Author's note~!
Allo! I just wanted to thank everyone again for the reviews and support once again~! I won't go into specifics, 'cause you all know who you are! And with all ado, off you go and enjoy!
"Wait for me!" The small, white-haired child cried.
The other, slightly smaller with blue hair, ran away with a giggle. "You'll never catch me! You have to get faster if you want to keep up!"
"It's no fair!" The boy cried in frustration, stopping. "Everyone else is faster and stronger than me, even you!"
She stopped, then drew her legs up to her chest and levitated towards him. "You're so mad right now." She laughed, a bright grin shining on her face.
"Don't change the subject, Fi." He growled at her, causing her to emit more giggles.
"I'm sorry, but I can't help it!" She cried, then abruptly fell to the ground, rolling with laughter.
"You do realize that even if we
are twins, I still can beat you up." The small boy threatened.
She just squealed louder. "If you can ever catch me!"
The boy lunged for her just as she did a flip away from him. She then levitated from the ground and flew away, leaving him chasing after her. "Fi! Come back! That's not fair!"
The dream faded and Ghirahim opened his eyes slowly. The image of the small girl laughing playfully bounced around in his head. "So I know the truth that you will never tell." He muttered, closing his eyes again. If only we could still be that close.He thought glumly, then sat up in the crimson bed.
"I still have a lot I have to do today."
He wielded his black saber and touched the tip to the ground. After some brainstorming, he'd decided he'd make the place have a more homey feeling to it. He kept the tip of the blade on the metallic ground, and walked forward, curving it for the desired pattern. Each line was perfectly parallel to each other, and he supposed it was from being a sword spirit.
With a chuckle, he looked up and saw the same pattern repeated everywhere, up on walls and on the ground. Each one had a slight variation, but they were all exactly the same.
"Now it's time for the special effects." He said cheerily, and raised his hand into a snap.
The lines abruptly burst out red, shooting the light several feet out from their starting points. Ghirahim flinched at the light, but stayed put. After a few seconds, the lights dimmed, and slowly retreated back into the engravings. What was left was a slight glow, and it made the air around almost shimmer.
He grinned when he saw his earring. He reached up and grasped it, pulling it from his ear. It had a strange fluoresce to it, shining slightly a lighter shade of blue, like there was a light emitting from inside it. He played with it for a moment or two, admiring the beauty of it. Then he returned it to his ear, and walked forward, spinning his blade in one hand.
Looking up, he saw one of the smaller rocks in the air, with the black arches above it. There was a slight glow from it, much like the light source. Curious, he warped up to it.
What he found was a disgruntled sword spirit. "Fi?" He asked, seeming paranoid.
You've almost ruined this place, Ghirahim.
He winced, his hand going to his head once again as the saber dissipated into diamonds. "What?"
She sighed, then sent him another thought. This realm was supposed to be where one could banish evil, not let it thrive.
"Is that what I did?" He asked, a grimace appearing onto his face. Her brooding mood was already tearing down his mind. "Sorry."
"There is a 97% chance this place will never return to normal." She said aloud, evidently noticing the uncharacteristic apology.
He didn't respond immediately. "Is… Is there anything we can do to fix it?"
"As I have mentioned before, it is not within my capabilities to alter the appearance of this realm." She said, just as emotionless as a robot.
No, even the robots down at the desert gorge had more personality than her. Ghirahim noticed, still rubbing his head. "Fine. Is there anything I can do to help?" Everything within his being was appalled at the offer. But he stopped his feelings, remembering the dedication he had given to never follow his old master's footsteps.
Fi had noticed this also. "This is a very unusual offer from your being." She stated, and he could have sworn there was a small amount of surprise etched into the tone.
"Well, you'd better take it while you can." He muttered with an exasperated breath. "Only because I might just pass out right now."
"You used too much magic, more than your usual capabilities. I recommend rest, then we can discuss this issue."
"I won't be able to find you, like I haven't been able to for the past few days."
"I will come to your call." She said, then disappeared over the edge of the island. He lurched over the side, looking for her, but she was nowhere to be seen. "That's nice of her." He said, then groaned as his head began to pound. Yeah, she's right. I should just go take a few minutes to rest.He thought, then with a grimace, snapped to his own small island.
"So you think that bringing life other than civilization will create a more… 'secure' realm?" Ghirahim asked, using the other's words to get his point across.
"Yes." Fi approved, nodding slightly.
Ghirahim looked out over the edge of the isle, watching the black particles floating towards the sky. "So what kind of life?"
"Animalistic life." She stated.
He looked at her from the corner of his eyes. "Back to the simple sentences?" He asked, trying his best to not let his irritation through.
He felt a vibe of amusement ripple off her. "Yes."
He sighed. "Fine. I'll do all the talking then." He chewed his lip for a minute, brainstorming. "So, you think that we- I" he corrected himself. "I should bring in creatures like the Remlits here?"
Just a nod.
Closing his eyes, he managed out, "Alright. I guess I'll be back then." And before she could argue, he snapped his fingers and appeared in front of the portal.
Ghirahim looked around at the sky. It was daytime, and it about blinded him. "Maybe I should wait until dark to attempt to steal one of those devil creatures." He mused to himself.
He crossed his arms and began to pace. "No, that won't work." He muttered.
He turned and started in the opposite direction.
"Those creatures turn really rather evil at night. One wanted to claw my eyes out." He argued, starting to talk with his hands.
He turned again.
"But then again, if I go during the day, I run the chance of being seen."
Turn.
"And if I go at night, I might meet that yellow-clad boy again."
Turn.
"Which should I choose…?" He asked himself, stopping. He debated this for a minute, then sighed. "I have no choice, do I?"
He snapped his fingers and appeared on top of the waterfall again, peering down at the small island called Skyloft.
"No other way." He whispered, reassuring himself again. He raised his hand into the air, and swiped it to the left. The darkness returned to the sky, and it suddenly started to rain again.
The Skyloftians scurried around, running to their houses for shelter. The sight made Ghirahim smirk. If he couldn't seriously damage anyone, he could at least watch them panic, right? Right. He assured himself. It's not too evil.
He patiently sat atop the ground next to the running water, waiting for the people to fade into their houses. Just a small bit of time left. His smirk turned into a grin, the anticipation wearing away at him.
Author's note~!
Me: OOoo, Ghirahim you bad boy. *pokes*
Ghirahim: Don't touch me.
Me: Ahh… You won't even tell me what evil plans you have for the poor people of Skyloft?
Ghirahim: You know what? Why don't you go down there and see.
Me: I very well might just do that. *at readers* Aha! Sorry about that! Please leave a review! Every time you review, a Kikwi is saved! And you know how much Ghirahim loves his Kikwis, right?
Ghirahim: Wha…?
