Ch.8-What friends do
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It was several minutes past 6:30 and when Link wasn't jumped by Ghirahim like every other morning, he became a bit worried (but more so relieved) and decided to check up on the teen to make sure he was awake.
Link didn't go past the threshold as he opened the door to Ghirahim's room, spotting the white-haired teen with his back to him, curled up in a ball on his bed with his blankets at the foot of the bed.
"G-Ghirahim…" Link said quietly, hoping the teen was at least awake enough to hear him. "It's time for school."
Ghirahim shifted and Link thought he was going to get up, but the teen merely waved him away before curling up further if it was possible.
Link huffed, annoyed at the dismissal, and said louder, "You have to wake up, Ghirahim!"
Link expected to be ignored again, but became surprised when the sleeping teen flipped him off.
Getting a bit aggravated with Ghirahim, Link growled, "If you don't wake up, I swear I'm gonna—"
The blonde stopped when something stung his cheek then slowly touched it, pulling his hand back a few seconds later to see blood on his fingertips.
Horrified, he instantly whipped his head around to look behind him and saw a knife embedded in the wall across from him, a trembling Crona standing a few inches away from it, obviously just as surprised as Link.
Link looked back at Ghirahim to see the teen halfway sitting up, his right arm still outstretched, glaring murderously at him.
Ghirahim grabbed the covers at the end of his bed and pulled them over his head as he flopped back down, resuming his interrupted sleep.
Link sighed, knowing that he was never going to get Ghirahim up on his own.
"I didn't want to do this," he muttered as he turned and began heading down the nearby stairs, "but I'm getting Zelda."
When they had been younger, Zelda had always gotten Link, who was never a morning person, up.
Link knew she would be able to do the same to Ghirahim.
"Zelda," Link knocked on the closed door that lead to Zelda and Impa's room, "I need your help with something."
A few seconds later, the door opened and Zelda, already dressed for school, stood at the threshold.
"Hey, Lin—oh, my god, what happened to your face?"
Link touched the cut on his cheek, the blood already drying, and smiled a little.
"That's why I need you. Ghirahim won't wake up. I tried to, but he threw a knife at me."
"He threw a knife at you? !"
"He got my cheek."
"What if he missed and got your head or something?"
"I think he knew what he was doing."
"But still…"
As Link and Zelda continued to talk, they never noticed the tall figure walk past them.
"Anyway, think you can do it?" Link asked as he began to head toward the stairs.
"Yeah, I think I can," Zelda grinned as she trotted after Link, putting her hands behind her back, "besides it was so much fun waking you up in the morning when we were young."
"Jumping on me and shouting in my ear was not my definition of 'fun'."
"Get the bloody 'ell up!"
The two Hylian stopped just as Ghirahim crashed into the wall beside them and slid to the ground.
Ghirahim rubbed his head with a groan, the ends of his hair dripping with water, before he glared ahead of him as he yelled, "What in the name of Asura was that for? !"
Zelda and Link looked beside them to see a very furious Impa standing at the entrance to Ghirahim's room, a bucket in her right hand.
"It's time for school," Impa said, her expression instantly returning to a neutral gaze, "so you have to get up."
"You didn't have to dump water on me and then throw me out of my room!" the white-haired teen protested as he stood up, raking his hands through is bang, "now it's going to take hours for my hair to dry."
"Stop being a wussy."
"Only if you do," Ghirahim countered with a smirk before he rapidly ducked down as the bucket was thrown at him, "hah, miss—"
Before Ghirahim could react, Impa put an arm around his throat before pinning his arms behind him.
Both Link and Zelda began to laugh as Impa and Ghirahim continued to try and immobilize the other.
As Fi came up to the group with a mildly annoyed, "What's going on?" a figure watched them with narrowed golden-brown eyes.
"So, the newbie thinks he can just weasel up to them, huh?" a low, husky voice muttered. "I don't think so."
Ghirahim was glad that his hair dried faster than expected and hadn't become tangled or frizzy.
Zelda had put a bandage on the cut Ghirahim had created before class so people didn't wonder what happened; it wasn't uncommon for Meister or weapons to have bandages, but it would raise questions if one came to class with a fresh cut.
It was lunchtime and Ghirahim was deciding to find something to eat by himself instead of with Link and the others; he was going to head to Deathbucks for lunch since they had delicious sandwiches.
"Hey, new kid."
Ghirahim was suddenly pushed against a wall, the impact causing him to drop his books as three people surrounded him.
The one in the middle was just a few inches taller than Link with a red pompadour and golden-brown eyes. He wore dark blue jeans and a red T-shirt that clung to his muscled chest.
The male to Ghirahim's left was only five foot with blue-purple hair, black eyes, and wearing black cargo shorts and a navy blue T-shirt with a gold bird on the front.
The last male was the tallest in the group, a tall six two, with blond hair shaped into a bowl cut, dull blue-grey eyes, and a round nose. He had on brown cargo pants and a green T-shirt with gold and brown lines zig-zagging through it in a strange pattern.
Ghirahim turned his head away as the red-head leaned closer to him, hands on his hips.
"So, you're all buddy-buddy with Link and Zelda, huh?"
"Your hair disgusts me. Please remove yourself."
The red-head became offended and backed up, comfortingly combing the….rat thing nested on his head.
"Who are you anyway?" Ghirahim asked, relaxing slightly when the red-head wasn't in his face anymore.
"I'm Groose," the red-head pointed to himself and Ghirahim was reminded of Black Star, "and this is my partner, Cawlin."
The dark-haired teen waved.
"And our buddy, Strich."
The tall blonde waved as well, but a bit less enthusiastic than Cawlin.
"We rule the school here, if you didn't know that, and I don't take kindly—"
"The spot's taken."
Groose blinked in surprise as Ghirahim began gathering his books.
"What?"
"Ruling the school," Ghirahim glanced up at Groose as he picked up his last book and straightened, "it's taken by Black Star."
Groose scowled and grabbed the front of Ghirahim's shirt, causing the teen to drop his books again, and pushed him back against the wall.
"I know that!" he snapped as Ghirahim rubbed the back of his head where it had connected with the wall.
"He's like the vice-vice-vice ruler of the school," Cawlin said as Ghirahim began to grow annoyed with the three in front of him, "us and Groose were here first."
"What do you want with me?" Ghirahim sighed, getting tired with the games. "I am very busy."
"Stay away from Link and Zelda, outsider," Groose leaned closer to Ghirahim to make himself clear, "you don't belong here. I can tell just by looking at you that you're not what you say you are."
Ghirahim turned his head away, a displeased expression his face, as he quietly summoned a dagger behind his back, ready to use it in case Groose didn't back off within the next few seconds.
"So stay away from them," Groose pushed against Ghirahim's chest once more as he and his lackeys backed up, "or you'll regret it."
Ghirahim scowled as Groose, Cawlin, and Strich walked away before he rubbed lightly at the diamond beneath his left eye when it began to burn slightly.
He bent down, picking up his books, and continued on his way to Deathbucks, his annoyance slowly subsiding.
Throughout the rest of the day, Ghirahim found himself the victim of Groose's attention, whether he was near Link and Zelda or not.
He would get tripped on the way to his desk, Groose having innocently stretched out his leg to get rid of a cramp, or had his books slid off his desk when he wasn't looking.
Ghirahim didn't complain to Stein or Shinigami-sama, deciding to just endure the childish game because he had endured much, much worse than what Groose and his lackeys were doing.
By the time class had ended, Ghirahim was rubbing furiously at the diamond beneath his eye, which always seemed to burn or itch when he was beginning to lose his patience.
"Hey, there, albino," a familiar voice said as they shoved Ghirahim against a nearby wall.
Ghirahim scowled as Groose and his cohorts surrounded him once again and began to scratch at the diamond in an attempt to stop the itching.
"You just don't listen, huh?" Groose asked and Ghirahim pressed himself further against the wall, ready to kick the red-head and bolt. "Didn't I tell you to stay away from them, freak?"
"I can do whatever I want," Ghirahim growled, straightening so he was towering a few inches above Groose, "and that means if I want to be near Zelda and Link then I can do that."
"Think you're so tough just cause you beat the Star kid?" Groose grabbed the front of Ghirahim's shirt, yanking him closer. "Don't get so cocky. You're a Two-star and I'm a Three-star."
"Probably by threatening Shinigami-sama," Ghirahim muttered, glancing to the side.
"What was that?" Groose pulled the teen closer until their noses were almost touching. "You don't seem to understand what I'm telling you. Do you want us to do this the hard way?"
"I thought this was the hard way," Ghirahim drawled, tilting his head back in exasperation.
Groose's eyes widened in surprise before he raised his right hand, fingers already turned into a fist.
"That's it!"
"Groose!" a sharp voice suddenly rang out.
The three bullies twitched.
"Oh, no…" Cawlin muttered as he and Strich glanced behind them.
"It's Zelda."
Groose instantly released Ghirahim, pushing him back slightly, and turned to face Zelda who stopped just a foot away from him.
"Hey, Zelda," he said nervously, grinning apprehensively as he scratched the back of his neck.
He's scared of her? Ghirahim wondered in mild amusement as he began to gather his books.
"You weren't picking on Ghirahim, were you?" Zelda asked, her eyes sparking dangerously, showing she meant business.
"He tripped!" Groose quickly said, rapidly gathering the rest of Ghirahim's books, shoving them in his arms, and then putting an arm around the teen's shoulders. "I was just helping him pick them up! Right, boys?"
Cawlin and Strich both nodded hurriedly, muttering affirmatives, and Groose grinned back at Zelda.
"See?"
"He's our friend, Groose," Zelda growled, obviously not believing the red-head's lie, "so he's off limits to you and your bullies. Got it?"
Groose rapidly nodded, removing his arm from around Ghirahim and stepping away.
"Get out."
Impa, Link, and Fi stood nearby, watching as Groose and his lackeys fled with their tails between their legs.
The Sheikah gave a pleased smile as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"That's my girl."
Ghirahim sighed as he watched the three bullies run off.
"Thanks," he said, briefly pausing as he wondered what to call Zelda and when he couldn't think of something, he just ended with, "they were beginning to annoy me."
Zelda turned slightly and smiled, reminding Ghirahim of the almost serene look that Hylia had on the murals he had seen when he had been younger.
"It's no problem, Ghira," she said, a soft, ethereal voice hidden underneath her own, "that's what friends do."
Haha, yeah, Groose is now a typical school bully. XD And the only reason he's a Three-star is probably cause he's a bit stupid and has a hard head.
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