A/N: thank you for the reviews and faves ^^ It makes my day, truly it does. Now, what you've all been waiting for. CHAPTER TWO! Oh and also, it's not a crossover really, I was more so metaphorically speaking. Ehhh, like using it as an…example! :} Enjoy :3

RECAP: Its winter Ghirahim's in the Sealed Grounds planning how to free Demise he hears something and follows the sound but it's a tricky girl who later puts him in a yellow barrier and the last dialogue isssssss; "I am going to re-train you." And that's the recap! *inhales*

His fingers formed mocking quotations, "Re-train me? Puh-lease, I don't need training."

"Alright, I'll just leave you here then." She said, removing her hand from the barrier and staring at him.

Ghirahim looked at her crossly. Who the hell does she think she is? He exhaled a cold wintery breath and started to push against the barrier. He'd never seen anything like this before.

His feet were now pushed against the opposite side of the barrier. He dropped his hands and banged his fists against it, it seemed to vibrate but not shatter or move otherwise. He looked back at the girl, whom was still staring at him.

"Do you think I am some animal that you can gawk at, girl?" He hissed out.

"I figured, with your type of ego that you'd love to be adored, or as you said," she used his mocking quotations and an awful attempt at his voice "'gawked at.'"

He noticed she had had a short-lived pleasure in insulting him, before he could respond with more cynicism; she took advantage of his pause.

"And I am not a girl. I am a few years past being an adolescent. So I would respectfully ask you, call me a woman."

He guffawed, "I don't think we are at terms of making these types of agreements quite yet, darling." He watched her eyes flash in anger when he had called her darling. A small smile crept up on his lips, "Oh! And do you also find it entertaining to abash me with insults for your own guilty pleasure?" He could feel his heart pound in his chest as he was slowly dominating over the conversation. Just like how he would conquer this damn cage.

She stood there, mouth agape trying to find the right words, but none formed upon her lips.

Ghirahim relished in his win. "Now let me out."

She looked at him, as if considering she was going to, but thought it was better. "No I prefer to keep you locked up."

He growled, fists banging against the barrier, "Now woman!"

She only laughed, "Well, thank you for that." Her laughing stopped, staring him down now, "I don't know who you think you are just demanding of me for your freedom, even though you had just 'dominated' over our little conversation. I feel like you are not in a position to be asking anything of me, anything at all. Only until you comply that you will be retrained by me."

It was now Ghirahim's turn to look speechless, however he showed no notion that he was. He just stood there, jaw clenched and nostrils flaring in rage. His heart no longer beat fast for his win, but for his hostile feeling in regard with her.

His upper lip had twitched, and that's when she knew she had prevailed him. The girl slowly backed away, "I am going to leave you here until you abide by my terms." With that said, she teleported away from the Sealed Grounds.

A low roar started to come from his chest, ripping out to his throat, and finishing at his mouth. His fists hit the barrier numerous amounts of times. He withdrew his heavy sword with a snap and started to slice at the accursed thing. Nothing that he would do was effective.

Ghirahim slid down one side of it and hit the ground. The snow had disappeared with all his steps. Speaking of snow, some came down and hit his nose.

A small sigh escaped his lips. He tried to teleport again, not succeeding. Sweat had formed at his brow, he was sick with anger and frustrated that he couldn't escape. He would have to agree to that wretched woman retraining him or whatever she wanted. It would be the only way, than he could get on with his plans of resurrecting Demise.

More snow fell onto his still body, Ghirahim looked up and the dark grey skies looked back down at him.

Unless, he thought, almost laughing at his stupidity, unless I can climb my way out.

He braced his arms against one side of the barrier, his legs against the other. Slowly he was scaling himself up the wall. The yellow barrier was at least eight feet high; he began to feel the wind against his body. The taste of freedom was on his lips. He switched his form, now legs on either side of the wall, ready to jump over it.

"No!" The girl screamed, she seemed to have flown through the air, attaching yet another barrier at the top, now truly locking him in a cage. She crouched on top of her newly made piece.

The shock of her appearing there with a roof made Ghirahim fall back to the ground. He glared up at her. "You wretched little brat!"

She laughed but still sounded angry, "You tried to escape! You are not going to heed my word of training are you?"

"I think I will overpower you no matter what. I believe you also know that, as that's to why I am in a cage?" It came out more as a question than a statement.

The girl exhaled in disgust, "I am beginning to wonder if I even want to do this anymore."

"Good than don't."

"But I have to, Ghirahim!" She screamed, banging her own fist against the barrier.

Ghirahim started to scale it again, faster with anger, now looking at her eyes through it. It took him a few seconds to clear his mind and be sensible again. In fact it took all his will power to calm himself and not punch the wall and kill her in his mind. His words were very icy and dark, "How is it you know my name, and I not yours?"

They were pronounced with such hatred she didn't want to answer, she was about to reply with a sarcastic remark about how he now wanted to know her first name.

He saw it across her face and before she could say it he screamed at her, "JUST ANSWER THE QUESTION!"

The girl's lips formed into a tight straight line, she pulled her hair behind her pointed ears. "Oh I am going to regret this." She muttered softly.

Ghirahim watched her slip off the roof of the barrier and now she was at the ground, waiting for him.

She looked up, "Are you going to come down?"

Ghirahim growled in disgust, but dropped the eight feet to face her, now waiting.

The barrier disappeared as soon as they made eye contact.

Ghirahim didn't know what to do, should I teleport away? Kill her? Maybe just attack her enough to stop her from finding me again…wait what is she doing? He looked down at her hand that she had outstretched towards him.

"My name's Elliah." She said warmly.

Ghirahim looked at her, and back down at her hand. Was she stupid? He slowly began to take his white glove off, hoping she'd take the bait that he would shake her hand. Once it was off, he quickly grabbed the edge of her forearm, and pulled her violently towards him. "I am going to kill you slowly and I am going to relish every second of it." He growled.

She looked up at him, faces inches away from one another.

He waited for fear to strike in her face, but it never came.

"Now now Ghirahim. If you had just waited, and shook my hand like the insolent little dog you're supposed to be, you would have heard my introduction to myself." She now turned his grip on her to her grip on him, against both arms. Elliah was able to push him down against the ground where his knees hit; her unthought-of weight did no justice for him.

"I would've been able to tell you that; I can for see things in the dreams I have. I saw that I met you and the name Ghirahim kept popping up. I only assumed it was your name, and you made no objection to it when I called you it." She licked her lips, "I also saw what you just did now. So I have been expecting it. No matter what, I am going to be ahead of you. Let it be by one step or a million." She stopped the pressure against his arms and let him stand. Elliah held out her hand, "Shall we try again?"

There is no other way then, he thought gloomily, I will have to be trained by this sad excuse for a being. He found his glove and put it back on his hand, but not shaking hers. "Ghirahim." He answered back.

She blinked at him slowly resting her hand against her side, "Alright, pleasure."

"Oh the pleasure is mine." Ghirahim said snottily, waiting for her disapproval.

"Well, I suppose I deserve that for locking you in a box. Then again, you did just try to kill me."

"But you knew it was going to happen, and you knew you weren't going to die." He shot back, "So you're right. You do deserve it."

She was going to bring up how he tried to attack her before she locked him up, but didn't want to argue.

"You also killed one of my moblins, so it is only logical that I despise you."

She put her fingers to her brow, biting her bottom lip. Oh Gods help me. "Why don't we just start with me teaching you how to make a barrier?"

A/N: Phew, now I am done. I am going to make a celebratory sandwich…and I know, even though Elliah asked to be called a woman that was only done towards Ghirahim. Not towards me :} hehehe!