The next chapter is on its way! Tomorrow is the day that school starts up again, so… SHIIIIIIITTTTT ._.
What is Ghira doing? Will he finally show some mercy to our blonde hero? Read and find out further information! We're back to Link's POV, because it's been that way for the majority of the fic. Thank u for your time!
I didn't ever intend to show my innocent side to Ghirahim, but I was so overwhelmed with feelings… What were the chances that reality would mimic my dreams? In those few moments, I felt like someone really cared dearly for my company, but I know that it could never last. Entering the kitchen and sitting on the floor was the action that started every day with breakfast, or what was left of it. I dragged myself down the wall and sighed, waiting for the barely-full plate to reach me. I was yanked from my depression by a hand jerking pulling my arm upwards.
"What are you doing?"
"B-but… it's like this every morning… W-what have I done wrong, master?"
"…Why, you don't know?"
I shook my head and tried to calm my pounding heart.
"You've placed yourself on the floor, child!"
"I-I'm sorry, I… What?"
"That doesn't seem fair, does it? Especially since you're the object of all my conversations." He sat me in a chair beside him and handed me a fork.
"What in the hell…?" I thought, staring at Ghirahim with cautious eyes. He sat with the two demons from a few nights ago, who couldn't seem to stop yammering on about the same subject: me. They seemed confused when they saw me at the table beside the Demon Lord, but they dared not say anything. After a moment of silence, he decided to make conversation.
"So… have you boys become fed up with your pitiful slaves yet?"
One of them answered back in a more-than-annoyed tone, "Ugh, have you ever tried to use one in quicksand?"
"…That seems to be one of the most unintelligent things I have ever heard… They're human, you realize that, right?"
"Well…" The demon's cheeks turned bright red as he looked at the floor, "yeah…"
I couldn't help but silently laugh. I tried to keep it hidden, but to no avail. Ghirahim saw this and looked at the two creatures across from him. "Look. You made him laugh! I order you to proceed with your dim-witted words, not that it'll be hard for you."
"It was a moment of weakness, dammit! I didn't know that they'd sink so quickly! Don't make fun of me! I didn't know…"
"…Didn't know? Ha! I'd assume that just by the name, quicksand makes objects sink quickly."
This earned another chuckle from me. "Dammit, Link, quit laughing! You hate these guys… don't you?"
"Your humiliation is amusing to the Skychild. I don't see why it wouldn't be. You never were the sharpest knife in the drawer."
"S-stop it!"
"Why?"
"B-because you're hurting my feelings!"
At this point, I had cleared my plate. I timidly pushed it to the side, hoping that I hadn't done anything wrong. I had somewhat forgotten how to eat at a table properly after so many months of eating on the floor. Ghirahim snapped his fingers and summoned a servant from the back room. He looked a bit familiar to me, but I knew he wasn't Ghirahim's.
"Who's is this?"
The smaller demon across from him spoke up, "He's one of mine."
"And he survived the explosion?"
"No, sir… He's Skyloftian…"
"Oh. I see. Then we won't get into detail about that."
The boy looked across the table and spotted me. He timidly whispered, "L-Link?"
Holy shit. "Cawlin?" I whispered back.
"Yeah, man. Which one of these is yours?"
I pointed behind me to Ghirahim, and the boy shuddered. "D-dude… Demon Lord Ghirahim?! That's their leader!"
"I know."
"Goddesses, you must have it good."
"Nah, worse."
"Serious?"
I nodded. It felt good to know that I wasn't the only Skyloftian left in this world, and social interaction was great, too. "Did anyone else survive?"
"What?"
"Cawlin… I need to know, did anyone else survive? Stritch? Karane? Keet?"
"…I don't think so, man."
"Just us?"
"Yeah…" He looked down and began to stare at me. "What in the hell are you wearing?"
"…I'd rather not talk about it."
"Alright… Oh, I gotta go. Don't wanna be in trouble, right?"
"RIGHT."
He nodded and took all the plates from the table, wiping the surface down before leaving the room. Ghirahim turned to me. "A Skyloftian… You knew him, didn't you?"
"I-I went to school with him…"
"Well, isn't it good to know that someone's alright?"
I nodded slowly, looking down at my hands.
"Now, now. Don't be upset…" The man kissed the top of my head gently before turning to the two demons across from him. "Be nice to that boy, understand? Don't do anything too rash to him, got it?"
"Yes, sir…"
"Good… I believe we're done here, yes? Let's go, Skychild."
I nodded, but my mind was spinning. Why was he being so nice? Who told him to care all of a sudden? Goddesses, I had SO many questions, but I couldn't ask them. The last time I had done so; I was abandoned and thrown onto the floor.
"We're taking a walk today. I'm sure you'll find this stroll a bit more… peaceful, than the last."
What did he mean? Was he going to hurt me? Was someone else going to hurt me? Or was he being truthful? Did he really mean it like it sounded? I guess I was going to find out, considering I'm obligated to do whatever he asks. I hope that Cawlin was ok, considering all the shit that the both of us had to put up with throughout the day. But enough about that. All I was aware of was the large double-doors parting, and the sudden burst of sunlight that poured into the room. Ghirahim grasped my hand (unlike any time before) and pulled me through, taking me into the warm, open air. For once, I seemed to hear the birds chirping, the tree leaves shimmying against each other, and the soft humming of the Demon Lord by my side.
Ghira and Link are going on a nice walk together. D'aww^^
These next few chapters are (most likely, I don't know myself lolol) going to be fluff and shit, so watch out for the Ghiralove!
The whole scenario between Ghirahim and that other demon was like…
Demon: S-stop it!
Ghira: Why?
Demon: B-because you're hurting my feelings!
Ghira: …Trololol~
Dear GOD this story is gonna have a crapload of chapters, I already know it is -_-