A/N: This chapter is pretty short in comparison to the ones that I've been putting out lately. But as my obsession with Ghirahim has been coming back at full force, I had to write something with him in it, even if it didn't progress the plot any. So yeah...this chapter is not one of my finest. Hopefully it's still enjoyed by my marvelous readers.

Happy reading!

Ghirahim found himself staring at the form of a Hylian girl off in the distance. She hadn't noticed him, for which he was oddly thankful for. Ghirahim wished that he knew why he seemed obsessed with her as of late. When the rest of his memory had returned from the day he foolishly allowed himself to be attacked, the demon concluded that it had to have been the ranch girl that had beaten him.

He had come here on more than one other occasion, but the first time he had come, he had planned to kill the wench for damaging his once-flawless face. But upon hearing her voice sing to that usual tune of hers…he had frozen. Something in him was stirring, and now he couldn't go for more than a few days without having to come back even for just a minute or two.

The demon lord sighed, wishing that he knew what was going on inside of him. He knew that he should go off and look for that hero, that boy, but…he didn't really want to leave his perch overlooking the meadow within the ranch walls. It was far too tempting to just sit and watch the young farmer all day, seeing her go about her daily routine.

Suddenly, Ghirahim froze. His eyes were locked on the farm girl, whom had turned her body in his direction and seemed to be staring right at him. He was too far away, though. She couldn't possible have managed to spot him…but her gaze didn't move. Ghirahim felt what he thought might be fear, but he had no idea as to how such a simple girl could cause him to feel such an emotion. He was a demon, and she just a petty human girl. If this was some spell that she had managed to be able to cast over him, he would stop her. He would make sure of that.

In a burst of red and yellow diamonds, Ghirahim moved from his perch atop the barn room and appeared only a few feet behind the young woman. From this distance, he could clearly see the way her work-dress failed to hide those luscious curves, and how her fiery red hair shone bright in the sun as she-

NO! I am Ghirahim, DEMON LORD of this Surface realm! I will not be made into a cowardly fool by such a pathetic mortal!

Ghirahim growled, his body twitching with anxious rage for his behavior. At the sound, the girl spun around, her fierce blue eyes widening at the sight of the demon before her.

"You, girl!" Ghirahim roared out, "What have you done to me?!"

"Nothing you didn't deserve for trying to eat me!" She spat. Ghirahim opened his mouth to snarl out a retort when his gaze snapped into a confused glare.

"Eat you?" He sneered. "I don't eat humans." The girl glared back at him with a fire of her own that would have startled the demon had he not already guessed that she was a ferocious woman already.

"Then what were you trying to do to me!? All of the other monsters out there want to do just that! Why should I assume that you were going to be any different?" Ghirahim felt his blood boil at being referred to as a monster. Oh, he was so much more than that. And he would show her exactly why she was wrong in calling him by such a lowly name…

"Girl…do you know who you're dealing with?" He growled out, his voice dripping with a deadly lust for bloodshed.

The girl put her hands on her hips and looked up into his endless brown eyes. "As a matter of fact, I do." Ghirahim looked at her bottom lip, sticking slightly out in her act of defiance. But as his keen eyes looked closer, he could see that the pink skin was quivering. His piercing gaze darted up to her blue eyes to find them shining with a fear that she tried to keep concealed. The demon lord felt a slow smirk rise to his lips. Not only did she know who he was, but she also knew to be afraid…

"Do you know why I'm here?" He couldn't hold back the sadistic excitement in his voice as he saw even the small amount of fear in her eyes. She nodded, the look in his eye and his tone of voice making it impossible for her to speak without having her voice shake. Ghirahim took a step closer, watching in delight as the girl took a careful step back. "Then tell me, girl…" Ghirahim disappeared, making the girl look around in a frantic need to find him.

"Why should I let you go unpunished?" Ghirahim reappeared directly behind her, pressing his cold lips to her pointed ear and gripping her shoulders with his slender hands.

But the girl freaked. In a panicked spasm, she flung her arms up and out, effectively slamming Ghirahim in his sore nose with her muscular arms. He cried out, backing away from her and holding both of his hands to the abused flesh. Fresh blood started to seep out of the opened wound in his head, and he pulled back his gloved hand, appalled at the sight of the red stain spreading across his fabric. He was about to strike the girl down that instant when something sparked in his mind.

He hadn't had a real challenge in ages. Not like this. Of course, there was that pesky hero that was constantly avoiding the demon lord, but that was a game of chase that the demon knew that he would eventually win. No…this girl had a fire in her. She was afraid, but it was rightfully placed, and that didn't stop her from facing the demon…it was an intriguing situation. Most Hylians that the demon encountered simply cowered in endless fear at the sight of him. And while such a sight did fill his heart to the brim with pride and satisfaction…a change of the usual proved to be a welcomed surprise.

Eyes narrowed, Ghirahim carefully studied the girl as she tried to cover her terror at what had happened with a false look of triumph. He supposed that he could let her go again…after all, he wouldn't get much satisfaction from just disposing of her. No, that wouldn't be fun at all.

"Girl…" he started.

"It's Malon."

Ghirahim looked at her in utter confusion. What was a 'malon'? It sounded unpleasant.

"What?"

"I have a name. It's Malon. And I'd appreciate if you could get that giant head of yours out of your arse long enough to at least listen to something that isn't the sound of your own haughty, nasally voice!" And with one last fiery look of distaste and fear, the girl spun around on her heel and marched all the way into the barn. Ghirahim stood dumbstruck, unknowing of what to do. Had she really insulted him to such a…degrading degree? It wasn't until the sharp sound of the door slamming brought the present back to Ghirahim and he realized that yes, she had.

It was that moment that Ghirahim would have pursued her and make her truly pay for her actions had he not been intrigued at how such a young woman could have so much fire in her while still fearing for her safety. But not only that…the demon lord was tired. He wished to return to the tower for at least a moment of solitude before his new 'master' called him forth to assign to him a new errand that would prove to be a waste of time when it was over. Ghirahim sighed inwardly. It would seem that even after seven years of faithful servitude, the reincarnation still did not trust the demon lord.

Without a moment's notice, the demon vanished from the premises. The field was quiet once more, although Ghirahim would return more than once to visit the mysterious farmer again and again.

He just didn't know it yet.