She was jumping down the slopes to the hollow of the Sealed Grounds, where he was. Ghirahim only waited for her to come closer, to reel her in, he suppressed the desire to lick his lips. As he would normally do in want for an epic fight.

Wait a second...is she wearing my cape?

The girl was now in the middle, noticing his look of apprehension at the cape. "Dropped it, didn't you?" She mused, tugging at it's edges, showing she owned it now.

Now. Ghirahim thought, as he launched forward, sword out ready to cut her down.

The girl laughed, expecting this, "Oh please Ghirahim." She snapped her fingers and a ring of yellow wrapped itself around him. "I specifically advised you not to attack me. Now look where you are. Caught, like a beast in its cage."

His hands rested against the yellow barrier, he growled out "So what are you going to do now?"

The girl smiled, walking towards the barrier, her hand pressed against it. "I am going to re-train you."

A/N: hehehehehe ^^ Not as long as I wanted, but I hope it got the point across! Hope you enjoyed it! But it's not done… xD