Long were the days that Fi spent in service to her master, Link. Since fate awoke her to serve, she had guided and advised the blond Hero chosen by the Goddess. Her corporeal form was known to the teen, and she made no effort to hide the serious, analytic nature required for her role.
But she wasn't the only spirit created to dwell inside a sacred blade. From the moment Link encountered the demon lord, Ghirahim, Fi was on guard. The Hero could not know the truth until the time was right, but that didn't prevent her from conversing telepathically with her counterpart during earlier battles.
Ghirahim, for his part, was cunning. He flirted and insulted, parried and dodged Fi's strikes with ease. Until the time to reveal his true nature, he had no reason to put on airs in front of the blue spirit. She fascinated him. He took delight in circling around her, studying the movements she made... Until Link proved himself to be stronger than the demon sword spirit.
Fi hid the amusement that stirred within her at the outrage Ghirahim exuded. Humiliation was not an emotion she was acquainted with, but based on the reactions from him, it was most unpleasant. He needed time to recover from his defeat before being used by his master, Demise.
She ensured Link returned to the skies to obtain additional potions and restored his stamina before allowing him to enter the realm for the final battle against the ancient evil. The blond Hero showed no fear as he was plunged into darkness.
"Back again so soon, Bluebird?" Ghirahim taunted within her mind. "It would be a shame to miss out on a civilized battle while our masters spar."
"According to my calculations, there is a 47% possibility that you will prevail over me should such a combat transpire," Fi countered. "Should you choose to proceed, defeat is likely to occur."
"How droll that you think your magic is superior to Lord Ghirahim!"
"My calculations are impeccable and incapable of error," Fi replied blandly. "If a duel is your desire, utilizing our physical forms is impossible for the duration of the legendary battle."
"Hahahaha! Who said anything about our physical forms? Spirit form is more than adequate. Are you capable of multitasking to assist your pathetic master while engaging in magical combat with me?" Ghirahim challenged.
"I will accomplish the task I was created for by the goddess in addition to providing the combat you have requested, Ghirahim."
"Oh, this shall be grand! Come, join me in the skies, Bluebird."
When the Hero faced off against the Demon King, Fi took on her spirit form unseen in the clouds above.
"It's simply adorable that you kept me waiting, dearie. Shall we dance?"
Fi's head tilted, and she took in the lanky form of the demon sword posing on a cloud a dozen paces away. "It was my understanding that you wished to engage in combat, not dance. Is a duel not your goal?"
Ghirahim snickered, then broke into a full chuckle. "Oh, Fi. You haven't changed at all since the day of your creation. Still the same, naive, overly graceful spirit."
Fi blinked at him. "You avoided responding to the question."
"On the contrary, I have chosen to wait until a more opportune moment to divulge my true purposes. Surely you don't need a reason to fight beyond the challenge I have offered."
"No, Lord Ghirahim. We shall fight. I detect a 40% probability that you will prevail in this combat."
He lifted an eyebrow. "Wasn't that higher moments ago?"
"That is correct. The more time wasted in dialogue has reduced the chances you have for overcoming me." Fi leaped into the air in a sweeping circle around Ghirahim.
"Then perhaps I need to show you how capable I am of overcoming you in other capacities."
"I am unsure what you are referring to." Fi gracefully bent backwards to avoid the headstrike he aimed at her.
"You mean to tell me that you've never felt attraction towards another being? The Goddess may have made you robotic but you're not entirely without emotion." Ghirahim vanished, materializing behind her and whispering to her. "Admit it. You have feelings for me."
"There is a 90% possibility that you are just being an ass."
Ghirahim recoiled, then laughed. "I had no idea you were able to be uncouth. So you DO find me to be attractive."
Fi swept his legs out from under him, gracefully pointing a toe over his chest. "Your focus on combat is lacking. I sense great distraction from you, and an unidentifiable emotion having an effect on your actions and loins."
He vanished in a flurry of diamonds, chuckling from an unseen area. "It's called arousal, Fi. I find your form attractive. Allow me to demonstrate that."
"Combat is not your desire, is it, Lord Ghirahim?" Fi spun, sensing his presence close by.
"Not at all, Bluebird. Leave the runt and the Demon King to do the fighting. But I do wish to dance."
"I only know of the dances done when translating the ancient language for the Chosen Hero. Are you capable of performing such movements?" Fi asked, taking the leap that began one such dance. The flowing sleeves that acted as her arms fluttered as she moved.
Ghirahim made his reappearance, catching up with her as she skated through the air. "More than capable," he purred, ghosting the edge of his tongue across his lips. His arms brushed her waist as he matched her step for step.
Fi faltered, a strange sensation coursing through her. She spun away from him, every movement full of grace. Step, step, leap, twirl, tight spin.
"It's adorable how you don't realize you're broadcasting every move you anticipate making," Ghirahim chuckled, catching her skirted 'hand' as she came out of the twirl.
The blue spirit let out a wordless sound of surprise. She dodged under his arm and skated away, eager to avoid the touch that stirred the foreign sensation. She didn't have to look to sense Ghirahim following her. "Are you unfocused on aiding the battle in which your demon king is presently engaged?"
"Not at all. He has the so-called Hero right where he wishes. It's simply preposterous to conceive of the notion that the boy will succeed in defeating the Demon King." Ghirahim caught Fi's toe with his own, tripping her so she fell into his arms. "It's not like you to be clumsy. Have I caught you off guard?"
"Y-yes. No! Lord Ghirahim, remove your hands from my form. You are distracting us from our battle," Fi said, clearly flustered by his closeness.
"Nonsense. Our battle was determined from the start. You said yourself that I had very little chance of succeeding. Ordinarily, you would be correct, however I intend to claim a more rewarding prize than bragging rights." Ghirahim tipped her up and whispered in her ear. "You're glowing stronger than ever, my dearie."
"There is an 80% probability that you are correct in your observations. However, the fact remains you… are an ass."
"You may call me whatever you wish. It matters not to me," Ghirahim grinned, turning her to face him. "Dance with me."
Fi looked away, her monotone faltering. "There is an 80% probability that dancing is not the sole activity in which you wish to engage."
Long arms slid around her waist, then cradled the edges of her wings. "It's true." He guided her into the steps of the dance she'd begun, matching stride for stride. The sensation you're feeling, it burns stronger within me than the compulsion to fulfill the needs of my master. Dance. Spin. Become one with me."
"What you ask is impossible. I am incapable of emotions to that extent," Fi said, not sounding entirely convinced herself.
"I beg to differ. You glow brighter. Your aura draws me in." Ghirahim pressed a kiss against her cheek as they danced. "Reciprocate, Fi. I know you feel more than you convey."
"What do you wish for me to reciprocate?"
"Arousal. Become one with me as lovers do." Warm lips captured hers while their legs intertwined in the tight corkscrew spins.
The caress and spin ended when both spirits were breathless, chests heaving from exertion. Fi stole a look down at her master. He fought tirelessly against Demise, slowly wearing down the demon king's defenses.
"It should have little to no effect on the battle below," Ghirahim informed her, following her gaze.
"Very well. You may instruct me on the behavior of lovers."
His eyes widened, and a genuine smile crossed his face. "I'm afraid our time together may be cut short depending on the outcome of the battle below. As such, it is my recommendation that we not waste any additional time."
Fi nodded, taking his offered hand. It didn't go unnoticed to her that the slight bulge in the waist of his snug, white pants had grown exponentially during the course of their 'dance'. The warm, unusual sensation coursed through her, settling behind the gemstone on her chest, and between her legs."There is a-"
"Shhhhh. No statistics this time, Bluebird," he murmured, touching his finger to her blue lips. "Let go of logic and reasoning if you can pry yourself free for a few brief moments."
The blue spirit fell silent, unsure of how to respond without her analysis. Ghirahim took advantage of the quiet and pulled her over until she was posing lightly on his toes. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her, holding her in place. Without a second thought, he began to dance. Unlike the first time, their bodies were flush against each other while they moved in unison.
"Is this not more enjoyable than trying to kill each other?" he asked with a grin.
"I do enjoy it, but surely this is not all that lovers do," Fi remarked, cocking her head to the side.
"Your analysis is correct, as usual." Fingers slipped under the edge of the garment that covered most of her figure and grasped her bare asscheeks. "By the gods, you're wearing thigh-high tights and no undergarments?!"
"You anticipated a different style of tights? I am a spirit. The outer garments I have are more than sufficient for my needs."
He groaned in appreciation. "Don't ever change, Fi."
"What need would I have to change?" she asked in confusion.
"You don't. It's merely an expression," Ghirahim assured her. His steps gained a new lightness and a gleeful smirk crossed his lips while they circled the upper edges of the plain created for the sole purpose of the battle raging below. "Kiss me, Fi," he commanded, pressing his arousal against her waist.
The blue spirit complied, rocking her hips against his in time to the rhythm of the soft music echoing between their minds. The desire to be joined with him intensified, and a soft keening escaped her throat before she could stop it.
"I heard that," he lightly teased. "You cannot hide the truth from me. You are aroused now. Isn't that right, Fi?"
"I have a strong desire to be joined with you," she admitted. "It is a foreign sensation but not an unpleasant one."
"We will be joined as we dance. Two spirits becoming one, in movement and time." A subtle motion from Ghirahim's hand while they spun had his belt vanishing, and the tight pants concealing his manhood pressed down his thighs.
Fi's eyes glanced down, but two fingers tilted her chin back up to look into his face. White bangs covered half his face but not enough to conceal the adoring look. "That's more like it. Keep your focus on me. Experience all the delicious sensations without thought or hesitation."
"Are we enemies or lovers?" she asked suddenly.
"Our masters are enemies but I see no reason for us to remain at odds with one another." Ghirahim said dismissively. Their height difference matched their waists perfectly, so it took little effort for him to ease himself against her, then lift her hips to press full within her.
A soft exclamation escaped her lips, and her wings clung around his back while she adjusted to the new sensation. Their hips rocked against each other in rhythm to the dance. Fi's head rested against the demon lord's chest, relaxing at the hum she heard from within.
The pace of the music increased, and Ghirahim rumbled the melody in the back of his throat. The movement of his hips matched the speed of the song, silently bringing both the pleasure sensation they sought. On a whim, Fi's grasp with her wings tightened, and her legs wrapped around his waist, earning a cursed cry from her lover. Her eyes rolled closed to savor the moment, wordlessly praising all the gods she could name for creating such an experience.
Ghirahim fared no better, though a momentary distraction had his footsteps falter. Below, Link managed to knock Demise back, weakening the demon king tremendously. Ghirahim's grip on Fi tightened. One more blow like that, and his master would fall. Gods only knew the effect that would have on the spirits currently entangled in each other.
Fi's head came off his chest as he returned to the regular, measured steps of their dance across the skies. "Are you well?" she inquired.
"Never better," he assured her, thrusting deeper within her and earning him his new favorite sound. "I cannot say the same for my master, however. Your 'Chosen Hero' seems to be giving more trouble than expected."
"He wields the Triforce. It comes as no surprise that he is more courageous and tenacious than any youth I have encountered."
Ghirahim was quiet, focused on savoring the sensations between himself and his lover. His release was rapidly approaching, and he buried his face in the swell of her chest, driving into her at a much faster, frantic pace.
Fi cried out at the abrupt change, her head rolling back as waves of pleasure surged through her. Heat coursed through her, concentrating between her legs. Several hard snaps of his hips against hers, coupled with a new, wet warmth filling her before Ghirahim paused the dance in a gentle, controlled spin.
Her breath came in slow pants and she rested her forehead against the crook of his neck. "I understand the draw of this embrace between lovers. It is most satisfactory."
He chuckled in the back of his throat. "It's certainly enjoyable when one's partner is eager. Physical attraction to the form of another being helps as well."
Fi opened her mouth to reply but suddenly felt the surge of power from the Skyward Strike charging through her form. An instant later, a scream erupted from Ghirahim's mouth, and she saw the dark gemstone embedded within his chest shatter. Below, Link stood over the body of Demise, the Master Sword clearly driven through the demon's heart.
Ghirahim gasped, his grasp on the spirit form he held faltering. "Don't let it end like this!" he begged Fi. "Please. I need you! I can't bear the thought of being without you."
Mustering all the magic she could, she drew his spirit towards her, sealing his essence and personality combined with hers within the Master Sword. The remaining vestiges of Demise were drawn towards her as Link raised the sacred blade skyward. Fi had only a fraction of a moment to partition herself and Ghirahim off from the magical chamber that would house the soul of Demise and keep it sealed off.
She spoke to Link, informing him of the end of their partnership as master and blade, all the while feeling the comfort of Ghirahim's soul reaching out to her own. Patiently waiting.
When her goodbye was complete, she felt the blade lifted heavenward, then plunged into the pedestal. Ghirahim hissed at the flash of holy light that burned for an instant, then it was gone, leaving the two spirits intertwined as darkness descended.
"Did you know what you were committing to when you agreed to dance?" he asked, exhaustion creeping up.
"Probabilities showed it to be a likely outcome. However, I was not opposed to spending several lifetimes in your embrace should the need arise." Fi replied, her soul fully embracing him.
"You didn't tell the boy, did you." It wasn't a question.
Fi shook her head. "It was not for him to have knowledge of. Furthermore, I have every reason to believe that should a need arise for me to obtain corporeal form once more, your soul will be bound to the blade of your master, or interwoven with mine. I see no alternatives."
"Two souls bound as one. I rather enjoy the sound of that."
The final thoughts as Fi's consciousness faded drifted back to the parallel realm. To the dance of the two swords with crossed destinies. It was unusual to be certain, but such is the case with most twists of fate.
