Ch.3-Don't trust me
It's been about five days... :/ And I've resigned myself to the fact that only SpeikobraRote, GhiraLinkLover4Ever, and fan del yaoi amuto are the only ones who will review.
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I don't own LoZ or Soul Eater. :/ Damn.
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Ghirahim appeared on the other side of the library's ornate double doors and glanced back at them with an irked sneer.
Stupid Kid….Ghirahim sulked down the hallway, putting his hands in his pockets as his ear lowered in annoyance. I will take Master's advice and begin my search during the night when no one is around to suspect my motives…..
As Ghirahim came out into the spacious common area that branched off to the cafeteria, classrooms, and mission board area, the sulking white-haired teen spotted a familiar blonde walking toward the Mission Board with his partner beside him.
Ghirahim smiled, his mood instantly brightening at the sight of the unfortunate target of his affections.
"Hello, Link."
Link had half the mind to keep walking when he heard the voice call his name, but by the time his rational side had told him that, he had already turned around.
Big mistake.
Before he could even ask what Ghirahim wanted, he was pushed against the nearest wall with the white-haired teen towering over him, hands on either side of Link's head.
Link stared at Ghirahim in confusion, wondering what he wanted from him.
Ghirahim continued staring at him with his intense eyes.
Link began to grow uncomfortable under the withering gaze and he shifted slightly, glancing off to the side, the tips of his ears coloring when he still felt the gaze on him.
"Your eyes…"
Link slowly looked back at Ghirahim who appeared confused.
"My…eyes?" Link asked, wondering what the strange teen meant.
"They're like sapphires," Ghirahim tilted his head to the side, "did you know that?"
Link shook his head, still feeling nervous under Ghirahim's unlinking stare.
"No, I—"
Before he could continue, Ghirahim abruptly placed his lips against Link's and the blonde stiffened in surprise.
Ghirahim slowly pulled back and fixed the frozen Link with a stern gaze.
"The next time won't be so gentle, love," he whispered before he smirked, obviously pleased with himself, and strolled away, whistling happily to himself.
"Master….?" Fi asked as she lightly touched Link's shoulder which seemed to bring him out of his stupor.
"Can anyone tell me what in Shinigami-sama's name just happened? !" Link yelled, his voice unintentionally cracking at the end.
"T-t-t-touchin' on my while I'm touchin' on your," Ghirahim hummed quietly as he made his way to Stein's class, certain he had possibly scared Link for a long time to come. "You know that we are gonna cause I don't give a—"
"Ghirahim?"
Ghirahim paused, glancing over his shoulder to see a red-haired man a few years older than Stein standing a few feet away, watching him with earnest blue eyes.
The red-haired man wore a basic black suit with an olive green button down that was tucked neatly beneath his black belt, and had a long black tie in the shape of a cross.
"Yeah….?" Ghirahim questioned warily, unsure of who the person standing before him was.
"I'm Spirit Albarn. Lord Death, Shinigami-sama, sent me to retrieve you."
Ghirahim blinked, tilting his head slightly to the side, before he lowered his ear as he narrowed his eyes.
Ghirahim stared at the large door that was marked with a skull looming before him and Spirit.
Death Room, huh? he wondered, observing the gold plaque in the center of the door as Spirit opened it, exposing a long tunnel of Torii gates styled to look like guillotines.
"So, why does Shinigami-sama want to see me?" Ghirahim asked as he and Spirit entered the hallway; he tried to keep the disdain for the founder of DWMA from leaking into his voice.
"He didn't tell me," Spirit replied, not looking at Ghirahim as the tunnel opened up into a huge, dome-shaped room with a domed ceiling painted a bright sky blue that was filled with wispy white clouds that floated lazily within the expanse of blue.
A large platform was positioned in the center of the room with stair leading up to it and was surrounded by an endless sea of sand with a myriad of cross-like foundations erupting up from the ground.
A large mirror with a brass frame and a skull welded onto the top sat in the center of the platform with a strange being silently standing before the mirror.
The being was extremely tall with a black robe that had many jagged edges clothing its entire body with the face shielded by a cartoonish skull.
So this was the feared Shinigami-sama, the one who battle Asura fiercely, unconcerned about his own health or well-being.
Now Ghirahim could see why his Master hated the god. He could feel the arrogance that Shinigami-sama practically oozed; but he reminded himself that he had to be polite to keep off suspicion.
"Hello, Shinigami-sama," Ghirahim greeted with a small bow even though he burned on the inside at having to lower himself to bowing at the Death God. "I am honored to be able to have an audience with you."
Spirit must have been able to sense that Ghirahim was being sarcastic because he was just about to say something when Shinigami-sama interrupted him.
"No need to be so formal, Ghira~" Shinigami-sama chirped, his body swaying from side to side. "I just wanted to ask how your first day at Shibusen went."
That was it? How he did on his first day?
"It was…fine," Ghirahim answered slowly as he straightened. "Everyone was nice."
It felt strange; his Master never asked how his day went.
"Good, good…."
It was apparent Shinigami-sama was smiling even though his mask didn't change.
"If you ever need any assistance or to ask a question, you're free to enter the Death Room anytime you please or write '42-42-564' on any reflective surface."
He…trusted him?
"Of course, Shinigami-sama."
Ghirahim was surprised. Did the Death God really not have any reason to suspect his students for treasonous motives?
"You are free to go back to class," Shinigami-sama began bouncing from side to side once more. "In a few days I will assign you a mission."
"Thank you Shinigami-sama," Ghirahim gave a quick bow before he turned and began walking out of the Death Room.
He gave a subtle glance back at Spirit and Shinigami-sama as he entered the decorative hallway, an insidious smirk crossing his face.
What a fool, he thought with a quiet laugh, quite pleased at his acting skills. He is the founder of the DWMA? He trusts anyone, doesn't he? No wonder it was so easy for Medusa to send in her child to acquire information about this place.
Ghirahim looked forward again, a soft noise forming at the back of his throat as his expression darkened.
The Triforce will be found all too soon with such an incompetent thing spearheading this school.
Once Ghirahim had exited the room, Shinigami-sama heave a long sigh, his shoulders drooping slightly.
"That sounded troubled," Spirit said as he stared at his Meister. "What is it?"
"That boy has been in touch with something evil."
"Evil…?" Spirit glanced down the long hallway to his left, screwing up his face thoughtfully, before he scratched his neck. "He didn't seem evil. A bit….creepy. But not evil."
The eye holes of Shinigami-sama's mask turned to slits and he whacked the red-head with the side of his large, Styrofoam-like hand.
"Not 'evil' evil, you fool!" the Death God snapped as Spirit whimpered and nursed his aching head which was bleeding slightly. "I meant that his soul has come in contact with something evil; it had a dark aura around it that no one would probably notice unless they had a high level of Soul Perception."
"Oww…." Spirit continued rubbing his head before he looked at Shinigami-sama with one eye. "And this concerns you because….?"
Shinigami-sama fixed the weapon with a blank stare.
"It was not just any evil that I felt emanating from Ghirahim. It was Kishin-like evil."
Spirit's eyes widened as he slowly stood up from his crouch.
"But Asura—"
"Is dead," Shinigami-sama finished. "I know."
Asura's dead and Ghira's been in touch with a Kishin-like evil...sus-picious~
Oh yeah, I don't own Touchin' on my either. :/ That belongs to 30h3!
Ummm... that's about all I have to say. -.-
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