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Chapter 10

I stayed silent. I didn't want to speak. He was right. I may not have been looking for my name, but I was looking for answers. I wanted reasons so I could understand myself and move on from who the people of Skyloft convinced me I was.

"She was going to find out eventually!" Catto argued, "If we are going to be a family and stuck in this house for eternity, did you think you would never give her a name?"

"What do you mean we are going to live here for eternity?" I asked fearfully. I choked through my tears and looked at her, behind Ghirahim.

"We are all stuck here." She groaned. "We can't leave the protection of this house. Now that we are all together its like a beacon of our aura is drenched around us. Anyone determined enough can track us down." Catto explained. "That was the whole point of us being separated. We can't leave, besides we are stronger together."

"Stronger together?" I asked in dismay. "We aren't even together!"

"Well, we have no choice, we have to get along. We won't survive each other or the crazy people it we don't." Catto begged.

"That isn't ever going to happen, he hates everything about me!" I exclaimed.

"For once in a millennium I can agree with a hero on something." Ghirahim growled. My teary eyes shot back to glare at him.

"Stop calling me that!" I spat at him.

"You're right, you're not a hero, you're a sad excuse for a hero." He laughed sarcastically.

"I said stop calling me that!" I screeched at him.

"Why, going to run home to your little hero daddy and tell him what I did?!" He egged on. I was getting angrier and angrier. I wasn't a fucking hero. I never was let on that I could ever be a hero. People drowned me with expectations to fail. They set me up for fauler and wanted me to fail. I never got the chance to prove I could be a hero.

"He is NOT my father! I am nothing like him!" I insisted.

"Are you sure about that? Or do you refuse to just see the similarities?"

"I am nothing like him!" I repeated louder. Catto looked scared at me. But she wasn't looking at me as a person. She was looking at me as a hazard.

"Ghirahim stop, you see what you're doing to her!" She ran up to him and grabbed his arm to get his attention. He didn't give her any.

"The way you march around thinking you can do anything, the hope you have for the future, the way you drive yourself to make the stupidest blind decisions, all of those are just simple characteristics of the hero that have passed to you." He persisted. I felt my face and hands get warm and sweaty. I felt like I was burning with hatred. Before I knew it, I was running at him. He pushed Catto away gently and readied himself. I reached my hand out towards his face. I heard the sizzling of heated metal. He just laughed and grabbed my wrists. I was able to kick my leg up to get him in the jaw. He dropped my wrists and grabbed his mouth.

"Stop it, both of you!" Catto yelled. She ran up to Ghirahim and tugged on him. He brushed her away.

"Tell her why you won't touch her, Catto!" He demanded. She looked at me and didn't say anything. I looked across the room into the window. I saw the slight transparent reflection of myself. My hair was fully engulfed in flames and my skin was pale white with heat. He brought his fist back for a punch. I braced myself, I burned with anger and was ready to take the hit. Right before I saw the punch impact my stomach Catto stepped between us. Ghirahim couldn't stop himself in time. He punched her into me. She fell back into my arms. She cried in pain and I felt the skin under my hands soften and melt a bit. I let go quickly and stepped away. Her arms were scorched and red. Ghirahim looked horrified.

"What have you done?!" He yelled at me. He ran to her and held her tight in his arms. I could hear her quietly gasping in pain and she clenched her stomach.

"I didn't mean to!" I exclaimed. "You're the one who punched-"

"Stop!" Catto yelled after catching her breath. She pushed herself away from Ghirahim's arms. "We have to stop." I looked at her burns and more tears welled up in my eyes.

"Catto, I'm sorry-"

"Akomin," She said, looking at Ghirahim and then back at me. "I'm ok," She turned towards Ghirahim and held his hand. He looked dazed. "You can't fix what happened. But you can help fix her. Before you knew who she was, you let her stay. You helped her before for a reason." Ghirahim took a deep breath and dropped his head.

"I saw you, " he quivered. "every time I looked at her.

"Then please," She let go of his hand and put her palm on his cheek. He sunk his face into her hand and closed his eyes. Ghirahim took her hand down from his face and took a deep inhale. He turned towards me and exhaled while opening his eyes. He raised his hand and a slight glow was emitted from it. I felt my body cool and my nerves calm. I felt all my anger drift away.

"You have a lot of fears," Ghirahim said after putting his hand down. I nodded in agreement. "You will kill yourself with your emotional power if you don't control them." I nodded again. It was quiet. He looked back towards Catto and took another deep breath. "I will train you how to use your powers."

"I have more-?"

"Of course you have more powers!" He mimicked my voice a bit annoyed. "You are my blood, it is a bit of a truism." I smiled slightly to myself at the thought.

"Are you going to be able to be comfortable in that form?" Catto asked him a bit concerned. He turned to her.

"You mean in my own skin? Of course, I will be comfortable. Is it practical? Absolutely not." He smirked a little to himself and then walked over to his desk and opened the drawer. He pulled out the small vial of blood labeled "Catto." He opened it and poured a few drops onto his palm, and then a drop into his large glass dish. He put the vial away and started using some spelled on the drop in the dish. As he worked he disgustingly licked the drops from his hand while he continued. I gagged a little and Catto recoiled with a small gasp. He looked up for a second and laughed. "Humans…" He finished what he was doing in the bowl and dipped his finger into the small droplet in the dish. He dabbed it on his chest crystal and walked quickly into his closet and shut the door.

After a few moments the doorknob turned from the inside and a human man walked out. He had pale grey skin, was a bit shorter and a narrow face. His eyes were a dark chocolate brown, and his hair was still a clean white. His hair was shaggy and messy, it went down to about his chin and was knotted and unkempt. He had one ear the poked through his hair as a pointed Hylian ear, and the other was tucked underneath the mess. He was wearing some sort of white bodysuit with diamond cutouts.

"I forgot that this form had way too much my estrogen for my liking." He spoke, it was definitely Ghirhaim's voice, but it had a bit more feminine rhythm. His hair fell in his face and he glared at the locks interrupting his vision. "It is a bit more flexible, but it seems as though I am bit more blind." He pushed them behind his ears. I could now see that one of them was small and rounded like mine and Catto's.

"Looks like you'll need a haircut." Catto giggled at him. He smiled at her, he seemed a lot happier now.

"Please, darling." He laughed back. I didn't know how to react. I could now see a bit better that he was definitely my father. He was just this gruesome, angry, demon that just beat the shit out of me and hated me. Now he's happy and calm. It was almost an instant mood swing. I watched him look at Catto as she laughed. Now that he had distinct eyes, I could see that nothing broke his gaze from her. He was absolutely, unequivocally, in love with her.