Sorry for the long wait, but here it is again! And my writer's block is gone, yay! :D
I also want to say thank you to those who gave me ideas to continue, they were all great!
Anyway, enjoy the longer chapter!

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Days had passed by and Ghirahim still hadn't found one single clue of Hylia's whereabouts. He had tried to avoid Fi and so far, he had succeeded. Only once he had heard her singing when he was walking through the woods. He had wanted to approach her, but decided against it. He hadn't wanted to interrupt her and had only listened to her beautiful voice from afar.

He sighed deeply and opened his formerly closed eyes. He had been sitting on this tree trunk for too long now. But what was the point in searching further? Hylia probably wasn't even here in this world.

Another sigh escaped his mouth. He wouldn't find her. And so, he had to do something else. He had to put his hatred aside and talk to Fi. If he could prove her he was not evil, not like Hylia told her he was...

He arose from the trunk he'd been sitting on and started his search for his beloved Sword Spirit.

While he was walking, he thought about how to change her mind. First of all, he had to show her they weren't all that different. They were counterparts, sure, but even opposites were alike in some way.

He smirked as a dark cloud of smoke surrounded him. They were very alike when it came to their true Spirit form. The smoke turned into small black diamond particles. Ghirahim growled as he began to feel the transformation starting to take place.

When the darkness surrounding him had vanished, he had exchanged his humane form for his true spirit form. His skin had changed from grey to a chocolate brown. His white curtain of hair had taken a shape similar to Fi's hairstyle. And like on the other Sword Spirit, there was a white diamond placed on his chest. Overall, there was a lot of resemblance between him and Fi now. Resemblance she couldn't deny.

He chuckled as he continued his walk through the forest. His feet now gave off a metallic sound as he walked. He sure was more robotic now, but so was Fi, and the demon liked to be in this form from time to time.

In the meantime, Fi was gracefully dancing on the surface of a small lake in the woods. This was her favourite place to be. It was so peaceful here and all she could hear was the chirping of the birds and the sound of the water as her feet touched it.

Lately, she hadn't been doing many other things than dancing and singing to pass her time. And if she could experience a feeling of boredom, it would start to overtake her now. She paused her dancing and sat down on a rock at the side of the lake.

As she watched two birds happily flying around each other, she couldn't help but wish she were one of them. It wasn't the ability to fly she wished for, like most humans did when they said they wanted to be birds, no, it was something else... It was the happiness they experienced, the company they had...

Fi sighed inaudible. She might not have been able to feel, but she could think. And at this moment she thought about her life. Her useless life that existed of floating around in this world. What was her purpose here? She had served her purpose in the world of mortals, and living here was supposed to be her reward. Though she wouldn't call uselessly being here a reward...

But it had been Hylia's choice for her to live here, and she couldn't demand of her master to give her another life, could she? Not that living here was bad, not at all, but she only wished for someone to keep her company...

"Finally found you..." she heard someone say. The voice sounded strange, yet somehow familiar at the same time.

She turned around to face the demon lord. He had transformed into another form. A form that looked a lot like herself, she realized. She remembered seeing him like this before. It was when he was fighting the final battle against her Master Link in the past. Back then, she had also been surprised at how much they looked like each other. This time was no different.

"Am I allowed to sit next to you, my dear Sword Spirit?" he asked as her approached her.

Somehow, Fi didn't feel a warning feeling inside of her this time.

"I cannot forbid you," she said, "We are equal to each other."

He smiled as he sat down on the rock next to her. For a brief moment, their eyes crossed. Empty blue looked into empty white. Fi had to admit she felt a lot more comfortable looking into those pure white eyes than in his dark pupilled eyes from before. These empty eyes felt more familiar.

A long silence fell between them as they both stared in the water, thinking about what to say to the other.

"I wonder how it's going down there on the surface," Ghirahim said.

"In the world of the mortals, you mean?" Fi asked. She had noticed by now his voice wasn't like hers. It held emotions. Something she could only dream of.

"I wonder if your Master and the Goddess' incarnation have married each other by now..."

Fi turned her head to watch the demon lord, "Why do you wonder about my Master?"

"I don't know..." He sighed as he stared into the water. He only wanted something to talk about with her. It didn't matter what it was.

"I don't see any hatred in your eyes anymore," Fi stated.

Only now the demon turned to watch her and she noticed he looked very tired.

"Do you need some rest?" she asked, "I can leave if you want."

"No! Please don't..."

He carefully stretched his arm out to her and touched the tip of her wing. She followed his movement in curiosity.

"You know..." he whispered, half closing his eyes, "Constantly living in hatred is very tiring... I don't want it anymore. I'm done with it."

"You won't hurt innocent people anymore?"

"I never wanted to do so... It was an order of my Master. But I suppose I don't have to take his orders anymore. Do you think they'll ever call us back to the world of mortals?"

Fi thought about it for a moment, "Your Master will reincarnate one day. It is most likely he'll call you back to your Sword that day. And for myself, I will be woken when the new hero draws the Master sword out of its pedestal."

Ghirahim sighed, "As long as I'm here I can still live in peace, for as long as that will be at least... You won't run away from me anymore, will you?"

The blue Sword Spirit stared at him, "As long as you don't have any intentions to harm me, I see no point in leaving you."

Ghirahim smiled and returned his gaze to the water, "I will never harm you, Fi, I promise."

Fi kept watching him as his eyelids slowly slid shut.

"He is evil..." she heard the Goddess repeat in her head. But this time she didn't listen to the words. She would rather stay with this Sword Spirit, who wasn't as evil as Hylia portrayed him, than be all alone once again. Since the Goddess didn't bother giving her a companion. At least, she now felt like she had a purpose: stay by the demon's side and make him happy. And wasn't that what she was supposed to do being the Goddess' servant, making people happy?

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Ghirahim watched his counterpart through his nearly closed eyes. She was staring peacefully at the water. The demon wanted to sleep, since the searching, constantly hating the Goddess, the transforming, and finally finding the one he'd been searching for, had tired him out.

But this was not the time to sleep. He didn't want to wake up alone once again. The other Sword Spirit looked at him for a while, emotionless. She then carefully removed his hand from her wing. Ghirahim felt a physical relief when the touch was broken. Even the slightest contact now hurt. The Goddess' curse, it must have been.

Fi rose from the stone she'd been sitting on and floated over the water surface. She turned her head to the demon lord once more before she started hopping on the water. It was as if she was jumping from stone to stone, but with more grace.

Ghirahim opened his eyes fully when she started dancing on the water. He admired her every movement. She was so beautiful when dancing. But the demon hadn't expected anything else from a being as perfect as her.

In the beginning, he would have thought of her being less than himself, but now... He had to admit her perfection overpowered his own, and that was something you wouldn't hear him say very often. He had only once said such a thing before, and that was to his Master, a long time ago.

Fi continued her dance, not noticing Ghirahim's eyes following her everywhere she went. She closed her eyes as she swirled around, creating several circles on the water. Dancing was the best way for her to empty her mind. She always used to do it when she couldn't find the answer to a puzzle. It helped her forget.

After a while, Fi finished her dance and floated to the edge of the lake. Only now she noticed how Ghirahim had been watching her.

The demon clapped his hands, "That was magnificent," he said, smiling.

Fi stared at him, surprised to hear such words coming from him. Never before had anyone complimented her dancing skills. Not even her former Master Link, or the Goddess Hylia. One would not expect to be complimented first by their supposed enemy. But Ghirahim wasn't her enemy. Not here in this world. He was nice. Way different than he had been when she had met him in the world of mortals. But based on her new data concerning him, she could conclude his hostile behaviour had never been towards her, but to her Master.

"Thank you," she said. She wished she could feel emotions now. Many times had she seen how humans smiled in happiness when someone told them something nice. If only she could experience that feeling now.

She floated closer to the demon lord and looked deep into his white eyes. What did humans do when they wanted to thank one another? She recalled her memories from the time she had spent in Skyloft during her Master's mission. She had seen many people smile or laugh, but she was unable to do so, for some reason. She couldn't even create a forced smile on her lips.

Another thing she remembered... She didn't think twice about it, as this was the only thing she could do, being an emotionless being. She flew closer to him and wrapped her wings around his upper body, something humans would refer to as a hug.

The diamonds on their chests touched each other very briefly. But that short moment was enough for the demon lord to screech in pain. The sudden cry startled Fi and she jumped away from him.

Ghirahim clutched the diamond on his chest, pain evident on his face. The blue Sword Spirit stared at him, eyes wide. She didn't know what had happened to him. She hadn't felt anything herself when they touched.

"Are you... alright?" she carefully asked.

Ghirahim groaned in pain, bent forward so Fi couldn't see his face.

"I am sorry for whatever has happened to you," she said.

He slowly raised his head to watch her, "You don't..." he panted heavily, "Feel sorry..."

Her eyes widened the slightest, but he could see it. He could see anything that crossed her face. It was as if he could look straight into her soul, her soul that held no emotion.

"But it's alright..." he said, "You can't help it either..."

Fi didn't know whether he was talking about her lack of emotions or the hurt she had unintentionally brought upon him, but it didn't matter. He wasn't angry, he didn't want her to leave, and that was all that mattered to her.

"Do you know what caused it?" she asked.

"It's the curse of that bloody Goddess of yours," Ghirahim growled, his eyes narrowing in anger, "Every time I touch you, it hurts. Especially when you touch my point of weakness..."

"I shall remember to not touch you again in the future."

"She cannot separate us that way. Even if it hurts, I will still endure that pain to..."

He stopped his sentence and Fi waited in curiosity for him to continue.

Sighing, he finished, "I don't care about pain as long as you are with me."

"I will stay by your side. And I will try to cause you as less pain as possible."

Ghirahim smiled, "Sit down," he said, beckoning her to sit next to him.

The moment she sat, he wrapped his chocolate coloured arm around her, pulling her closer and resting his head on top of hers. He groaned as he felt a burning sensation running over his skin, but tried to ignore the pain.

"I enjoy your company," Fi said.

Ghirahim's smile grew wider, "It's quite important for us Sword Spirits to have a purpose, as we both know. And I think we've both found our purpose to serve here in this world..."

"I can only confirm that." She paused briefly and looked up to him, "Aren't you in pain now?"

"I am. Physically at least. But holding you comforts me mentally..." He gently stroked her wing, "And I have learned to endure quite a lot of physical pain, so you don't have to worry about me." He pressed his lips on her hair and inhaled deeply, as if to smell her. The pain was becoming too much for him to handle, and he had to let go of her.

Fi silently watched him as he rose and stretched. "You don't look well," she said as she noticed the tired and painful look on his face.

Ghirahim just smiled, as to wave her comment away, "I'll be fine," he said, though he knew he wouldn't if he kept touching her. "Mind if we go for a walk?" he asked to change the subject.

"I would like to," Fi said as she rose as well and floated next to the demon lord.

The two left the lake and silently walked through the woods.

"Can I ask you a question?" Fi said.

"Of course. Ask away."

"Why is it that you don't have any evil intentions here in this world? Does it mean you're not entirely evil?"

Ghirahim sighed, "What is evil, Fi? Can you tell me that?"

He wasn't expecting a reply, but Fi already spoke up before he could continue, "Someone is evil when he or she deliberately acts in a way that brings hurt upon other people."

"If that is what evil is, your Goddess is evil. She deliberately put this curse on you to hurt me. I don't think your explanation covers every situation."

"Explain further," Fi said, curious to know what information she could add to her data bank.

"'Evil' is not an adjective to fit people. You can say the things people do are evil, but they never are entirely evil themselves. Every being has both a good and an evil side, and each side dominates from time to time. We are unable to fully control the balance of both our sides, which is why it happens often people don't even realize they are doing evil. Most of the time, their evil actions are meant to be good, and only afterwards, they realize how evil it had been..."

Ghirahim sighed deeply, "I have never thought of reviving my Master as an evil action. I only did what I thought was truly right. It was my mission, my purpose."

"And the innocent people you have murdered? I am quite sure you knew murdering was an act of evil."

"Tell me, Fi, have you ever doubted the word of your Master? Have you ever thought that what he told you to do was evil?"

The blue Sword Spirit slowly shook her head.

"Neither did I. Master's word is holy to us. We are not supposed to doubt their orders. All we have to do is carry them out, not question them. He told me to murder them, and so I did. It was his order, I didn't have any other choice."

"But you enjoyed it."

"Because my Master did. I looked up to him, I wanted to be like him. I never thought of it being evil... And you have to admit your Master wasn't that much better. He's murdered many Bokoblins and other monsters too..."

"His intentions have always been good. He did it in order to rescue the one he loved."

"And so did I."

Fi paused for a moment, "If I have understood you correctly, both our Masters aren't evil themselves, but their actions could be classified as evil."

"That's right."

"To return to my former question, why is it you're not acting evil anymore? Have you come to the realization of how evil you had been before?"

"Partly. But that's not the only reason. Another reason is the fact that my Master isn't here to give me orders and to control me. In this world I can decide for myself."

"And I suspect the last reason is that my Master isn't around."

"That's one other reason, but not the last. The last should be... you."

"Me?" Fi stopped floating forward, "What have I got to do with your reasoning?"

"You, my dear Fi, have made me realize there are other things in life than serving my Master, carrying out his wishes and bringing disaster upon the world."

"And what may those other things be?"

"It would be something you could call... love. Thanks to you, I now know I can experience feelings of affection that are not directed to my Master. Feelings of affection in a whole new way..." He stared the other direction of Fi, his empty eyes half lidded.

"I regret that I have very little data concerning emotions," the female Sword Spirit said monotonously, "My memories about such strong feelings have been erased."

"I know. It was the Goddess's work. It happened very recently actually..."

"Tell me about it, I don't remember."

Ghirahim turned to face her once more, "We... We were having a relationship... The Goddess didn't tolerate it and split us. I don't know what exactly has happened, but suddenly, all your recently evolved emotions were gone again... You have felt like a human could, but the Goddess took it away..."

Fi stared at Ghirahim in disbelief, "Why would the Goddess do such a thing?"

"I don't know... My theory is that she temporarily gave you the ability to feel to make me fall for you. As soon as you were the only thing I could think about, she turned you back to normal and erased your memories of us together..."

"Her Grace is a creature of kindness. She wouldn't do anything to hurt someone, not even you, the servant of her worst enemy." Fi said in defence of the Goddess. She didn't want to believe what the demon told her. She didn't want to believe her Master had done something evil. It just couldn't be. It didn't fit in the picture of the world of perfection where the Goddess cared about her people and did anything to protect them.

But there was one thing that kept nagging her all the time. The Goddess' words that every so often repeated in her head.

"He is evil."

He wasn't. The Goddess had lied to her. How could that possibly be? If she had lied about Ghirahim being the embodiment of evil, the world of perfection where she lived among her people and took care of them might as well have been a lie.

"It was a lie..." she whispered, nearly inaudible.

"What was?" Ghirahim asked, not knowing what she was talking about, "You don't think I have been lying to you, do you?"

Fi shook her head, "The Goddess. She's been telling me lies. You are not evil. She doesn't care about her people. She is evil herself."

The demon's eyes widened. He couldn't believe what he just heard. Fi's loyalty was clearly breaking. But how? Why?

"I..." Fi closed her eyes, "What do I have to do? My Master's not honest with me... She doesn't want me anymore..."

Ghirahim knew exactly how she felt now -if she could feel- and he wanted to comfort her. He knew all too well how that loneliness ached, feeling lost and abandoned by the one person you had dedicated your whole life to.

He walked towards the other Sword Spirit and placed his hands on her shoulders. If there was one person who could understand her feelings now, it would be him.

"You are not alone," he said, his voice more of a growl than he wanted, but he couldn't ignore the pain coursing through him at the contact. She opened her eyes to look at him, but didn't reply.

"Remember that I'm here for you. Always. No matter what will happen, I will never abandon you."

Fi tried to force a smile, and she half succeeded, but both Ghirahim and her knew there was no emotion behind it.

"I will remember," she said, stepping slightly closer to him. Ghirahim, in response, pulled her even closer, trying to bite away the pain as they touched more. Fi looked at him, eyes filled with sadness -if she could experience such a thing-, and floated away from him. She didn't want him to hurt himself so much only to comfort her, she of all people who couldn't be comforted.

But to comfort him and alleviate his pain, she spoke the words: "Ghirahim... If I ever will be able to feel emotions, the first emotion will be love towards you."

His face brightened instantly and he grabbed her again, pulling her against his own body and not thinking of the possible consequences...