So... my first story. I guess it's just a oneshot, unless I feel like adding a second chapter.

"Blast it!" Ghirahim cursed to himself. Why couldn't he just kill that boy? It would make his job much easier. But he just couldn't bring himself to just instantly kill him.

Instead, he's been giving him challenges, secretly hoping he won't die. But why didn't he want the sky child to die? That was a question he's asked himself countless times.

He teleported to a random place, finding himself in Faron Woods. He silently sat, thinking to himself. He knew his master wouldn't want him to slack off, but it's not like he can do anything about it at the moment.

Somehow, he let himself fall asleep. It had been a while since he'd slept; he'd been too busy to sleep.

A gasp woke him up instantly. He jumped up, making his sword appear. He looked in the direction of the gasp, making eye contact with the sky child, who looked… scared. Why did he look scared? Then he remembered that he was Ghirahim, the Demon Lord. And he was the sky child, his enemy. And he was holding his sword. So far, the sky child hadn't even drawn his sword. Perhaps he was too scared to move.

Ghirahim made his sword disappear in a flurry of diamonds, and sat down, staring at the sky child. He looked absolutely baffled, making Ghirahim grin. That expression looked cute on hi-WHAT?!

"How are you, sky child?" he asked.

"Uh… uh…" the sky child didn't seem to know what to say. "Why aren't you attacking me?" he finally said.

Ghirahim chuckled. "I didn't feel like it." He just couldn't; the sky child just looked so… pitiful. His clothes were tattered, dirt smeared his face, he looked exhausted… he looked pale, probably sick, on top of all of that.

The sky child looked very confused. Ghirahim noticed he still hadn't drawn his sword.

"You know," Ghirahim stood up, causing the sky child to stiffen, "you don't look well." The sky child's eyes widened.

Ghirahim started circling him, thinking. "The spirit maiden and that twig don't treat you very well, do they? You'd think they'd take better care of their hero. It's like you're not even their hero, no, you're more like their slave!" he finished angrily.

"How do you even put up with it?! Why not just quit, saying you won't take how they treat you?! You have a mind, don't you?! Use it! If you don't die by my hands, you'll die from some sickness, or exhaustion!" by now, he was yelling angrily at the sky child.

The sky child mumbled something inaudible. "What?" Ghirahim asked.

"I said I don't know…" he looked at his feet. He looked lost. His once bright blue eyes looked dull, empty, dead. Hopeless. Alone.

Before he knew what he was doing, Ghirahim had his arms around the sky child. They both gasped at the same time. What was he doing?! Instead of letting go, he rested his head on the sky child's shoulder.

"They shouldn't treat you this way," Ghirahim whispered. "You deserve better."

The sky child hesitantly put his arms around Ghirahim. They stayed that way for a couple minutes, silent.

"…Why?" the sky child finally asked.

"Why what?"

"Why aren't you attacking me?"

"I already told you, I didn't feel like it," he said matter-of-factly.

"But… you're doing more than just not attacking me…" he said shyly.

Ghirahim pulled away from the embrace. He was kind of reluctant, but it's not like he should be hugging his enemy. The sky child looked sad that he let go, though. "…Maybe I'm not entirely heartless." He shrugged; trying to make it look like it wasn't a big deal to him.

"I…I don't get it," the sky child said.

"You don't have to get it," Ghirahim smiled. A genuine smile. The sky child's expression became baffled once again.

Ghirahim laughed. "I love that expression on you, Link." He took his chin in his hand, tilting his head up. He poked his nose with his index finger, and then disappeared in a flurry of diamonds.

Link was so surprised he stumbled and landed on his butt. Everything that happened since he had spotted the demon lord sleeping was confusing and unbelievable. He didn't attack him, he started ranting on how Link was being treated like a slave (he actually CARED?!), he hugged him, he rested his head on his shoulder, he smiled, not smirked, at him, he called him by his name, and… had he been flirting?!

Link rubbed his forehead. He didn't understand anything. He coughed once, but that caused him to cough again, and again, and again.

When his coughing fit stopped, he took a single tattered old brown blanket from his pack, and rolled his sail cloth up like a pillow. He lied down, trying really hard to sleep, and finally succeeding.

When Link next woke up, it was dawn. When he sat up, he saw a little bundle of something a couple of feet away. He crawled over to it, picking it up. Curious, he opened it. Inside, there was a clean tunic that looked exactly like the one he was wearing, but it was new. There were also two red potions and a letter inside.

He took out the letter and opened it. He already had a good guess who sent it, so when he saw Ghirahim's name (it wasn't easy to miss) at the bottom of the letter, he wasn't completely surprised.

This is what the letter said:

To Link,

I decided, if your spirit maiden and that twig won't treat you how you deserve, someone else has to.

Talking to you yesterday has made me realize something.

I know you must be curious what that something is, but I'm afraid I can't tell you.

Don't worry; you'll find out when we next meet. I promise.

Hope you like your new tunic! I picked it out myself.

I look forward to our next meeting. It might be sooner than you think!

Love,

The Great, Amazing, Handsome, Dashing, Extremely Attractive Demon Lord Ghirahim

Ghirahim's name was in very fancy, big, thick letters. Link chuckled to himself at it. He was definitely curious to find out what Ghirahim had meant when he said he realized something…

Alright. I'm stopping right here. It would be great to get a review or two! :)