A/N: Sooo wow, I got this up finally! I made so many adjustments, oh my stars, I'm just so excited for you guys to read this. I would absolutely love some feedback from you guys, so if you guys wouldn't mind leaving a review I would really appreciate it! Also! Extra points if you guys can guess the references in this chapter! Reward is a cookie! I've also started a writing side blog called complicatedwritings and I've already posted three GhiraKella oneshots on there an a reader insert supernatural oneshot, so you guy should definitely go an check that out! It's worth your while (probably.) ;) Enjoy!
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It was a beautiful day outside. Birds were singing. Kikwi's were hiding. Back on Skyloft today would've been the perfect day for flying. Days like this made Kella nothing but nostalgic for days when her biggest concern was making sure Groose didn't push her brother off of a cliff. She used to love days like this; she used to jump out of bed the first chance she got just for the opportunity to go flying with the rest of the island.
'But those days are over. She thought bitterly to herself. Her days were endless work. She had to get up at the crack of dawn to have time to eat before she started her cleaning and at noon Ghirahim always found her and teleported her to Faron where she would spend all day and night training. However no matter what she did or how hard she tried it was never enough. She was covered in scratches, her muscles ached, and her hands were covered in blisters. But it didn't seem to make any difference. All day everyday all she ever did was parry's and thrusts, but she was still stuck doing the same routine. All Ghirahim did was stand there watching her. She could feel his eyes on her at all times and it made her stomach flip every time she heard his voice rumble with some stupid comment or a chuckle that sent goose bumps up her spine, and every time she could feel his eyes tracking her like some sort of predator she couldn't help the uneasy feeling that followed her with his eyes. All he did was watch, criticize, and flirt.
"Something on your mind, darling?" She jumped at his voice. Although he had been there the whole time, Kella had been so lost in thought she had almost forgotten about him. Almost.
"Wha- No..." She mumbled focusing on what she was doing as she did her best to ignore him. She blocked the robots oncoming attack with ease and flicked her wrist to knock it off balance. She immediately thrusted forward, ignoring the familiar twinge in her stomach when she heard his approving laughter echo around her as the sword sunk into the soft mesh that covered the mechanical creatures torso.
"You're certainly getting very good at thrusting, my dear. If I didn't know any better I'd think you were trying to get my attention." She felt his breath on the nape of her neck and shivered as goose bumps quickly followed.
"Well it's a good thing you know me better then, isn't it?" She squirmed away from him, trying her best to be subtle. 'It's not like it'll help.' She thought to herself. 'He knows how uncomfortable I am with him being so close. That's why he does it.'
"Well, that's not my only motive for it." 'Shit' her body tensed up as she slowly turned to watch him.
"Then why-?" She broke off as he stepped in front of her, a sly smirk on his face. Eyes wide, Kella quickly backed away from him until her back hit the sharp bark of a tree.
"It's simple really." He smirked as he placed one hand next to her head, fingers lightly scraping at the bark as he leaned in closer and cupped her chin with his other hand. "You're reactions just fill my heart with rainbows." He whispered, his face mere inches from hers.
"Th-this... fuck... I-"Her mind was all foggy. She couldn't focus on anything and her heart was pounding so loudly in her ears that she thought it would deafen her. "I thought you were supposed to be helping me get strong enough to fight demons." Ghirahim stopped in his tracks lifting his eyes up from where they were studying her lips to meet her steady blue gaze.
"That was the deal, wasn't it?" He mused mostly to himself releasing her.
"I want to ask you something." She announced, stepping quickly outside of his range and walking back to the middle of the clearing to scoop up her practice sword.
"Oh?"
"What are we doing?" She turned her accusatory glare to him. "We've been at this for a month now! All you've had me do are "the basics", as you so eloquently put it. Even you have got to admit it's a little over done. I don't think I can even improve on this anymore!" She almost screamed to the heavens out of frustration as she stabbed her sword into the ground. "You can't say that this is all it takes to beat a demon because that is bull!"
"Skychild, I thought we settled this last time. I'm the teacher, and you have no place questioning me."
"That may be true if I was questioning stuff you're teaching me on but you haven't taught me anything! I agreed to this deal because I thought we'd be getting somewhere a lot sooner than this!"
Ghirahim's gaze flickered between her and the sword and he looked like he wanted to say something but he stopped himself. "Perhaps you're right." He seemed to purr the words out in a slow, careful voice. "Maybe I have been a bit," He paused, finger tapping his chin as he searched his extensive vocabulary for the right word. "Lenient, with you."
She recognized that look. It was one that she has grown well accustomed to. It was a look that the demon lord only got when he was planning something that nine out of ten times was very painful for her. 'Oh shit, okay deep breaths Kella.' She tried to calm the panic that seemed to overtake her blood stream and cause her heart to beat twice as fast.
"Oh, don't look so worried! We are under a truce after all." He smirked at her, hand on his hip as he eyed her up and down. "I'm going to teach you one of the most important things you could ever hope to learn from me, my Skychild."
She gripped the bottom of her tunic tightly to stop her hands from shaking before he noticed and made a comment, ignoring the fact that he had just called her his, as if she was a piece of property. 'I'll let it go for now.' She decided, straightening up to meet his gaze. "Oh, yeah? And what's that?"
"Ah, ah, ah." He tutted at her. "Patience, my dear." A loud snap echoed around the trees. Bouncing around the multiple surfaces in the clearing and reverberating back to them.
"What-" She broke off and quickly blocked the attack of the bokoblin as it suddenly appeared and started its attack. "Oh my goddess, what the fuck!?" She gasped, jumping back quickly to avoid the bokoblins sharp movements.
"Surely you know how to defeat an enemy as simple as this by now."
"Well, yeah, but-"She broke off as the bokoblin lunged towards her again. "I think I'll dub you Spike, the feisty bokoblin." She murmured, focusing completely on the task at hand, she dodged to the side, dragging her foot along the ground and darting behind the bokoblin, watching in amusement as the creature staggered a couple of steps before he spun around and charged for her again.
Spike was strong, that much was clear, but it wasn't as hard as she had imagined blocking his attacks and pushing him off balance. She was about the lung forward, sword perfectly lined up with his throat when she stopped. '... What am I doing?! There's a better way to handle this!' Her brief moment of hesitation was all Spike need to throw himself forward, slashing quickly at her delicate form. Thinking quickly and relying on instinct alone she lifted up her arm to protect her face and barely noticed the sting of pain from the sword as it connect with her skin. Adrenaline was the only thing she felt pumping through her veins when she spun away from him.
With a swift movement she brought up her sword and blocked his next attack, pushing against him with all her strength to knock him off balance again. He staggered back several steps and his grip on his sword lessened, enough so that Kella could see the perfect opportunity to disarm him. She used her own sword to push his to the ground and slammed her foot onto it, causing it to fall uselessly onto the ground at her feet.
She could feel Ghirahim's eyes watching her every move. She knew what he expected her to do. What he wanted her to do, but she had made a promise to herself, and she intended to keep it.
She kicked the weapon away from the bokoblin and spun on her toe, crashing her knee into his face, causing him to slump to the ground, unconscious.
"Oh, Skychild." She heard his sigh as he slowly approached her. "I had expected more, but I can't say I'm exactly surprised." Kella sighed, picking up her sword as she turned to face him.
"You-"She stopped. 'What can I even say? That he shouldn't judge me? Explain that stupid promise to the lord of all demons? Not happening.' Crossing her arms over her chest she refused to look at him, instead studying every intricate design of the hilt of the practice sword he had given her.
"It would seem that I have my work cut out form me." He smirked. "More than enough to keep me busy, I'd wager."
"The last lesson you taught me was a whole basics thing. What's this one then? How to deal with judgement from a demon?"
"Not at all." He purred. Stepping in front of her and grasping her shoulders tightly in his hands, squeezing them lightly as he tried to meet that enchanting gaze of hers. "I call this a lesson on mercy."
"What!?" Kella narrowed her eyes, finally looking him in the eye with fierce confusion on her face. "What kind of lesson is that?"
"It's exactly what it sounds like, my dear. You showed mercy to that creature just now. Why?"
"It wasn't mercy; I just don't want blood on this sword. Blood stains things, even swords, and I'd hate to ruin such a lovely design." She snapped, shrugging his hands off of her.
"Oh, really?"
"Yes, really!" She snapped, getting agitated by all this questioning.
"Now, why don't I believe you?"
"Ugh!" She growled out in frustration. "Okay, fine! Say it was mercy! What's so wrong with that?" She snapped, spinning around to face him head on.
"Too much mercy will kill you instead of your opponent." He answered simply, crossing his white gloved arms over his chest.
"You're actually talking to me about mercy? You?"
Ghirahim's eyes narrowed as he focused his dark eyes on her blue ones. "Kella..." He warned
"What!? You've done nothing but spare me! Show me mercy! How is this any different!?"
"Because I know I can defeat you!" He snapped suddenly.
"...What?" Kella blinked at him, dumbfounded.
"Personally, Skychild, I couldn't even begin to care one way or the other if you decide to spare or kill bokoblins," He shrugged, placing a hand on his hip as he flipped some hair out of his face, a confident grin ever present on his face. "However, I'm not particularly interested in wasting my time on training you to defeat demons if you're just going to spare them and kill yourself either way."
"I wouldn't be killing myself though!" She protested.
"Yes, you would!" Ghirahim suddenly snapped, fixing her with a piercing glare. "Other demons won't find you nearly as... entertaining as I do. They will not hesitate for one second before they cut you down. The second you spare them," He snapped his fingers in front of her face as he spoke. "The second you pull a stunt like you did just now, they'll trick you. They will trick and they will not think twice about stabbing you in the back the first chance they get."
For the briefest of moments Kella thought that he was actually...worried for her safety. 'Nah, I must be more tired than I thought, he is Ghirahim after all. He only cares about...Demise.' She mentally shook herself to release the thoughts that buzzed around her head. "That won't-"
"It will happen, Skychild." He snapped, gripping her shoulders tightly in his hands as he forced her to look at him, leaning down so he was eye level with her. "It will happen, and when it does I will have wasted my precious time trying to train you, just for you to give in to your foolish human emotions, which will only weaken you!"
"You just... don't get it, do you!?" She snapped suddenly.
"Get what?" He snapped, drawing himself up to his full height and crossing his arms over his chest.
"I've killed, Ghirahim! I thought..." She choked back a sob and tried to take a breath, terrified of the weakness she was showing in front of her enemy. "I thought they were stupid, and brainless, and I didn't realize..." She sighed, working hard to steel herself against the emotions that threatened to drown her from the inside. "It didn't connect with me that I was killing living things. Yeah, it may have been in self defense, but I got so used to the smell. I got so used to them screaming when I made that final blow that I just... didn't realize what I was doing." She spun around to hide her face from the lord quickly pinching her face to try and stop the tears from coming. "I made living beings into corpses. Yes, they were demons, and yes they weren't very intelligent, but obviously they were! They had kids, for Hylia's sake! I'm responsible for making countless demons orphans! I'm..." She stopped herself before the words passed from her lips, but the sentence still echoed around her head. 'I'm no better than those I've hated all my life.'
A slow, condescending set of claps echoed around the trees. "Well done, Skychild. That was truly a very touching speech." She spun around anger and hate burning in her eyes. "But I guarantee you that you won't be worrying too much about making demons orphans when you're, oh say, a corpse yourself?"
"You... Ugh!" She snarled throwing the sword at a nearby tree. "You just don't understand morals at all, do you!?"
"I understand them just fine." He smirked, leaning against a tree and tracing the silver blade of the sword, all the way up to the hilt. "I even feel them on the odd occasion when I've had too much to drink. Their sort of like gas." He smirked, eyeing her critically. "I'm going to tell you something that I learned a long time ago, so you better listen darling, and listen well." He pushed himself off of the tree trunk and approached her with long, impatient strides.
'Oh, my goddess.' Her thoughts were running wild. The fear was back, but there was something else she couldn't quite place. It was a different kind of emotion that left her feeling unsure of everything she'd ever been taught. Her heart was pounding in her ears and her pulse was racing as the tall, pale form of the demon lord grew closer.
"Morals mean nothing, nothing, if you're not around to practice them." His honesty was refreshing. Brutal, but refreshing.
"Fine." She snapped, looking away from him quickly. "Shit." She hissed as she noticed for the first time the cracked skin on her knuckles and the deep incision that ran up her forearm, leaving a long trail of blood all down her arm. She suddenly felt very faint. There seemed to be three Ghirahim's stood before her and a thousand trees surrounding them. She didn't even realize she was falling, she just felt light and like she was floating when her back suddenly connected with the hard ground.
"Get up, Kella." Ghirahim sneered; impatience and irritation clear in his eyes as he glared down at the dizzy human. 'Perhaps I haven't been lenient enough.' He mused to himself as he scanned her for a reaction.
"Shit." She hissed, rubbing deep circle into her temples. "I'm up, I'm up." She quickly, sitting up and trying to struggle to her feet. 'I can't show any weakness to him' Her thoughts seemed to scream at her to get up while her muscles pladed for her to lay back down.
Sighing exasperatedly, Ghirahim knelt down on his knees in front of her and gently pushed her back down with his finger. He had to admit, it was amusing how easily she went down. He could do anything he wanted right now and she wouldn't stop him. He shook his head quickly. 'That would hardly be a fair fight.'
He placed one hand on the small of her back to help her stay up as he pulled a wrap of gauze seemingly out of thin air, rolling his eyes at the foolish girl as he did so. He reached one hand across the front of her body to take her arm in his hand and started to reach forward to wipe the blood away with the gauze when she jerked back suddenly, eyeing him with distrust for his intent clear in her eyes. He fixed her with a steady stern glare, eyebrows raised as he locked eyes with her causing a shiver to pass through her body.
With a gentle sigh she relented, hesitating a brief moment longer as she let him take her arm in his hands. "Are you sure about this, my dear?" He questioned as he slowly taped the bottom of the bandage to her arm and started to wrap it around her wound, wiping trails of blood off of her arm with his finger as he went.
"About what?" She question, wincing slightly as the bandage covered the painful wound and started to wrap around her aching knuckles.
"This training." He said calmly. "Even you must know that you're not prepared for this. Deep down you must know that you aren't built for this kind of fighting." He mused, a sly smile spreading over his face as he started to wrap the bandage tightly around each individual finger to keep it secure.
"I'm positive." She said quickly as she watched him bandage her up. "I may not be built for this, but that doesn't mean I'm not prepared to try."
'And try you will.' The demon lord thought skeptically, a bitter expression on his face. 'Try you will.'
