"Don't mock me!" She yelled again as he turned his back to her, still laughing. "I think it looks good!" as she looked at herself in a puddle of water, but a frown appeared on her face. She saw her red eye appear through her bangs. Elliah could only see with her green eye, the red one was just a blur of red light, occasionally bringing her bits of her future. Her hand splashed the water and it distorted her reflection.

"Ahem." Ghirahim cleared his throat; he was gracefully sitting atop the pillar waiting.

Elliah looked at him, "I cannot believe," she teleported behind him, "how impatient you are."

"Why must you always go behind me?" Ghirahim growled, he did something rather surprising, his white gloved hands reached over and caught her under her arms and swung her onto the ground in front of him.

She definitely had the wind knocked out of her.

Ghirahim still sitting on the pillar, now put his foot on top of her stomach, not even looking at her. "I Win," he sighed, "can't you make it a little bit interesting for me?"

Elliah looked up at him, not enjoying the dominance he had at the moment, but she continued to lie there, waiting.

It had been at least a minute until Ghirahim's eyes finally looked down at her, "What are you doing?"

"Attacking your hair with my mind."

"That's unpleasant." He muttered, "You don't even have a weapon, you just have arms. I on the other hand have an extremely more superior weapon."

"That bulky piece of metal you swing around is considered superior?" She pushed his foot off of her stomach, applying enough force to bruise him in some way.

He felt the extra vigor in her push and he kicked her in the side for it.

"Alright, we'll play dirty!" Elliah yelled, jumping up and towards him, pushing them to the ground. "Pinned you. What's the great and powerful Ghirahim going to do now?" She growled it out, pushing his shoulders down into the floor of the Sealed Grounds.

Ghirahim teleported to the sky, of course she came with because they were physically touching one another, it was his way of 'dropping' her, but she teleported back to the ground.

"Come on, Ghirahim, is that all you got?" She was trying to provoke him. It was to once again evaluate him in his fighting capabilities when he was enraged.

"Whatever you try to do, it won't make this fight any more interesting than watching that paint dry. Which I find a lot more appealing than this." He lazily tossed his hand in her direction.

"Oh yeah?" Elliah challenged. Her hands began to clasp together as black metal began to shape into a sword from her hands.

Ghirahim watched her with a brief curiosity, she does have a sword, but is she any good with it?

The sword she wielded was a thin black rapier with a red gem in the hilt. Elliah stood in a pose that would strike a moblin senseless, "You didn't know that I have a sword did you?"

"I don't care; I just want to see how good you are with it." Ghirahim snapped his fingers and his larger sword appeared in his hands, they charged at the same time.

The swords met with a loud metallic clank, they were both pushing against each other, Elliah beginning to slide backwards in the dirt, she slammed her foot against Ghirahim's to stop him.

Ghirahim glared down at her, "Filthy peasant."

"Ooh, now the insults, I thought we were just training?"

"We are." Ghirahim flashed out his oddly long tongue.

"Agh!" That was one thing Elliah wasn't expecting, she faltered backwards, and he got the drop on her again.

This time Ghirahim teleported behind her, she felt his sword against her back, "Remember, you are not the only one who attacks from behind. You would be dead by now," he whispered playfully in her ear, his fingers rapping annoyingly on her shoulder.

Elliah frowned, "I figured you would have noticed that my sword is aimed at your heart, if you even have one."

He in fact did notnotice her blade at his chest, she wasn't even facing him and it was pointed directly at him.

Elliah was now the one who teleported behind him, "You're now dead, I win." She teleported a few yards in front of him to see his facial expression.

Ghirahim ran after her but she caught him in the chest, pushing him back.

"You've become weak." Elliah remembered doubting to train him that he might get too powerful, but as of right now, she figured she could squash him.

"I think you are emotionally unfit to battle or train, whatever you want to call it."

"You mean you are emotionally unfit?" She said it haughtily, now high upon herself.

"I may be prone to vulgar actions and an egregious temper. But me being an emotional rollercoaster is not something I register. I don't have any problems."

Elliah's defensive stance dropped, "You're wrong there, bro. Problem number one; me and problem number two; reviving your master. That's two problems. Care for me to continue?" Elliah saw Ghirahim's white lip twitch when she said your master.

"I am ordering you to never speak of my Master again, you petulant little freak."

Elliah's sword hit the ground bouncing a couple of times before it was still upon the earth. Ghirahim didn't need to finish his sentence. She'd heard the words enough in her lifetime, but hearing them again, just how they had all said it…it came flooding back to her. "You even sounded like them." She muttered her eye wider than usual. The words freak kept echoing in her mind, her hands went up to her head and she started screaming.

Ghirahim watched what she was displaying for him; he was near laughing at how insane she was. "Is this some past pain of yours?"

Of course she didn't hear him above her screams of anger.

Ghirahim couldn't make out a word she was saying until she inhaled a deep breath and screamed at him deliberately, "and damn you back to hell, Ghirahim!"

He stood there, "Anything else you want to get off your chest?" Now Ghirahim wasn't expecting her to rip off her shirt, but she did.

Fortunately for the sake of awkwardness, she had an undershirt. "Do you want to make your mark on me as well? They carved their names into my skin!" Elliah walked towards him, pointing at thin white scars of names all over her shoulders and chest. "And I couldn't even go out anymore or they'd beat me!"

"And you're telling me all of this why?" Ghirahim snarled.

"Because you called me a f-" Elliah couldn't even get the word out.

"Freak?" Ghirahim finished with a sly smile at the corner of his mouth.

Elliah attacked him like a deranged animal, clawing at his chest; she pushed him to the ground her hands wrapping around his throat.

However Ghirahim let her do it, just to see what she was capable of in her rage, he looked at her now bare shoulders, and whoever scarred her, deliberately put it where it could be covered. Cowards, he thought, why mark someone and not have it be shown?

Something small and wet hit Ghirahim's forehead, he looked up into her green eye. The purple war paint under her eyes were tear stained and another tear rolled off of her chin.

Elliah's hands became limp against his throat, and she put them to either side of his head. She sat on top of him.

Ghirahim groaned at the newly added weight upon his chest.

Trying not to sniff too hard. "And I just realized with the art you made over these months…well it was the story of how my village died. You were the start of the war; you and your hordes came to my village and burned it to the ground. Killing without thought."

He thought she was going to hit him again, but she smiled, a ruthless voice ripped from her chest.

"And by Gods I wish I was there. To see those people burn. To see their lives ripped from this earth. They deserve to die for all the pain they have caused me. If only they could see me now, the only survivor."

Ghirahim seemed to see a flash of a young girl who was once corrupted by her village afraid to show her face, but he now saw a horribly ruthless being ready to rip people from the world.

"You're horrible." He muttered under his breath.

She took it as a compliment and sat up, holding her hand out for him, Ghirahim grabbed it, "Oh and by the way, you killed the one person I ever loved in that village." She said it monotonously, looking him dead in the eyes, still firmly grasping his hand.

"Do I have permission to speak about your master?" she asked cunningly, releasing his hand and turning her back to him, walking towards his carvings.

He stalled, watching her, "I suppose."

"You killed someone of importance to me; importance like your master is to you." She touched the carving of Ghirahim's master.

That brought it into perspective for him; his pointed ear fell in what some would call dismay.

Elliah turned to face him, a small grin tugged at her lips, "Do you understand now?"

"Of course I understand." Ghirahim had growled it out; does she think I am a child?

The thin black blade of hers appeared in her hand, than she split it into two blades, throwing the second towards him. Ghirahim caught it in one swift and graceful movement.

"What I am about to show you will be something many people will be talking about years to come and hopefully years after this lifetime." Elliah gracefully walked towards him, sword balanced in the palm of her hand. "Have you ever caught a sword with two fingers while someone was swinging it full force at you?"

"You are a bit bipolar, you know that?" He was referring to how amazingly mad she got, then she started crying, and now she's ready to teach him something.

"According to my visions, so are you." She replied hastily. "You'll have to bear with me, as I am, oh what did you call it? An emotional roller coaster?"

Ghirahim scowled looking very peeved, "Are you going to teach me something, or continue dilly-dallying?"

The corner's of Elliah's lips turned upward in a twisted smile, she started to step backwards arms open, "Come at me, bro."

Ghirahim wanted to laugh at her malevolence, but he only sneered back at her. Ghirahim held the new black sword with agility, it was so much easier to handle. The sword even made black waves behind it depending on how you would swing it.

He lunged at her, sword ready to stab, but she only slapped the side of it away from her body, Elliah lunged onto her foot near enough to him to slap him. Which she did, making rivets of pain dance across his cheek. Ghirahim glared down at her, you've got to be kidding me…

Elliah felt a burn inside her stomach, damn that felt so good to do. She continued to watch his wrist's movement; it was the wrist that would give where he would swing the sword, away. Perfect. His wrist cocked to the left a bit, and he swung at her from the left.

Elliah caught the brandishing sword in between her pointer and middle fingers; she pulled it out of Ghirahim's grip, "See?" She through the sword behind him, "And now you are sword less. Try to steal mine from me."

Ghirahim knew how to watch the swing of someone's sword, the only part that mattered was actually catching it.

Elliah moved her wrist to the left but swung right, he was only expecting this type of movement from her; he was able to slap it away before it reached his shoulder.

"Well at least you defended yo-"

He slapped her as well, brown curly hair all whooshing in one direction. When she looked back at him, she looked deranged; there was water with a red tinge to it coming from the side of her red eye. "You hit my eye."

"Oops." He said the word insincerely.

Elliah's sword whistled through the air, and Ghirahim caught it miraculously between his fingers.

"Good!" Elliah said, pleased, but her hand crashed into his chest making him let go, "Next time take it from me," she growled.

She swung at him again, Ghirahim narrowly dodged the hit and he was unfortunately unable to attain the sword. He muttered something incoherent in his rage.

Elliah bounced around him; she cut through the air with the black rapier, making damn sure that Ghirahim wouldn't be able to get the sword, it almost hit the dirt.

But to her surprise, it got hung up on something before it could ever reverberate against the ground. Ghirahim was sitting on his heels, looking up and smiling enigmatically at her. The sword was captured between his fingers, when he performed the act of swiftly standing up; it surrendered into his awaiting palms.

Not only was Elliah past shock, but she was amazed he was able to crouch to the ground and get the sword within two inches of it hitting the earth. "You have performed many amazing feats, one of them being creating that timeline on the wall," her head nodded towards his carvings, "and doing what you just did."

The thought of complementing Elliah on something passed through his mind but he suppressed it quickly. He decided to continue gleaming at the captured sword instead; he had to hold back the desire to lick it as well.

"Again!" Elliah shouted, her hand clasped around the blade portion.

Ghirahim ran the sword down, just to see if she would even bleed. She actually winced and he saw a smear of red liquid against the black steel, but the sound of her recoil vanished and was replaced with a metallic pierce of blade on blade. He looked at her; her eyebrows were furrowed in anger. Ghirahim glanced at her hand she had transformed it into its matching metal twin.

"Give me my sword." She growled he never actually released his grip; she just ripped it from his hand. Her face gained composure again and her hand ran through her hair. "Again?" She asked.

Ghirahim merely nodded, avoiding making contact with her red colored eye.

Elliah slammed the sword forward, in a stabbing motion, and he effortlessly jumped backwards.

She watched him like a lioness would watch a baby gazelle, the thin black rapier became a blur in the air and it connected with Ghirahim's shoulder. Elliah's eyes grew wide in actual regret.

It was never meant to hit him. It was never supposed to hit him. He was supposed to dodge it.

He was supposed to catch the sword with his hand, not his shoulder, Elliah thought this out frantically. That means my vision was wrong!

Ghirahim had roared out in pain as he gripped his now bleeding shoulder, "You wretched little brat!" It seemed like something was growing inside of him, a larger demon capable of more evil, more brute strength, and if possible more…narcissism.

Elliah watched as his 'transformation' seemed to finish, his arms were decorated in black like her hand. He had black lines running down the left half of his body that you could see through his diamond cut outfit.

This. This was not what Elliah had wanted, she didn't remember this at all in her vision that happened earlier while they were fighting. Every day she was with Ghirahim she had all her visions lined up, she could predict it all, and she knew she would be safe. But this?

She was not ready for this, how could she evaluate him with this kind of rage? Ghirahim walked towards her with a gait similar to that of a feline.

He spoke the words huskily,"You will regret ever toying with me, Elliah."

Elliah teleported to the sword she had thrown on the ground moments ago, it formed back into her arm. She was going into this particular fight without a plan, and she always had devised some sort of blueprint.

Ghirahim seemed to let her gather her wits or at least that is what he thought she was doing.

Elliah braced herself for whatever was to come, if this was to be her death, she was definitely not expecting it to be at his hands. Not like this.

She made the first strike, Ghirahim caught the sword between his fingers and was ready to pry it from her hands but she punched him in the face.

He put his thumb and forefinger at the bridge of his nose, pinching it slightly. "Damn you."

Elliah had no intention of hitting him again, she would only block and defend. There was no way in hell she wanted to incite him to go into his third and final stage of anger.

Ghirahim had no need for a sword at the moment; all he had to do was use his arms as well. Which he sliced one through the air, she ducked and rolled around him.

However, his foot connected with her head and her roll was abruptly stopped. Elliah crouched on the ground, seeing the blood drip to the dirt along with the lighter tinged red liquid.

Oh Gods, she thought, that's why. The reason she didn't remember or see the other part of her vision was because Ghirahim had slapped her. He made parts of the liquid of her would be eye splash out across her cheek and temple. Every time a drop was spilled, that would be a drop she could no longer attain for future reference.

Before she could even think about getting up, she felt Ghirahim's black metal hand clutch a chunk of her hair and pull her up by it. Her feet were slowly losing their link with the ground. Elliah couldn't stop her red eye from watering. No, no, no, no!

Ghirahim looked up at her through his brown eyes, "Beg for your life," he spoke the words almost seductively.

"Ghirahim stop this foolishness!" She shouted.

It wasn't that he was listening to her; it was out of soreness in his arm that he released her back to the ground. He wanted her to beg for her life, it would be the only way he would reside back to his normality.

Well fuck him, I would rather die than be caught begging.

Elliah watched his arm swing at her again; she swung hers to block his. He repeated the same thing; he caught the sword a few inches off the ground, however before he could stand up…

Elliah's foot connected with his already hurt shoulder, it knocked him off his feet, and he fell to the dirt. She made her sword form back into her arm, which was ready to push against his neck.

Ghirahim was quicker in this state; he grabbed her arm and used it against her, pushing it and her backwards.

He was able to get a tiny whimper of pain from her lips; any sound of pain coming from her was worth the pain he went through to get there. It satisfied him in some sickening way.

Elliah witnessed how quickly their roles were being switched, her once the dominating one and now he was ruling over her. Literally.

Ghirahim was crouching over her, pushing her arm at an odd angle over her neck, was he trying to break it? She thought, there would be no way, it's made of metal. But that was all the more reason he wanted to choke her with it.

"Where do your little insults take you now?" He growled out. "Nowhere! They won't help you against me." He replaced her arm with his own hands, as seeing how it wasn't actually doing a sufficient enough job.

Elliah's own metallic hands tried to rip at his, but it only made metallic scratches.

"Keep trying it, I bet you'll get some damage." He said mockingly.

"I…am…not…begging." She sputtered between gasping breaths, she could feel water from both of her eyes roll down her face. She tried to shove her arm in Ghirahim's face but she was only inches away.

His tongue ran along her black arm much like he would lick a sword.

She retracted her arm immediately, "You-"

"What?" He laughed, pushing her head deeper into the dirt. Ghirahim felt her involuntary leg twitch beneath him. He saw that her face was beginning to turn purple, so he released some pressure, not wanting to kill her yet.

Why do that when you can play with their mind for awhile?

"Ghira-"

But he cut her off, "Look at all these little marks people have put on you." He was referring to all her little white scars decorated over her shoulders. "I should put my mark on you, but where?" Ghirahim's hand reached down at her belt and he tugged at it, roughly. He looked back at her face, it was written all over it;

fear.

She really thought he would do what some human men would do their women? Ghirahim was so ecstatic that he had broken through her rough façade. He leaned his head down to her ear and he whispered, "Beg."

Elliah inhaled deeply, he had released all the pressure he put on her throat. Her head turned to face his awaiting ear for her pleading voice.

"Please." She started, Elliah's hand reached down to her knee, he didn't notice. She bled the black metal from her hand into her knee, "don't" she continued. Elliah kicked her knee up; she knew exactly where she hit him. She could hear him groaning in pain. Her metallic hand clasped around his back.

She bit at his ear, "Ever."

Her human hand returned to her knee, making her arm metallic again it now joined the placement of her other hand.

With all the strength she had left, she threw him off of her and kicked up with her legs, landing perfectly. "Do that again!" She growled in rage, her hand pointing back at him, as if to reassure herself.

Ghirahim looked up at her, he was leaning on his elbow for strength to slowly get up.

"The only reason you are still alive is because you are not meant to die by my hand!" Elliah's voice cracked almost in tears. "You make me not want to come back and train you any longer. You are lucky I am much more forgiving than you." Elliah spat at the ground in disgust. Elliah honestly threw both of her swords at him.

They landed a few inches from his head and the side of his chest, he glared at the black weapons.

"Just so you know I am coming back. Oh and don't even try to lift them out of the ground." And with that Elliah teleported away.

A/N: they pretty much both have psychotic break downs annnnnd SEXUAL TENSION bahahaha...Thank you all for waiting for the update, i thought i was going to get a lot done over the weekend but i ended up being busier than i thought. So, i hope you enjoyed, and don't forget to review! By the way, I love everyone's reviews and I normally message everyone back, but if i forgot someone, I am sorry~ but thank you! All y'all reviews are AMAZING! :D 3