WAZUP? Yep. I am tired, and posting this. *bows dramaticly* Enjoy.
Toddlers and Demons, Chapter 4 Lightning and Thunder.
"Wake up! Wake up! Mr. Ghirahim get up this instant!" Ghirahim snapped awake.
"What's wrong?" Ghirahim looked at the boy, then he saw it. A flash of light and a loud clap of thunder.
"It's scary." Link whimpered.
"But we are safe." Ghirahim sighed laying back down.
"No we're not. It's loud." Link pouted. "Can I sleep with you?"
"What? No!" Ghirahim yelled.
"Please? I'm really scared." Link begged.
"No. That is my final answer now go back to bed!" Ghirahim yawned. Link stuck out his bottom lip as more tears started to escape his eyes. He slowly turned and went back to his room. Ghirahim rolled his eyes. He rolled over when a particularly bright flash came and the thunder sounding the loudest. The small house shook with the rumble and Ghirahim heard a window break. All while this was happening, he heard Link screaming. Ghirahim got out of bed and rushed to Link's room to see the shattered window on the floor, and Link sobbing while the rain poured inside.
From the looks of everything, the lightning struck right out side of Link's window. Ghirahim picked Link up and carried him to the living room, (where there were very few windows) and they sat on the floor.
"Are you ok?" Ghirahim hugged the boy close to him.
"My hands..." Link sniffed. Ghirahim looked down to see blood dripping from where the glass hit him. "They hurt." Ghirahim could see the glass in his hands and he decided to try something.
"I'm going to try something, but you need to hold still."
"Wll it hurt?"
"It will if you don't hold still." Ghirahim concenrated on gathering his magic and getting the glass out. Link winced as all the glass was lifted from his hands, and widened his eyes as the glass floated over to the trash can.
"Wow." Link whispered then yawned. Link cuddled with Ghirahim in the man's arms, and Ghirahim couldn't help but to smile a small smile. Ghirahim wrapped Link's handes on bandages to stop the bleeding.
While the storm kept raging on, Link felt peace and slept. Every once in a while, a loud strike would wake Link up, but not for long. Ghirahim spent the rest of the night holding the boy and listening to windows burst and shatter. By morning, most of the windows were gone, there was water building up, and the rain was still pouring. Link woke up and looked around.
"What happened last night?" Link whispered.
"There was a really bad storm." Ghirahim sighed. "Stay away from the broken windows." Link nodded and jumped when a faint strike of thunder sounded.
"It's still going?" Link yawned and stretched.
"Yep. But it's safe to go outside now at least." Link stood up and walked to his bedroom.
"Everything's wet!" Link complained. Ghirahim looked into the room. Link wasn't lying. Puddles of water were everywhere, the desk, bed, everything was soaked.
"I don't have anything but my pull-ups now." Link sighed. Good thing they put the pull-ups in the hallway closet.
"I can throw your clothes in the dryer, and for now, you'll just have to run around in your pajamas."
"Ok." Link sighed. They ate breakfast, (which was just more of the green fruit,) and they then got to work sealing the windows.
Link was in charge of getting more wood and getting nails. Ghirahim would pound the wood to the window frames to keep out the rain.
"I want to try!" Link jumped up and down.
"Not until your older."
"Oh come on!"
"No Link. You could hurt yourself pretty badly."
"No I wont! You have to trust me because I can-"
"No Link! You are not using the hammer!"
"But-"
"End of discusion!" Link pouted for a mintue then left to the living room.
"I hate you." Link growled.
"Ok, I don't care." Ghirahim shruged.
"Well you should!" Link stomped his foot.
"Is someone tired?" Ghirahim taunted.
"No! I am not tired!" Link looked away.
"Go take a nap on the couch, you had a long night last night."
"I am not tired!"
"Then why are you so mad all of the sudden?"
"Because!"
"Link, go to sleep." Ghirahim started loosing his patience.
"No!"
"Now." Ghirahim turned to the boy.
"You stupid big jerk!"
SMACK!
Link's eyes widened as he lifted a hand to his cheek. Ghirahim's glare shrank to a shocked expression. There was a hand print from where Ghirahim struck Link. Link's eyes watered as he ran out the door.
"Link! Link wait! I'm sorry! Please come back! Link!" Ghirahim called out to the boy. He could faintly see Link run under a tree and climb up into it.
No, I'll leave him alone and he'll come back. I know he will. Ghirahim thought. He left the door open the rest of the day. By nightfall, the rain didn't let up at all, and the lightning was getting closer, more louder and frequent. Ghirahim bit his lip. He snapped a plate of cookies to existance, Link's Loftwing, a blanket, and Link's "sippy cup" full of warm milk. Ghirahim made a shield to protect him from the rain.
As he got closer, he heard the shivering breath of the boy. Ghirahim looked up to Link in the tree. The boy was shivering and trying not to fall out of the tree.
"L-Link?" Ghirahim bit his lip.
"What do you want?" Link groaned.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have hit you. Please come down before you get a cold."
"Why?" Link hung upside down from a tree branch. "Are you going to hit me again?" Link glared. His defiance was coming in.
"No and I am sorry. But don't make me get you from the tree." Link rolled his eyes, climbing back into the tree. "I have cookies, and milk, and your stuffed animal, and everything in your bedroom is completely dry." Ghirahim offered. Link hung back down, arms crossed.
"Go on." Link glanced at the plate of cookies.
"I am truely sorry Link." Ghirahim held out a cookie. "They're chocolate chip." Ghirahim waved a cookie in front of Link's face. Link smiled and jumped down from the tree.
"Come on. It's to cold out here anyways." Link smiled. Ghirahim threw the blanket over Link's shoulders and they walked back to the house. Link finished off the cookies and laid in bed with a new pull-up, and a new pair of pajamas. He sucked on his, "sippy cup" until he drifted off to sleep. Ghirahim smiled as he took the cup into the kitchen.
He was learning a lot of new things from his enemy.