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Ghirahim tried to concentrate. If he concentrated herd enough he would be able to see the real world and what Link was doing. This was always becoming more difficult to do and sometimes he could only catch a glimpse of what was going on. He could feel that his sword had been partially restore, but it wasn't as magnificent as it used to be. It made him feel a little stronger and more hopeful though. Maybe skychild could do this after all. But if he did what would Ghirahim do after? His master was gone, so he had no one to serve. In fact, his whole tribe was long gone, he had no one. What was his purpose now? He supposed that he and Link could pick up where they left off before fate had got in the way. The boy had obviously not forgotten about what had happened between them, even though it felt like a thousand years ago.

Weary after another day of trying (and unfortunately failing) to hunt down the spirit maiden, Ghirahim walked through deep Faron woods towards his home for a well deserved rest. He was in a bad mood, but this changed when he saw movement between the trees. He clicked his fingers and hid himself in a tree as the skychild walked by. It was already dark and Link felt a little lost. He knew it was no use wandering around, hoping to come across a bird statue to send him home so he was looking for a safe place to spend the night. Ghirahim followed him silently through the treetops using his magic, 'This could be fun.' He thought to himself.

Without warning, Ghirahim jumped down from a tree in front of Link, making him jump. Before he had a chance to unsheathe his sword it was in Ghirahim's hands. "What do we have here? Isn't it past your bedtime skychild? A soft little boy like you shouldn't be wandering around at night."
Link scowled and lunged for his sword but Ghirahim vanished and reappeared behind him. He tightly wrapped an arm around Link's waist, stopping the hero from getting away despite his struggling. He pressed Link's sword against the skychild's neck.

"That's very rude of you skychild. Don't you know not to snatch things?" He whispered in Link's ear before he caressed it gently with his tongue.

A strange impulse suddenly seized Ghirahim. He knew exactly what he wanted to do with the skychild, something that he wanted to do for a long time without realising it. Hardly paying attention to what he was doing, he spun Link around to look him in the eye. He kept an arm still around Link, who noticed that something about the demon seemed different, less threatening. He didn't have mush time to consider this though, as in the next minute Ghirahim had placed his lips on Link's. Link was so surprised by the kiss that he thought that he was dreaming and Ghirahim was equally surprised when the boy kissed back. Ghirahim dropped the sword which fell to the floor with a clatter that went unnoticed.

Eventually they pulled apart. Link looked at the demon in shock. "W..what just happened?"

Ghirahim shrugged, as if he regularly kissed his worst enemies without any explanation. "Does it matter skychild?"

"Um...yes it does. I thought you want to kill me." Was this one of the demon's mind games? Link wasn't sure but he had to admit it had felt good.

Ghirahim smirked. "That is my purpose but in this place skychild we will forget our destinies for a moment. Here you are not the Goddess's chosen hero and I am not my master's servant. Do you understand me?"

Link shook his head in confusion.

Ghirahim sighed irritably. "Let me explain this in a way that you can understand. We can't be together for obvious reasons. We have to be enemies as long as we both live. As long as their is hope that I can revive my master, which is something that I must do. But here we can pretend that we aren't enemies for now. We can do what we like, skychild and pretend afterwards that it never happened."

Link thought about this for a moment before he kissed the demon again. "We don't have to be enemies."

"You don't understand. I'm a sword spirit, I am bound by my master and only he has the power to break such a bond. Besides in the end , in the final battle one of us will die."

"I'll find a way so it it doesn't end like that, I promise." Determination sparkled in Link's eyes as Ghirahim held him close. They stayed that way for most of the night, simply holding onto each other as if no one else existed in the whole world.

That memory was sweet and painful for both Ghirahim and Link. It was especially painful for Link who could think of nothing else as he headed to the first flame, which happened to be Faron's flame, near to where they had had their first kiss. Ghirahim could just about see him in the corner of his mind's eye as he made his way through Faron woods, with Zelda at his side. The spirit maiden's willingness to help surprised the demon. Then again he knew that she would probably do anything for her beloved hero, even if it meant helping the demon who had kidnapped her. There was nothing that Ghirahim could do now, he knew that and all that he could do was leave his fate in Link's hands.