A small noise sounded far away, too far to normally be heard. But oddly enough, he was able to hear it, and he could sense who it was. Ghirahim lay back in the small cot, with a large childish grin on his face. He was still a child, but an extremely powerful one. As he closed his eyes, he could sense where his friend was hiding.
But Fi, that's where you're wrong. The boy complained, his brow furrowing. I'm not tracking your thoughts, I'm still where you left me. I can see where you're at though. You're hiding in a cupboard, with the plates carefully stacked off to the side. You're in the house down the street to the left, the one that has the hole in its roof that hasn't been used in forever.
His companion paused for a second, then responded with a laugh. I guess you can see me. And it's your turn to hide now. The white-haired boy giggled as he slid from the bed.
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The sound of someone clearing their throat roused him from his thoughts. He abruptly jerked upwards, finding he was sound asleep on the rock-hard bed. Glancing up, he was met with Pipit's amused gaze.
"'Allo there." The boy laughed, taking in the other's disheveled expression.
Ghirahim rubbed his eyes, hoping to clear away the fogginess of sleep. "Hello." He muttered, then sighed. "Night time yet?"
"No, not yet. I just dropped by to say that I didn't find any of the Remlit food in the bazaar. We're going to need to drop by professor Horwell's room to get the food he uses for Mia."
"Who…?" Ghirahim asked, the sounds of the dream still echoing through his mind.
"Don't worry about it. There's just a few hours left until you can leave."
"Fine." Ghirahim grunted, then leaned against the wall as the boy left. What was it with that dream again? He asked himself, feeling slightly scatterbrained. He shook his head, attempting to clear it. "Oh yea…" He muttered, furrowing his brow. How was I able to see into the shadows like that? He thought to himself, confused. He let out another sigh. Maybe that will come back to me later.
He sat there on the bed, and fiddled with the closest thing near him. It was a writing utensil of some sort, and it felt like wood. He rubbed his gloved finger on the tip, then grimaced as it left a grey streak on the white. He let out a soft groan at the sight. Now it's going to be stained forever…
He put the pencil back, then got up and rummaged through the desk. There were pictures of Pipit with some woman, and Ghirahim supposed she was his mother. She looked very nice and put together, not at all reflecting on the house.
Speaking of which, he pulled out a feather duster from a drawer. He looked at it, then shuddered. It wasn't the fact of the filth that was on it or around him, but rather, the fact that it had once been on a bird.
There had been a time when he had loved the feathered giants, or even cuddled their smaller cousins. But after a near experience from losing his hand to an angry one, he'd feared them ever since. He'd scoffed at that, though, and tried to make himself not so afraid of them. It was when you were very young. It wasn't trying to eat you. He told himself now, but it did nothing to rid him of the uneasiness he felt while holding the feathers.
His gaze fell on a book, and he pulled it closer to him. Upon investigation, he found it to be a small workbook. Normally, he'd toss them aside, but he was beginning to become bored again, so he took up the strange wooden device and began to work. Most of the questions were easy, things he'd known about since he'd even met Demise, but others he had to wrack his mind to find.
The sounds of the small utensil scratching on the paper filled his small corner, and soon he lost track of time. A new noise alerted him, and his pointed ear perked upward.
A small feminine groan escaped the person in the house, and he heard a chair squeak.
He froze. He wasn't expecting someone to enter the house, least of all someone who could live in such an environment. He quietly got to his feet, and put the book back. He thanked the sky-child for giving him practice at being so light-footed. He peeked around the tarp separating the two rooms, and saw a dark haired woman lounging in a chair. She faced the opposite direction, and Ghirahim felt his muscles relax. But his mind was going a mile a minute.
He made his way back to the bed and sat on the edge of it, ready to hide if necessary. He eyed the area below the desk, realizing he could fit under there if need be. He let out a quiet breath, not realizing he'd been holding it.
The door to the house opened and closed again, and he turned his head towards the sound.
"Oh hello, Link." The woman said, apparently happy.
A chill went down Ghirahim's spine. Link? What's he got to do here?
Quickly, he quietly maneuvered his way under the desk.
"So, if you wish, you can begin!"
Begin what?
It wasn't long before he heard the telltale sounds of the gust bellows echoing off the walls. You've got to be kidding me. Ghirahim growled mentally, glowering at the crack between the floor and the blanket. A bit of dust flew up from under there, and mingled in the air in front of him.
His nose began to tickle. There was an abrupt crash on the other side of the blanket, like glass breaking.
Oh no.
He clenched his teeth, attempting to hold the urge down.
Please no. Please don't.
He inhaled, and just as he sneezed there was a loud shout from the front of the house.
"Link? What exactly are you doing?"
"Pipit?" The woman asked, startled.
"Mother! You can not be serious!" He heard Pipit's angry voice. "Making Link do all these chores after he rescued Zelda from the surface? The guy needs a break every now and then, ya know?"
Ghirahim heard the woman let out a soft sigh.
"And Link. You know how I feel about this. Please don't continue to clean this house for my mom. She has to learn to do it herself someday." The boy sighed. "Now the two of you. Out. I need to clean up the plates that broke."
"Sorry Pipit." Ghirahim heard Link say, then heard two pairs of footsteps exit the house.
He shifted, then was scooting out from under the desk as the curtain was swept aside. "Well well, fancy meeting you here." Ghirahim muttered to the other.
"Same at cha. So, since you can use your warping abilities…"
"You want me to teleport out of here?" Ghirahim asked, raising his brow. He felt the fury from his previous state of mind begin to bubble in his chest.
"Just so no one sees you. Warp under the bridge or some place like that."
Ghirahim reassured himself that the boy was just there to help. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers together, and then heard as splash as his feet landed in water. "Underneath the bridge…" he growled, and swam back to the shore. "Very funny."
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Ghirahim leaned his back against the wall, and listened carefully to the conversation on the other side of the door. Pipit was trying to convince the teacher to give him an abundance of food for a litter of Remlits. It seemed as thought the man was slowly giving in.
With a quick chuckle and goodbye, Pipit walked out of the room, then turned to Ghirahim and shoved the bag into his arms. "Thanks?" Ghirahim said, raising his eyebrows at the forward gesture.
"Mhm." Pipit hummed, then started to walk away.
Abruptly uneasy, the other caught up with him. "Wait a second. Just where are you going?"
"Patrol."
"A-and you're just leaving me to struggle with this bag?" Ghirahim asked, pulling the sack higher, attempting to get a better grip on it.
"Yup."
With a sigh, Ghirahim snapped his fingers and the bag disappeared. Then, he reached out and grabbed the sleeve of the other. "What's you're deal?" He growled, his tone becoming menacing.
Pipit shrugged it off. "No reason."
Ghirahim cleared his throat.
"Fine. Just follow me."
-
They leaned against the wall of the outside of the building. "What's your problem now?" Ghirahim asked tiredly.
"Well I've had this running through my mind… But that first night…"
Ghirahim rolled his eyes. "Yes?"
"You said something like you love to devour the hearts of boys' like mine."
"In that state, yes." Ghirahim sighed, looking away.
"Are… Are you gay?"
He abruptly sputtered, then turned to the boy in shock. "Wh-what the hell? Of course not!"
Pipit put his hand to his forehead. "That saying… Your flamboyant clothes… Hairstyle and makeup…"
"It was me on high with no sleep for three days, this is fashion and people would die for this hair!" He hissed, putting his hands on his hips. "And this is not makeup!"
"What ever you say." Pipit said sarcastically, then waved it off. "I really should be getting back to my patrol."
With a grumble, Ghirahim stalked away.
Pipit smirked. "Well, bye then."
"Sure." Ghirahim growled back, his anger boiling in his veins. He's very lucky I'm withdrawn from my older self now. He would've been begging at my feet for mercy. He sighed. There's nothing that can help that now. Look to the future…
Author's note~!
Just a quick thanks to all who read~ And this chapter fought me to the end. -.-
Still some friendship between the two, even if this entire chapter was just for what happened at the very end. ^^; Heh, oops. Got a tad carried away.
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