((So I am the lone shipper of GhiraxVaati. The only one. Because of this I have dedicated an entire tale to this pairing! Well it won't be only about the pairing, it has a plot to it with the ship mixed in. This is my first time writing a full story of any kind, so this is gonna be interesting. For those who are wondering, this story takes place between Minish Cap and 4 Swords.))
Warnings: Yaoi, Adult themes. May change the story to an M-Rating at a later date. You have been warned.))
Light flooded into the ancient tomb which had not been opened for countless seasons as a Hylian guard pushed open the stone door with ease. Lighting a candle he stepped into the crypt as a damp, musty scent filled his nostrils. Snapping his fingers with a grin, a whirlwind of monochrome diamonds surrounded him, eventually dissipating to reveal the figure of Lord Ghirahim. He was pale skinned and tall, giving him an almost sickly look at first. His milky white hair flopped over one eye, the other eye having purple makeup around it to give it a sunken in look. He wore a white leotard and white gloves which both had diamond shaped holes cut into the fabric. The leotard was held in place by a yellow fabric sash which had a large gemstone as a belt buckle.
He smirked, It had been all too easy to get into the crypt. Use an illusion spell, take the place of one tomb guard, slice the throat of the other guard, and bam- he was in. Hyrule didn't exactly earn the best security award.
Ghirahim's dark eyes lit up as he spotted the relic he had come all this way for. A masterfully crafted sword made out of smooth, pale steel, the hilt was wrapped in fine leather which widened at the end into two flowing tendrils. Two gems, one on each side sat at the top of the hilt, while two more were ingrained into the base. Touching one of the leather ribbons delicately, he mused. "My my, you really are as lovely as they say. But what of the power within you, is he still thriving?"
After waking from his slumber, the Demon had learned of a mage who had been sealed into the sword for his wrongdoings. He had decided that the mage could possibly help him in his task to revive his master once again, so he set out to find where the sword was contained. His thoughts were interrupted by a shout. "Halt! Step away from the sword!" He spun around to see a plethora of guards storming into the tomb.
A few of the guards gasped as they realized who was standing in front of them. "The Demon Ghirahim.. but how!? You were suppose to be sealed for eternity!" Ghirahim smiled at the quaking guards and spoke with a flourish of his hair. "Now dearies, I would love to stay and chat but I have better things to do with my previous time. Tata!" Grabbing the blade with one hand he waved his second hand and dissipated in a swirl of diamonds, taking the mythical blade with him leaving a crowd of awestruck guards behind. One of the guards gained his composure and sprinted up to where the Demon had been moments before and gazed slack-jawed at the now empty pedestal. "Gods.. Goddesses no..."
((End of the prologue! Sorry it's so short, it's a prologue though so I have an excuse. I hope you guys enjoyed, I tried really hard to make Ghirahim's personality as close to canon as possible, but please let me know if/how I can change him to make him more canonical. Anyway, the next chapter is already done so you can go ahead and see how the story continues! ))