Namesake: You'd deduce that you were a different species when you woke up with markings on your body that were similar to a demon, and he's kinda in shock, and having this whole situation thrown at him, well, I'd be thinking the same thing. haha.

Awareness had come to him, and oddly, he was comforted for the tight warmth that Ghirahim had provided for the night, and the warmth that they shared was quite pleasant. He wasn't sure why his archenemy, or possibly former archenemy, brought him such kind comfort, just sharing a bed to sleep, even if the state of dress they were in was less than acceptable in the culture he was born and raised in, but there was an intimacy there that the Skyloftian culture just didn't fulfill on a daily basis, and he had to admire that. Link carefully rolled over, and the expression Ghirahim had on his sleeping face was one he wasn't expecting.

When he was awake, the demon seemed to only know how to smirk and snarl, but in sleep, the state he was in... His expression was that of a young child, his mouth lolling open partially, his expression relaxed, and his hair was fanned out on the pillow. Link had to remind himself to blink, as he was staring at this... different appearance of Ghirahim.

Knowing Ghirahim could so easily fall asleep was something that surprised him, and that the demon was a heavier sleeper than the hero was...

Well, with his initial appearance of being so... outlandish, seeing him like this in his sleep was quite startling, and he doubted he'd be able to look at Ghirahim in the same way again after this. Seeing him appearing so kind and soft... He looked human, and not just the weapon of the Demon King, or the lord of many a demon, but Ghirahim... Someone who could fall from being so glorious into being something that cried and hurt...

He could kiss him.

Where in the three provinces of Hyrule that had come from, he didn't know, and Link sighed before stroking a finger along the hairs fanned out a fraction of an inch from his face, feeling how soft and silky his hair was and he blinked when he felt a hand close around his and he saw Ghirahim looking at him.

"I didn't realize you woke up." He softly spoke and Ghirahim looked at his hand, his hand going to circle around Link's wrist and he turned his hand over, looking at Link's palm, and then suddenly placed his cheek on the other's palm.

"This is what you were about to do, touch my cheek, wasn't it?" The demon looked at him, dark brown eyes looking up at him before looking down again, breaking eye contact, and the hand that wasn't holding onto Link's wrist shook in the grip around his waist. "I must be pathetic to warrant that curiosity of touch." He spoke before shivering and Link quickly realized that his finger was brushing against the cropped ear that was hidden under the curtain of hair usually

"What do you mean?" Link frowned, watching the elder look away, but his body pressed against Link's and curled his head into Link's body as if to hide, something really must be going on with him.

"Demons aren't very emotionally intimate. even if you find someone to spend your existence with, not many demons do that unless it's a sign of pity." He briefly explained, pulling away from Link and rolling over, his hair covering his face once more. Seemed the demon wanted to drop the issue.

"Oh... I didn't realize." He spoke softly and slid out of the bed and dressed himself and looking at the door and made a small noise of confusion. Should he stay or should he go?

His stomach gave a mighty roar in protest, telling him he should indeed go get something to eat.

"Where are the kitchens?" Link quietly asked and the demon sat up and eyed him Like he wanted to tell him something but was judging on how safe the factor of Link would be with it.

"Wait." Ghirahim spoke, watching Link. "Let me get dressed and I'll show you. One, you should stay with me. Just to be safe. Two, whoever kidnapped you and brought you to this realm had not intended for you to end up in the outcome now. Three, most likely these men will not stop for any cost until you have been returned to them, and chances are, you may be first incapacitated to relieving your situation on your own. Most likely they'll attempt to do something to keep me from attempting a second rescue."

"What does that mean for you?" Ghirahim looked away briefly, biting his lip.

"Most likely I will be removed from the equation all together." He spoke and Link's eyes widened as the meaning sunk in.

"You mean they'll kill you." He spoke as Ghirahim dressed, walking to his vanity to do his makeup, spending a short amount of time.

"Yes." He quietly spoke. Dark eyes were lightless this time. No sadistic spark, or that happy gleam he had a chance of seeing, but it was for another purpose that the gleam had been there. This time the weapon seemed just as emotionless as Fi, as if things had actually sunk in and his stomach was knotted into a thousand tiny knots just thinking about it.

"I won't let them kill you. You saved me from that... Whatever they were going to do to me back there." He spoke, and Ghirahim got up and they heard a high pitch whine that Ghirahim grabbed Link and teleported them out, and the last thing he heard before the world shattered around him was the deafening howl of some strange animal and the smell of smoke.

The two ended up in a tree, a safe distance away, and a thick cloud of smoke billowed into the air and he could hear Ghirahim's sobs. He guessed that the smoke was from wherever he had made his home until then. Now both of them were stuck without a shelter and Ghirahim was probably torn up. A home was a sanctuary and haven and Ghirahim lost his.

"What the hell was that?" The hero croaked, watching the billowing cloud. He had no doubt that the source was some sort of greedy, hungry blaze that relentlessly destroyed precious things.

"Magic. Whoever cast it had enough time to prepare the spell and our position has been given away, or until I took you here." The demon dutifully answered.

A glowing crack spun its way across the ground, black splotches leaching out. The branch dipped and swayed as Ghirahim stood. "Link, I know you do not trust me much, but there is a chance that we will be able to evade our attackers for longer if we enter that crack over there."

The hero stared at it as Ghirahim pointed in its direction. "Why don't you just leave me here?" He snarled, his fingers clutching into the bark of the branch. "I've had enough of jumping into the unknown. No!" He refused and buried his face in his hands. He felt a hand grip his arm and pull him off the branch, and when he opened his eyes, he was in Ghirahim's arms, a foot away from the crack.

"Ally oop!" Ghirahim laughed before launching himself and Link into the crack, his laugh turning into a dark one, and for the second time in two days, Link's vision blacked out.


Link came to on hard ground, seeing Ghirahim's crumpled form only a short distance away from him, and he sat up, clutching his head as he groaned. Seems that for once, Ghirahim had received the deadly dose of what he dealt out to Link during their fights. He froze as he didn't see Ghirahim's chest rising and falling and it scared him. The hero shakily moved over, placing two fingers on Ghirahim's neck and feeling a faint pulse, and he puzzled over this. He'd seen Ghirahim breathing, he'd felt Ghirahim breathing in his sleep, yet now he wasn't breathing at all?

It honestly worried him, and it made him think. Possibly the reason why he wasn't breathing was due to the fact that he had not been biologically created like Link had. He hadn't been born of flesh and blood and the mixing of things Link didn't really want to think about. His parents had sex, oh goddess no, what a terrible idea. Ghirahim was the product of magic and sweat and concentration, and tying his existence to a dark blade.

The pulse beneath his fingers strengthened and he blinked in surprise. A soft gasp reached his ears and Ghirahim stirred, pressing closer to the hero, and what sounded like a whimper was produced from the demon as he gasped in more air. Link's eyes blinked a few times as he watched the demon shake beside him, seemingly unusual for the demon who could be so damned graceful, but then again, a handful of hours ago, or however long they had been passed out for, Ghirahim had been a calm thing, and obviously someone catching him asleep like that was someone sitting smack dab in the eye of the storm. The calm before shit hit the fan again.

Yes, the Demon Lord that had caused Link so much trouble was exactly like a storm. One that had grown tired, giving everything it had before falling silent. Though, the storm that was Ghirahim had yet to totally die. He may have ended up saving his life from the unknown threat, he had managed to worm his way into Link's thoughts, and honestly, his life was quite drab without the blazing fire Ghirahim held. It made his stomach somersault and want to touch him and claim him as his, both as a lover and as a master. He wanted to know Ghirahim's emotions inside and out, and he wanted to know how powerful the former sword of Demise was. He wanted to know the potential of them.

That said, he couldn't tell if the emotion was simple lust for touch and power, or emotions that spun deeper and darker things, ones that scarred over and healed but were feather light, because the person who made them kissed them better...

And the sudden curl of Ghirahim moving to protect his chest from something, curling around himself, pulled him out of that train of thought. Derailed, broken and exploded at the train station.

"Ghirahim?!" Link gasped, placing a hand at Ghirahim's shoulder and shaking him gently, learning that moment that if Ghirahim wasn't asleep willingly, his body wasn't going to move. At all.

Link sighed, raising his hand and stroking through Ghirahim's hair, feeling that his forehead was warmer than usual and he frowned.

"Is he okay?" A young man's voice rang out, and a short figure dashed in, kneeling down beside the demon. "What are your names?" He asked.

"My name is Link, and this is Ghirahim... And he just curled up like that... He's a little different..." Link started and the other looked up, green eyes flashing with alarm.

"Ghirahim, did you say?" He glanced down. "Shit, Her Grace isn't going to like this at all. Nor is he." The boy muttered.

There was a moment, Link staring down the other. His skin was pale, and his face was free of markings, well, that he could see. But there was something he just couldn't put his finger on about him. It was like the other boy's face was hitting home something hard, but it didn't click. The shape of his eyes was familiar as well, and he turned, pulling the purple scarf he wore around his neck up to cover his nose and mouth.

"What is your name?" Link asked the other, and green eyes stared at him.

"... Yuga." He said after a moment and Link nodded.

"Okay, Yuga, how can you help Ghirahim?" Link asked him and Yuga sighed.

"I can't do anything until he wakes up. Or at least is no longer curled around himself. That isn't helping out our situation at all." He refered to Ghirahim being clenched around his chest. "He's been here before, a long time ago. I don't think this place ever agreed with him."

There was a grunt and Ghirahim stirred, pressing into Link. "Cold..." He whispered, and rolled over. Link reached down to tuck his bangs behind that sensitive ear of his.

Link thought of something. Zelda had been able to get the truth out of him right after he had woken up and was still quite groggy. Maybe Ghirahim was the same. "What were you not telling me earlier?"

"Bound weapon..." He grunted before looking up at Link and realizing it, and snapped his fingers and nothing happened.

Both of them looked at his fingers. Nothing was never the product of his snapping when he intended to preform something.

"No..." The demon whispered and sat up.