Ch.1-The beginning of everything
*Sigh* It's about time that I got the first chapter up. It's just been so busy with my eight week class. But once that's over with, I will have free days Tuesday through Thursday which means more writing!
*Fanfare and dancing*
Yeah, yeah, keep your shirts on. Anyway, I hope ya like this. :) I actually got a little carried away with writing Ghirahim's and Link's little 'romantic' encounter. :D
I don't own the Legend of Zelda, Soul Eater, or what Ghirahim says to the class. :3 You guys will know it when ya see it.
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The building at first glance appeared more like a funhouse with its overly eccentric appearance than what it really was—a school—and was located on a large platform that could be easily accessed by a lengthy line of steps.
The academy itself was compromised of a collection of night black towers and spires patterned with white lines and an occasional silly-looking skull; the conical roofs of the towers were a bright red. Enormous candles with infinite flames flickering o the ends of the wicks poked out of shafts along the circumference of the building.
The most distinguishing feature however were the three large cartoon-like skulls lined up at the school's entrance with the middle skull being the largest and sporting three blood red spikes jutting out through its eye and nose holes while the skulls on either side were slightly smaller with slanted eyes that mimicked sadness.
The gaps between the teeth of the skulls served as entrances to the school while hovering above the building were three black orbs that formed an upside down triangle.
A sixteen-year-old male stood in front of the school, hands in the pockets of the black jeans he wore, the legs embroidered with multiple diamonds of varying colors, while the red short-sleeved jacket that was over the thin white tank top swirled around his knees as the wind whispered.
He gave a flick of his head, a black diamond briefly revealed beneath his left eye before the snow-white bangs shielded it again. The pale sapphire earring dangling from his pointed right ear shifted slightly as his uncovered black eye roamed up and down the building as if assessing it.
"This is much too easy…" the teen murmured, a smile gracing his chalky face.
The room was wide and spacious, resembling a lecture hall rather than a classroom with its pitched floors and conjoined desks. The black board and teacher's desk were positioned at the front of the room; the same skull that was on the outside of the school hung above the black board like a guardian with a gold line arching above the white skull.
Multiple circular windows were indented into the back wall, providing an excellent view of the grounds.
Lit candles flickered on each end of the long row of desks and on either side of the skull, illuminating it slightly in an ethereal glow even though it was early morning.
Standing on the black and white checkered floor that was paved between the desks and the teacher's desk was the white-haired teen who had been at the font of the entrance of the school a few minutes before.
Sitting backwards in a rolling chair to his right was a male in his mid-twenties and five seven, three inches shorter than the sixteen-year-old.
The twenty-five-year-old had sivler-gray hair with a large screw bolt entering through the left side of his head and big, round glasses that occasionally shielded his pale olive-green eyes after reflecting the candle's flames.
The silver-haired male wore clothes that appeared to have been stitched together many times, mostly consisting of light and dark gray patches that made up his shirt, while the lab coat he had on over the shirt was white.
There was a nasty stitch going from the bridge of his nose, curving under his left eye, and wrapping underneath his ear.
His name was Stein the white-haired teen had learned for he had introduced himself as soon as he had set foot in the classroom.
The many students that were in the class were obviously surprised at the newcomer's appearance as they began whispering to each other, but the teen's highly tuned ear caught the soft conversations.
"A Hylian."
"You rarely see them at DWMA."
"Another Hylian like Link."
He ignored the murmuring, giving a flick of his head to move aside the curtain of hair covering his eye and briefly revealing that his left ear was not pointed, but round.
"Hello," he greeted eloquently, "my name is Ghirahim. But to be truthful, I prefer to be addressed by my full title,"
Another toss of his head, but the hair fell stubbornly back into place.
"Lord Ghirahim."
He smiled faintly, tilting his head slightly to the side.
"But I'm not fussy."
The class remained silent, obviously struck dumb by Ghirahim's clear arrogance while a few even leaned back in their seats as if trying to get as far away from him as possible.
Ghirahim let his eyes roam the classroom, assessing his classmates, until his eyes fell on a boy his age.
The boy sat at a middle desk in the center of the row of desks, head bowed as he furiously scribbled something on a sheet of paper, the faint lightly from the candles catching the red flame-shaped earrings pierced to his pointed Hylian ears.
Ghirahim noticed how the sunlight seemed to pounce on the boy's yellow hair, making it shine like golden strands of silk.
Ghirahim raised an eyebrow, making a small, interested "Oh?" at the back of his throat.
He had never seen another Hylian besides himself. But this Hylian strangely caught his fascination; he felt…drawn to the strange boy that he had just met and before he knew it, he had teleported behind the blonde, leaving a scattering of black and white diamonds in his wake.
A few of the students glanced around, searching for the white-haired teen, while Stein lowered his head slightly, the right lens of his glasses glinting suspiciously.
Ghirahim stared over the blonde's green-clad shoulder, observing whatever it was he was writing; he couldn't read what it said, but he could tell that it was the Hylian alphabet—the outdated version to boot.
His curiosity was piqued, though.
"What are you writing?"
The boy froze, having been too focused on what he had been doing to sense Ghirahim's presence, and slowly looked over his right shoulder.
Ghirahim was met with purest blue eyes he had ever seen and he didn't—couldn't—move, mesmerized by the depth and innocence they displayed.
The two stared at each other before Ghirahim smirked, deciding that he wanted the blonde.
He placed his hands on the boy's shoulders, leaning closer so that their faces were side by side.
"Well, hello there," he murmured, giving the blonde's cheek a light lick—an affectionate gesture that he had learned when he had been young—before he rubbed his nose close to the boy's hairline on the side of his neck, causing the boy to tremble faintly—he was ticklish there?—just to see what he smelled like; the forest, the wind, water.
Freedom.
Was he perhaps from the secluded village known as Skyloft?
Ghirahim shivered a little and sighed.
He wanted this boy.
"Master Link," a soft, monotonous voice said.
Ghirahim gazed lazily to his right, wondering who dared to interrupt his time with the blonde.
It was a girl their age and two inches shorter than Stein with sky blue hair, equally blue eyes partially hidden by half-moon spectacles and simple blue jeans with a T-shirt that swirled both purple and blue together.
Ghirahim stared at her for a second to which she wordlessly blinked at him before he ignored her, looking back at Link.
"So, your name's Link, huh? Cute."
"Master Link."
With an annoyed growl, Ghirahim once again looked at the blue-haired female then narrowed his uncovered eye.
The girl was suddenly thrown back by an invisible force, slamming into the far wall before sliding to the floor.
"Fi!" Link yelled, a hand on his desk in preparation to stand up.
"Pathetic vermin," Ghirahim muttered, giving a distasteful glare at Fi, who was slowly struggling to stand up. He gazed back at Link, a pleasant smile replacing his nasty frown. "Now, where were—"
The white-haired teen stopped when he noticed that Link's seat was empty and began frantically searching for his blonde.
"Fi, are you alright?"
Ghirahim's ear twitched at the sound and he gazed toward where he had tossed Fi to see Link gradually helping the girl to her feet.
His expression darkened and a growl began building at the back of his throat.
Ghirahim abruptly relaxed, his face becoming blank, as he remembered that he had to keep a low profile.
And he had just stupidly used one of his abilities—teleportation was not something a Meister, no matter how high a rank, had.
Oh, well…he thought with a unconcerned shrug. I'll just say that I am able to do that because I learned it in my hometown.
Link gave a mild glare at Ghirahim as he helped Fi sit in her seat.
Ghirahim widened his eye in innocent confusion before he smiled seductively, teleporting to the far side of the room and sitting at the free seat at the end of the desk, leaning his chin in his hands as he stared at Link.
Link could feel his eyes on him as he continued to write, penetrating his concentration like endless annoying arrows, while Stein resumed the lecture about Soul Resonances, which many already knew, but the scientist wanted to recap on them for some apparent reason.
Link tried to ignore the stare as he focused on the letter he was writing, but it was starting to get to him.
Finally he looked up, locking gazes with Ghirahim who appeared gleeful that he had managed to get a reaction from the boy as he waved when he noticed Link watching him.
Link shot Ghirahim a vicious look that blatantly said "Fuck off," before he once again continued writing his letter, ignoring Ghirahim's stares for the rest of Stein's class.
Ghirahim sighed as he stared at his bedroom.
It was the end of the school day and Ghirahim had decided to check out his dorm room, pleasantly noting that he was a few doors down from Link's bedroom, before he took a shower.
It was a simple room with only a twin bed, a closet for his clothes, and a desk that doubled as a workspace and place to store his school books; it was pretty in its own way.
Ghirahim didn't mind the lack of furniture in the room; it was better than where he had previously stayed and at least he had three meals a day.
Ghirahim walked toward the window above the desk, looking down at the sprawling city below and admiring how the setting sun, now struggling to stay awake as drool dripped down the side of its mouth, bathed the top of the roofs in an ethereal glow.
This was freedom to him.
Ghirahim put a hand against the window, staring down at the miniature people traversing the city before it was too dark—and dangerous—to stay out any longer.
There was still a leash around his neck, however, and it could be tightened at any moment.
Ghirahim shook his head as he removed his hand from the glass.
No, no, this is for Master, he thought as he reluctantly exited his room and made his way toward the showers. The only reason I am acting as a lowly Meister is for Master.
Ghirahim walked slowly down the silent hallway that was barely lit. Anyone would have hurried back to their dorms, afraid of something leaping out at them, but Ghirahim enjoyed the silence…and the darkness.
He was drying his hair as he walked, now wearing loose black pajama pants and a thin white tank top. He shook his head, folding the towel around his shoulders, as his hair naturally fell in front of his eye.
There was a sharp tingle that slithered up Ghirahim's spine and he gradually slowed to a stop, knowing someone was behind him.
Quietly, he summoned a dagger to his left hand as he glanced subtly to the right where the presence was coming from before he suddenly turned around, raising his arm in readiness to throw the knife when he just as quickly stopped.
Ghirahim sighed, lowering his arm back to his side as the dagger disappeared in a flurry of red and yellow diamonds.
"Oh, Master, it's just you."
A pair of crimson eyes floated in the shadows a few feet away, the outline of a form telling anyone that the eyes had a body to go with them.
"Have you found it?" a low, gravelly voice asked.
"Not yet, Master," Ghirahim explained with a quick bow, "it is only the first day and I want to gain their trust before I—"
"Begin your search tomorrow."
A stab of fear ran through Ghirahim and he kept his head lowered, muttering resignedly, "Yes, Master."
"If it is troublesome, begin during the night when everyone is asleep. Do not fail me. You know I hate failure."
"Yes, Master."
"You know that we need it if we are to grant my desires. The old texts speak of its great power and its ability to grant any man's deepest fantasies," the red eyes narrowed slightly before widening as their owner breathed, "We must have the Triforce!"
Lol. The meeting between Link and Ghira made me smile like a maniac because I could totally imagine that happening. And I'm sure you all know who Ghirahim's 'Master' is. :)
Hmm... *thinks* I guess I have nothing else to say. :/ Except please enjoy. :D And look forward to the next chapter because you'll get to see Black Star being an idiot as usual.
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