Hey there guys. I'd just like to say that I've received some constructive criticism, and that's all good. I mean, it's there to help you… But I do NOT enjoy checking my emails for reviews only to see that they are no help to me, only a few words that mean nothing. I knew that the story would get some discrimination because people who disregard the small things in the description, like, "rated M", don't realize that if they didn't or don't like it, they do not have to inform me of this.

*sigh* I'm sorry guys, but it seems that all the reviews I've been getting (with the exception of a few) have been put-downs. I'm just stressed, which is why chapter 21 hasn't come until now. -_- SO, where did we leave off?

Ghirahim has admitted love to Link, who has finally chosen to accept it, but are these "feelings" a charade? 0_0 I think things will get toned down because I've written too many chapters, and too many of them have been filled with sex and stuff… YEAH.

GAWD THIS IS SUCH A LONG A/N… But I'd like to clear up (for those of you that are disturbed by Link's new personality) that you're supposed to feel uncomfortable. He's supposed to make you feel uneasy, because some of Ghirahim has manifested inside of him, creating his devilish little dark form. He is, in fact, to answer an anon question, practicing Masochism, because I found that to be quite creepy. This is my awkward way of bringing feelings to life for the reader :D plz don't hurt me D':

Yes, we may continue on with the story… Here we go.

I felt unusually normal, breathing in clean air and awaking in a small room. The door was a few feet from where I laid. "Strange…" I thought to myself. What had happened overnight? Grasping my head with one hand, I blinked the fog out of my eyes to see the space clearer. It was pretty nice, with cobblestone flooring and different wallpaper. I didn't realize Ghirahim had this kind of taste. The bed sheets were green with white lining; the pillows soft and comfy. A sturdy table stood to the right of my resting place, accompanied by a cute little chair. The bookcase was what confused me a bit. Carvings of strange birds rested atop them, somehow in motion when you weren't watching them. In the dresser I found a blue rupee (something I haven't seen in a very long while) and some familiar clothing… But where was it from? Said clothing was short-sleeve, colored green. Chainmail rested on the bottom of the dresser, keeping it in place. A white undershirt was neatly folded on a shelf, one sleeve dangling off the edge. I pulled these three things out of the closet, putting them on the bed and proceeding to dig around in the wardrobe. Way in the back, I noticed something shining brightly. I pushed aside clothes and other things until I could see what it was. "What in the hell is a sword doing in here?" I reached for it, grasping it gently in my hands. I slumped over a bit; over the days with Ghirahim, I had weakened quite a lot.

"Master Link… Welcome back to us."

"W-What?" This was crazy. I was losing my mind for sure.

"Master… You have been gone quite a long time. I have waited for you."

"F-Fi?"

"Yes, Master, it is I. You have had a very traumatic experience and I would say that there is a 70% chance that what you require is rest."

"Oh fuck. Fi it is you, right? This isn't some sick joke, right? RIGHT?"

"You can never be too sure, Master…"

She faded from my sight into a puddle of black. I panicked, sprinting to the bed and grabbing hold of it with all my strength. It, too, began to fade and fall away from me. I called for help, but I wasn't too sure if I was going to get it. The world around me faded into a strange, broken-mirror-like universe, mimicking the one that I had fought Demise (and lost) in. Ghirahim appeared before me, holding the Master Sword in his hands teasingly.

"If you can get the sword, I'll let you go."

"YOU… I thought… I thought you loved me, you bastard!"

"Tsk, tsk... Never trust a demon's emotions. I thought you'd pass my test. What, with how resistant you'd been up until then. Such a sad boy… "Fi! Oh, Fi! Where's Fi? Oh I'm so miserable!"" He mocked me. I felt like crying, but I forced my tears back.

"Ghirahim, stop it!"

"Well, I would, but I'm waiting for you to grab this sword from my hands, so…"

"Quit!"

"Words won't earn you your prize…"

"Fuck you!"

He shook his head, "…Not even violent ones like that."

"So… this whole time, all of it has been a goddamn test?! The sex, the lies, the truth, EVERYTHING?!"

"Now you seem to be catching on."

I was furious. I wanted my revenge so badly. I wanted him to taste his own blood as he died. I had screwed myself by giving in, but right now, I didn't really know if Skyloft was gone or not. My rage blinded me and filled me with adrenaline. I tacked him to the ground, earning a strangled gasp.

"What in the world are you doing?!"

"You want to see what I've got? I'll show you… But I'm gonna kill you in the process!"

"You've gone mad! Calm down!"

"I'm tired of you fucking with me, and soon no one will ever know you existed!"

"Shut up! Get off of me!"

A veil of black covered my eyes, but I didn't realize that the color had literally invaded them. Ghirahim struggled underneath me. "I-I'll change! I can be flexible, Sky Child! I'll change!"

I paused. The thought of Ghirahim living amongst my people was kind of gross, but… I suddenly didn't want to kill him as much.

"We can put all this behind us! Don't… Don't hurt me."

My dilated eyes turned soft, but hardened again. I grabbed him by the throat, making it harder for him to speak.

"L-Link! I… I think I may have at a point actually felt genuine feelings for you, but I… I… I didn't admit it! S-stop! Please, don't do this!" He coughed up some blood, making me stop in my tracks. I thought that watching him die by my hand would feel good… but it didn't. It burned. My hands left his neck and fell to my sides.

"Sky Child… I think I did kind of… love you… Just a little… You grew on me, I guess. I wish you had shown this kind of power when you were with me… I- I just would like to request… one last kiss, if you would."

My eyes turned their original color, allowing me to see out of them again. Had I really done all this? "One last kiss…" Why? Why should I? After all he's done to me? Why?

"I do not wish to die… without getting what I desire…" A pained laugh escaped his throat. I began to feel my heart hurt and my stomach twist.

"Ghirahim… I-I'm-" He pressed a finger to my lips, motioning for me to be quiet.

"Don't apologize… Just one more kiss… One more… It won't hurt this time, I promise."

I nodded, leaning down and kissing his cold lips softly, savoring the moment and closing my eyes.

Ghirahim… I'm sorry… I'm sorry…

So, Ghira's dead… or IS he? I don't know yet. I feel like there needs to be an end to this story finally, and it's gonna be good. I don't know how many chapters it's gonna take, but this WILL somehow have a happy ending. I promise. Remember, if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all :)

I luv all you guys who kept reading. You're awesome!

-Hollow