Featuring Ghirahim and Link. Not so friendly today.
A snowball struck Link squarely in the chest. He stumbled backward and glared at Ghirahim.
"I'm in no mood for your shit today, Skychild."
Link curled his hands into fists. "Ghirahim I am trying to help you."
"I never asked for you help!" He launched another snowball at Link's head. "I never asked for this! Living like a mortal peasant in this hick town, while you all mock me, sneering or offering me false kindness. There is nothing for me here! I would have been better off if you had let the Skyloft counsel execute me." He kicked the snow and ran his fingers through his disheveled hair.
Link scowled. "Then maybe you shouldn't have tried to murder my best friend! Maybe you deserve this, Ghirahim!" Link shouted.
He'd tried to be forgiving. He'd tried to show Ghirahim genuine kindness, hoping he would change his attitude. Months of dealing with the ex-demon's stubbornness, his angry outbursts, his bouts of depression, it was all wearing him out. He'd tried to get his friends to help, but they all refused. Zelda had tried her best, but Ghirahim's hostility frightened her, and Groose was outright abusive to Ghirahim when the two were in close contact. Batreaux was the only one who really seemed to be able to help, but he'd been busy lately with his new shop.
Ghirahim's eyes flashed. "Oh yes, you're little girlfriend. What a different world this would be if I'd killed her when I had the chance. I wonder if Master would have spared you. Let you live in the castle with us, while you lived every day of the rest of your life, constantly reminded of your failure."
"Stop it."
"Oh? Have I hit a nerve Skychild? Don't like the thought of your pretty little princess dead in the ground while you serve at my Master's feet?" he taunted.
"I said shuttup!" Link scooped up a chunk of snow and launched it at Ghirahim.
The older man dodged, and retaliated with his own clump of hardened snow. It struck Link in the face. He winced, and wiped the stinging cold out of his eyes.
"I'm sorry you're unhappy, okay? I'm sorry you're too stubborn to try and adapt to living here, and I'm sorry that living a normal life is apparently worse than death for you!" This time his snowball struck Ghirahim on the shoulder. The ex-demon snarled and advanced.
"Unhappy doesn't even begin to cover it." He back-handed Link across the face. The young hero stumbled, and rubbed his chin. He sighed. There was a time for words, and there was a time for slapping the shit out of stubborn bastards.
This was not the time for words.
Link's fist crashed into Ghirahim's jaw. He took a step back, before kneeing Link in the gut. The young hero coughed and seized the front of Ghirahim's shirt, to steady himself before landing another punch to the ex-demon's stomach.
They continued to squabble, until a massive snowball crashed into both of them, knocking them over and burying them in the snow. Choking and sputtering, they looked up to see Groose dusting his hands off.
"If you're done playing with your little boyfriend, Link, I need your help with sword training today."
Link stood and brushed the snow off his arms. "Yeah I'm coming."
He followed after Groose toward the Academy.
"I don't know why you bother with that bastard, Link. He's not our problem anymore." he said, gruffly.
"I don't know either..."
But that wasn't really true. Ghirahim's words had struck too close to home. He couldn't imagine what life would be like if he had failed his quest to save Zelda, but Ghirahim's misery seemed to be a pretty accurate representation.
He glanced over his shoulder to see Ghirahim sitting atop one of the tombstones. It would probably be better to leave him be for a few days.